LOGINDarius's pov
She shook her head. âYou mean the baby you killed?â She applied more pressure on the knife, and at this point, blood was already seeping out of her neck. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped closer, trying to keep my voice calm. âPlease.â The word please tasted sour in my mouth. When was the last time I begged someone? I donât plead for anything. I just take it. And yetâ âPlease,â I begged again, desperation slowly creeping into my tone. âDrop the knife. We can talk about this, and I promise Iâll let you go. Iâll do what you want, I promise.â She smiledâa broken smile that tugged at my heart. âYouâre lying again. Thatâs what you always say.â What was this? This feeling of dread? Sheâs worthless, isnât she? Sheâs just an omega⊠a weak one. So why? Why do I not want her to die? âI will escape you, Jonah, even if it means I die.â She swiped the knife across heDarius's pov She shook her head. âYou mean the baby you killed?â She applied more pressure on the knife, and at this point, blood was already seeping out of her neck. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped closer, trying to keep my voice calm. âPlease.â The word please tasted sour in my mouth. When was the last time I begged someone? I donât plead for anything. I just take it. And yetâ âPlease,â I begged again, desperation slowly creeping into my tone. âDrop the knife. We can talk about this, and I promise Iâll let you go. Iâll do what you want, I promise.â She smiledâa broken smile that tugged at my heart. âYouâre lying again. Thatâs what you always say.â What was this? This feeling of dread? Sheâs worthless, isnât she? Sheâs just an omega⊠a weak one. So why? Why do I not want her to die? âI will escape you, Jonah, even if it means I die.â She swiped the knife across he
Darius's pov I sat in the comfort of my office, relaxed, one leg crossed over the other. Since the fight with the Lycan King and the fiasco with the Vibrous, things seemed a little better. Or maybe the presence of the green-eyed omega contributed to it. For the past few days, making love to her had become sweeter. For some reason, I didn't feel uneasy. Her presence in my life had been like the sun after a rainy day, but I wasn't going to say that to her. She was like a hedgehogâprickly and defensive, yet with a wild spirit. Beneath the surface, every touch seemed to make her bristle. Her eyes were wide with a blend of fear and defiance. Her movements were a bit clumsy, often stumbling, as if unsure of her own strength, ready to retreat at the slightest hint of danger. Despite her wariness, there was an untamed fire in her gaze that drew me even closer, even when she didn't want me, even when she wished I were dead.
Eleanor's pov Ever since I was captured, I've been in this cold and bare dungeon. This place reeked of everything bad. I had to battle wild insects. At times, the cold, musky scent reeked of suffering and death. It was so dark that sometimes I couldn't differentiate between day and night. All I feel is goosebumps. The only time I get a glimpse of light is when that devil Alpha Darius comes here to make love to me against my will. I had told him I would never forgive him. If anything should happen to my baby, I'd hate him until my last breath. But he slapped me mercilessly, shutting me up before my last words could leave my lips. I cried nonstop after he forced bitter medicine down my throat. At first, I thought it wouldn't work because I felt nothingâuntil unbearable pain struck me to tears. My sore eyes turned to the blood on the dungeon floor, the blood that had dripped down my legs from my body. That devil had threatened me, to m
Jonah's pov What she askedâwhy are you looking at me with squinted eyes? Danika? âSince you're still learning, should I be worried about food poisoning?â I teased, a playful glint in my eyes. Danika's face went from hopeful to completely dumbfoundedâher eyes wide with surprise and a hint of hurt. I stifled a chuckle that slipped past. She wasn't expecting that question, and that made it even more enjoyable. She hit me instinctively, unable to hold back. âJonah, that's not funny,â she exclaimed, her voice a mix of indignation and worry. âIf you're not eating it, then don'tââ âI'm kidding. I'm kidding,â I said, holding up my hands in mock surrender. âIt's actually superb.â Her expression changed again, from shock to tentative relief, a small, unsure smile forming on her lips. âYou really think so?â she asked, still searching my face for sincerity. I nodded, reached out to take
Jonahâs pov Since Danika left with Mila, my eyes were practically glued to the entrance door, and every time it opened, my expectations were dashed all over again. And then when she finally came back, I shouldâve felt happy â relieved that she had returned â but I couldnât. Iâm not trying to tag her as insensitive, but⊠I thought since I was injured and admitted to the hospital, sheâd be inclined to spend the whole day with me, clinging to me, not going anywhere. But what did she do? She just zoomed off the moment Mila asked her to go for a run. She seemed more excited to be with Mila than to stay by my side. She didnât want to break her promise to her â fine â but what about me? She didnât even care if I ate or drank water. No lunch, no dinner. My feelings didnât matter. Maybe I didnât even matter to her. Even when she spoke to me, her replies were short and careful â like she was afraid to upset me. I was a
Danika's pov Jonah had been so happy when he woke up; the plan to spend the whole day with him had added to that happiness. But now that happiness had been replaced by a certain worry â and an ache that someone might leave him. It wasn't like I had intended to hurt Jonah. Mila had asked to see my wolf, and I had agreed. Now it seemed my actions had upset Jonah. I didn't want to see him hurt, but I had to keep the promise I made to Mila â and at the same time pacify my big, grumpy mate. I lingered by Jonah's bedside, my hand resting gently on his. "Look, I'll be back soon, okay? Even before you know it," I murmured, searching his eyes for reassurance. Jonah's grip tightened momentarily before he released my hand, his face a mix of frustration and resignation. "Sure," he muttered, looking away. I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead. "I promise," I whispered, before stepping out of the room, leaving Jonah t







