Few Days Of Break

Chapter Twenty-two.

Diana's pov

I stared awake from my bed, pain resonated from my body especially my arms, with every movement I made, I groaned. Thoughts of what happened flashed in my mind, and everything came rushing back to me.

The last thing I remembered was Prince Alaric's scrunched-up features, and then I blacked out, how I got back to my room wasn't part of my memories.

It was a moment of my life where I had wished for death, prayed for it even, I had doubted my faith in the moon goddess or rather had lost it. Ever since I was born it was one thing and the other, I had thought just like everyone else, it would pass with time but it never did.

A part of my life I wouldn't like to revisit, here in the palace I had thought I was going to have a better start when I had first arrived but it was the exact same, I didn't know what I would expect from working for the very Lycans who made the lives of countless other werewolves as well as humans a living hell.

I struggled to get up fr