Kiara's POV.
"What is taking so much time? They are here already," The door flung open revealing Helene. One look at her and I broke into an uncontrollable fit of tears all over again. Helene has been my personal maid since I was a kid, and the chief maid as well. She was the only one who doesn't treat me like trash in the pack. She pushed me through the years and tried to protect me from everyone, including my father, as much as she could. Now that I'm being separated from her, what more could hurt the most? Her gaze lingered softly on me for a while before turning to the bunch of maids dressing me up. "I need a moment with her, excuse us please," Once they had shut the door behind them, she slowly traced her steps towards me, walking past and stood beside me, her hands gently lowered on my shoulders as she stared pitifully at me through the large dressing mirror in my room. "Wipe your tears child, it isn't the end of the world," I chuckled bitterly, more tears streaming down my cheeks. "It could have been anyone else, Helene, literally anyone else, why Hyde?" "But you know no one really knows the truth about Hyde, the allegations against him could all be rumors," she muttered. "How could you even say that?" I turned around to face her. "It's no rumor that he is the Demon King, Helene, he did kill his brother, didn't he? oh and do we start talking about the packs he wiped away from the surface of earth? I could go on and on," A low sigh escaped her lips as she stroked my shoulders soothingly. "Your faith with him could be different Kiara," her voice came out extremely low, it was evident that she didn't believe her words either. "Tell me why father would do this to me?" I lamented bitterly. Helene quickly threw her arms around me, pulling me into a warm hug. "Will it be less unbearable if I spoke to your father and asked if I could come with you?" My eyes suddenly lit up in a small smile as her words hit my ear. "You will do that? "His approval is not guaranteed, but it's worth a shot," she replied, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my cheeks before walking away. As soon as she was gone, a sudden wave of sadness washed through me, the sad reality of my situation came to settle over my head. It wasn't an illusion, I was truly getting married to the demon king, the most dangerously feared man across all werewolf clans. I was moving from a hot pan of oil to a full blown fire. I guess I wasn't birthed to be fortunate anyway. My breath was becoming heavy and the walls of my room spun in different directions setting my head in a hassle, I quickly turned around and headed towards the door. The slated atmosphere within my room was provoking my already messed up head and I needed to be out or I could be dead before the demon king gets the chance to do the honors. Grabbing the doorknob, I pulled it with a heavy force only to bump into a huge figure mounted right at my doorstep startling the living daylights out of me, I was so shaken that I lost balance of my foot on the floor, which had me spiraling towards the ground. I was almost reaching the floor when I felt a pair of strong hands grab my wrist pulling me back up, surprisingly, I never landed on my feet instead I crashed into a warm body. I suckled in a deep breath, grateful that I hadn't fallen and broken my bones but suddenly a strange but adorable fragrance hit my nostrils hard. It was nothing like I've ever scented before. Slowly, I raised my face to get a glimpse of who or whatever I had crashed into, I was frozen on the spot as my gaze landed on the most glamorous piece of statue barely an inch away from me. I was lost in the tides of admiration when I suddenly felt the pair of hands on my waist move slightly, followed by the blink of the eyes. Only then, did I realize that it was truly a human and I was wrapped in his arms. "Are you okay?" His voice wasn't left out in his magnificence, though coated with coldness and roared like the tides of an ocean, it was soothing to my ears. The throbbing headache raving through my head suddenly disappeared as I feasted my gaze intently at him without any shame. It was taking everything to hold myself back from parting my mouth open in awe. I definitely wouldn't have been this dazed if he had managed to look a bit less hot than he is. Slowly, my gaze traveled from his face through his whole body to get a proper view. He was clad mysteriously in an all-black outfit, his hair deep black and slightly ruffled, amazing blue/green eyes, and perfectly structured jawline, his height and muscular arms were second to none, he had the looks of a complete Greek God. Devin's good looks suddenly felt like shit compared to what I was staring at. He could easily pass for a beauty. I wanted so desperately to run my fingers along his perfectly shaped lips. "Do you usually stare this much, or..?" His voice snapped me out of my chain of sinful thoughts. I quickly jumped out of his arms and readjusted my dress. "I'm sorry, this is totally an accident." In a swift move, I turned around and headed out. I barely took a few steps away from him and abruptly halted on the spot, turning back around to face him, surprisingly, his gaze was glued on me as well. "Hold on... Were you standing at my doorstep?" His gaze shifted to my door, then back to me. "Your doorstep?" "You don't look familiar, are you perhaps a guest here? Did you miss your way to the Alpha's chamber? I can lead you there," I offered. He stared intently at me without saying a word. his gaze was blank, causing a sudden wave of fear washed over me as I noticed how dark they reflected, but then I couldn't deny the fact that it made him even more hot, though dangerously. "But I'll need your help in return, you must have come with your carriage am I right? Can I ride with you out of the pack? I'll totally disappear from your sight once we are out of the pack," I poured out desperately. Surprisingly, a dry chuckle erupted through his mouth. "Are you trying to escape?" He asked. "That isn't for you to know, will you help me?" I snapped at him. "Oh, I have absolutely no intention of helping you," He replied cockily and my eyes widened in shock. How could someone this handsome be such a brute? I walked closer to him with a pitiful look on my face. "I am a lady in distress, you refuse to help a lady who is... "I refuse to help when the lady is trying to escape so she doesn't have to marry me," he blurted out. My eyes flew open in shock, my eyeballs threatening to burst out of its sockets.Kiara's POV.I thought I had prepared myself.I had given permission, after all. I’d told myself that it was just a dance. That it meant nothing. That I wasn’t going to be the jealous wife standing in the corner, fuming while her husband danced with another woman. No. That wasn’t me. I wasn’t going to let Valerie get under my skin.But as I stood there, watching Valerie lead him to the center of the floor, my stomach churned with a rage that I couldn’t even begin to explain.The way Valerie smiled at him, the way she placed her hand on his arm as if she owned him, God, I could feel the heat in my chest rise. Her fingers brushed against his skin, and I nearly choked on the knot forming in my throat. And that smile, so smug, so full of knowing.I had allowed it.No, I let it happen. But I couldn’t get rid of the feeling that I had been played, that I was just a pawn in some ridiculous game. She was using me.Her eyes flicked over her shoulder at me as they reached the dance floor, that
Kiara's POV.The maids had done their work well. Too well, I almost thought. I stood before the mirror, The gown was perfect. Elegant. Far too beautiful, perhaps. The bodice, a delicate lace embroidered with gold, hugged me tightly, extending softly to the floor.But it wasn’t the dress that held my attention.It was me. Or rather, how I looked.My skin had a radiant glow and my dark hair flowed in soft waves over my shoulders, a few strands left loose to frame my face. The makeup was subtle, just enough to emphasize the sharpness of my features, the natural flush of my cheeks, the slight upturn of my lips. But it was all... too much. Too perfect.a knock suddenly came on the door.“My lady?”It was one of the maids. “His Highness is waiting for you,” she said."I'll be with him shortly." I replied. As I made my way to the door, I paused, catching a glimpse of myself once more. What would Hyde think when he saw me?But I had no time to dwell on it. I took a deep breath, straighten
Kiara's POV.I’d been awake for a while.Not wide eyed and alert, just… existing. Eyes half open, staring at the carvings in the ceiling, following the curves of the wood like they might reveal some answer to the question still crawling under my skin.Valerie.I hated how her name sat in my mind like a splinter. Not even a sharp one. Just dull and persistent.Who was she really to Hyde? Could she truly be just the past? A closed chapter, no bookmarks left behind?Or was she a pause in a sentence waiting to finish?The thought alone made my stomach turn.And yet, here I was, still laid across the bed, pretending like I wasn’t still playing every moment from the garden over and over in my head.The way she had looked at him, and the way she absolutely didn't spare me a second glance. A knock suddenly snapped me out of it.“My lady?” came a gentle voice, Elsin, one of the quieter maids. “His highness requests your presence in the dining room. Breakfast is served.”My heart gave a traito
Kiara's POV.The night breeze relaxed my mind comfortably.I sat on a stone bench mounted on several parts of the garden, pulling my robe tighter around me, but not because I was cold. The garden had always been my place of calm, a corner of quiet. I could almost convince myself I wasn’t waiting for him.Almost.But my eyes stayed open.Hyde had left a while ago, long enough for the worry to start its slow creep in my chest. I hadn’t asked where he was going. He hadn’t offered the information. I told myself he just needed to feel the outside breeze just like I wanted as well.I ran my fingers through the petals of a moonlit lily beside me, trying to distract myself. The night was beautiful. Quiet. Peaceful. But all I could feel was the tightening in my gut.Then I saw him.A shadow at first, moving with the fluid pressure only Hyde ever had. He stepped into the the clearer light, and my breath caught in my throat.He looked like he’d been dragged through a war.His shirt clung to hi
The woods had always been a place for thinking.Hyde didn’t come to the forest for peace, he came for space. The kind of space that let thoughts stretch and unravel, wild and aimless. Although the quietness presently wasn’t comforting, not exactly. It was too alive, too watchful. Every creak of tree trunks, felt like he was been observed. But he pushed the thoughts away and and continued walking. His thought was centered on Kiara.She wasn’t the same girl he had first found trying to run away from her pack just so she doesn't have to marry him, and she was too scared of her father to stand up to him about it. There was so much fear and uncertainty in her eyes that day. She looked too naive. Too weak, bruised. But she’d changed. Bit by bit. Hardened and honed.He had seen the changes in her, more clearly than she saw it in herself. The quiet strength building behind her words. The way she didn't flinched when he told her his story... everything, no half truths, no softening, she h
Kiara's POV.The heavy steel door creaked open on a slow groan, and I stepped in.Hyde stood at the far end of the hall, shirtless, skin gleaming with sweat, knuckles bloodied from the heavy bag he’d been working like it owed him a life.His back was to me.“Didn’t I give an order?” he said, voice low and flat.“You did,” I said, stepping closer. “And I’m ignoring it.”He froze. I watched the muscles in his shoulders tense, then slowly relax.“I’m not in the mood, Kiara.”“Well, too bad,” I said, folding my arms. “Because I didn’t come here for your mood. I came here for you. And I’m not leaving without answers.”He turned to face me then.And when he did… his eyes were still normal. But everything else about him looked hollow. Torn.“You shouldn’t be here.”“I need to be here.”Our stares locked. For a moment, neither of us moved. The weight of everything unsaid crackled between us like electricity.Then he looked away.“What do you want to hear?” he said bitterly. “That I’m not who