ODETTE
My eyes fluttered open, and the world still the hazy blur it had been when I collapsed into unconsciousness as a whirling web of darkness spun around me.It drove me temporarily insane until my eyes finally focused on a light bulb twitching across from me, the light barely illuminating the short span it could reach.I heard water drip as the smell of dust and moisture filled my lungs, the reek instantly reminding me of a basement.A table that looked like it had been recently raided by termites stood before me, the rotting legs barely keeping it up as my eyes narrowed, trying to see the things on it.A cold hand gripped my heart when I heard the sound of footsteps. I knew who they belonged to, and I didn’t like it one bit.Uneasiness settled into the pit of my stomach when I realized that I was tied to a chair very similar to the dying table.My breath quickened when Liev appeared, his hair down and electric blue eyes as cold as ever.ODETTEWhen the brunette, who was around my age and had a much smaller stature than me, noticed that I was looking at her, she quickly cleaned her tears, sniffing as if she were trying to hide what I had already seen.“I’m sorry.” Her voice was meek and docile, like that of a tamed animal. Even in my state, I couldn’t help but feel pity for her. I wondered what horrors she had gone through in this hell. “It’s just that you look so terrible. It must hurt so much.”When I smiled at her, her hazel eyes brightened, like she was glad that my spirit hadn’t been broken. Which was funny because it’d take a fucking lot more to break me.“It’s fine. I’m fine.” My voice was the farthest thing from fine, but my words were reassuring enough. Though I could barely hear myself, I didn’t think she’d have a problem. After all, she was a wolf, even if she was only an omega. And damn, I couldn’t believe that an omega was better off than me. What the fuck had Alma and the goddess done?I
ODETTEI learned from Amber that I had slept an extra day after collapsing in the Regal Hall. As I recalled everything that had gone down before I woke up, I anxiously checked my neck, expecting to find a gruesome scar, only to see that there was nothing.Nothing as much as a scratch or cut. It was as though nothing had ever happened.Amber concluded that I had been healed, and by Liev himself as well, because only he could heal wounds with charms so perfectly. She spent that hour cleaning me up, but in reality, it was just meaningless chitter-chatter.And I enjoyed that meaningless chitter-chatter so much.Through our little conversation, I perceived that Amber was genuinely a good person. Only someone like her could make me forget the shitty situation I was in for so long. She reminded me of Echo, and I don’t know what I would have done without her.The next two hours were spent dressing and making me up. Not like it mattered since they’d all be coming off anyway.I seriously didn’t
ODETTEAxel tensed, hissing like an annoyed child whose fun had been spoiled by his older brother. I couldn't get away, as he was still above me.Why hadn't he done something yet? It was almost like he was waiting for Devyn to acknowledge that he had entered the wrong room, apologize, and then get the fuck out.And even though I knew the monster Devyn could become, I’d rather be with him than Axel at the moment.I could get scarred. I could lose a limb. I could even have my head severed, but losing my dignity was something that could not happen.I might be exaggerating, but it’s probably the only thing keeping me together.“Get off her.”I was more astonished that he wasn’t referring to me as 'it' anymore, rather than the fact that he cared enough to want to free me from Axel's captivity.Axel growled, angrier and louder, as he clenched his fists, still gazing into my wide-opened and obviously terrified eyes.My heart raced, in fear this time, as his fangs grew out, his sea green eyes
DEVYN“WHAT DID YOU DO?!”The last time Liev yelled at me like that was when we were seventeen, and he was just an angry, hormonal teenager. I came to his Regal Hall tonight to tell Liev what I had done myself, but a fucking someone beat me to it.I couldn’t imagine how fucking immature Axel could be sometimes. If it weren’t for the curse binding us and the fact that he could heal so fast that he was almost fucking immortal, I’d have killed him a fucking long time ago.Liev charged at me, seething. He barely ever lost his cool, but his anger could be scary. Not as much as mine, though. That fact was probably why he had stopped a foot away from me and hadn’t punched me in the face yet.I crossed my arms, my face emotionless, as Liev fumed. His smokey silver hair stood on end when he got furious, like a bolt of thunder was about to hit him—except in his case, he was the thunder.No one except us was in the hall, unfortunately, because I’d have loved to see him tear someone apart with th
ODETTE“Can you believe that?”Her mouth dropped in shock as her eyes turned angry. “No! That ass…” She slapped her palm over her mouth, turning her eyes to me as we burst into laughter for no apparent reason.Rolling on the grass, I shook with laughter, going exceptionally hard for something that wasn’t even a joke because my body just needed that extra shot of joy.I noticed she took offense to my prolonged laughter and instantly went quiet. “Sorry,” I said unremorsefully, clearing my throat. “I know it’s not your fault that you’re so scared of them…” My laughter didn’t dim. She pouted. “...but what’s the big deal? I used to be someone too. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you who I was.”Her lips straightened, but she didn’t further probe into the comment I unintentionally slipped out. I couldn’t be more grateful for that. Alma had be
ODETTEIt was beautiful.I was beautiful.Everything was beautiful.And so was this food heaven, I mean, banquet.Amber wasn’t lying when she said she had magic fingers. She worked literal magic on me. I didn’t realize how horrible I looked until I stood in front of the mirror after what seemed like a century, and I was horrified.My hair was a rat’s nest, the bags under my eyes were gigantic, my skin was as pale as fuck, and in whole, I looked like a zombie, a walking dead, a rag doll come to life. I get why Devyn was so alarmed to see me now.I looked like every six-year-old's nightmare. Amber's crying was justified. I would’ve cried too.After prepping up for the ball, Amber had to literally push me in front of the mirror because I didn’t want to see my ugly self again. It took two hours of work, but the product in the mirror was so worth it.I wanted to cry in relief, knowing that my looks weren’t the problem; my condition was. I would’ve thrown myself
ODETTEThis fucking food chaos had been going on for too fucking long. I needed it to end ‘cause I was so done with every living shit in this coop. Every single one of them made me sick.It’s times like these that I contemplate my hold on the Alpha position. Is it really worth it? Unfortunately, yes, because his magnitude of power is not something I could just easily cast aside, even if stepping down would hardly affect my status around here.Besides, the Fury Packs would be in chaos if I disappeared on them, not like Liev and Devyn would ever admit that. I should mess with them and vanish for a few days to see how they’d take it.The martinis were the only things keeping me going, even though they weren’t barely enough. What I’d give for a zombie right now. I needed alcohol to get me through this.I was studying everyone and everything in the hall with a glass of martini in my hands, my eyes always on Devyn. I wanted to shift a
ODETTEI was doing it, and I’d be damn lying if I said that I wasn’t nervous anymore. But I was an amazing and confident dancer, so I didn’t let my panic seep through.I can say so because when I was a year old, instead of getting up on my feet to walk like other pups, I danced. Like a freaking ballerina.My parents were both shocked and pleased, probably more shocked, and decided to name me Odette. I was far from the graceful swan they thought I’d grow up to be, but I was sure glad I didn’t end up with a name like Diamond or Esther.Imagine being called Lilac because of my eyes. Shivers.Aslan’s arm encircled my waist, mine enveloping his shoulders as we swayed across the floor, catching the sights of everyone who saw us.Tonight, I’d be the swan my parents had expected, and they’d be proud to see my white feathers soaked in the blood of my nemesis.“Won’t you meet my gaze, sweet girl?&rd