Florence I slowly opened my eyes. Groaning, I sat down still feeling lightheaded. I shut my eyes for a moment, adjusting to the sudden dizziness. My back is sore from lying on the cold floor. “F*ck” I swear. When I felt a little better, I looked around. My brows furrowed instantly when I was met by lines of prison cells, and lamps placed on the wall built in rough stones. Bones, broken stones, rusted chains, and ashes are in some jail cells. There was only one thing that crossed my mind. Dungeon. I was in a dungeon. It was common for packs to have dungeons where most criminals or werewolves that go against the law were detained. However, the place I was in was much larger. I would know after being inside a lot of prison cells and dungeons. Of course, being a spy for a long time doesn't mean I was invisible all the time. When I was embodying a different identity, there were people who wanted me to stay with them, and adjusting to every such unprecedented event sometimes just mes
"What? Don't tell me you're offended by that?" Nicholas smirked. "You let yourself in that auction. Then you must be prepared to be obedient to whoever bought you" "Didn't you hear what the host in that club said? I'm sure if you read my profile then you must know that it's my damn first time there!" I shouted back. "Standing there with such confidence in flaunting your body in the eyes of men. You seem to know what you are doing to get a rich and powerful man. Do you think anyone would believe what that host uttered there?" I held back my tears as I pushed back the sorrow that brought about those words. A lot of people called me names. But I brushed it off in an instant because it didn't affect me. I never felt offended or hurt because I knew it was not true. But this time it was different. Those words coming out from my own mate was just a dagger being stabbed in my heart over and over again. I swallowed hard and arched a brow, "Those rich and powerful men didn't need to lift a
I hugged my knees, trying to find some warmth in this cold, desolate place. The chill seeped into my bones, and I could feel my energy draining away. I couldn't afford to let myself get sick; I had to stay strong. My lips were dry and stinging, and my throat begged for water. It had been almost four days since my last meal, and I was shivering uncontrollably, barely able to move. Since the day I confronted Nicholas, no one had visited me. I had no sense of time except for the faint ray of sunlight that occasionally found its way into this dungeon. The absence of light made me guess that it was already night. Darkness had become my only companion for the past three days. Despite my weakness from hunger, I didn't scream for help. This was nothing compared to what I had endured before. I closed my eyes and held onto my knees tightly, seeking some comfort in the darkness. A few minutes later, as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard a woman's voice, unfamiliar to me. I hadn't heard
I glanced at the guards before turning my attention to Gayle, who nodded at them. The guards opened the door, and a gust of cold wind hit me as soon as it swung open. Gayle tugged me outside, and I felt the soft ground beneath my sandals, tempting me to take them off and feel the soil beneath my bare feet. But the sight of the sky-high castle quickly erased that thought. Nicholas had been living here all this time? In a castle? Well, what did I expect? A small house? I turned to Gayle, who was laughing at my reaction. "Your look was priceless. Everyone who sets foot in our pack for the first time has that kind of face." "Well, who wouldn't when you all live in a castle?" I couldn't help but exclaim. Gayle shook her head. "No, you're mistaken. We don't. Only the Alpha King does and few others." My hazel eyes widened in shock. "Really? He was wasting space." "The Alpha King gave us permission to live in that castle if we wanted to, but we all decided to make our own houses around o
"My father is Alpha Nicholas's cousin. Since my parents died due to a rogue attack a hundred years ago, the Alpha took care of me. That's why I am living here with him," I continued. I could see Layla's curiosity shining through, and being the curious person I am, I couldn't help but ask a question. "Just how old are you?" Layla grinned at me. "Me? I'm 105 years old already." "Woah, you're old," I replied, trying to lighten the mood. Layla's hearty laugh echoed in the room as I resumed eating. Her laughter was contagious, and it brought a small smile to my face. "I like you. You're unintentionally funny," she said, her smile lingering. A sad smile ghosted on my face. It seemed that a lot of people had liked me in the past, but circumstances had changed, and I wasn't the same person anymore. I focused on eating slowly, trying to avoid upsetting my stomach further. "I am sure Barbara was shocked every time she saw Nicholas there," Layla muttered to herself. "More like excited," I
I stepped outside the restroom, clad only in a white towel, and my skin flushed as I vigorously cleaned my body. I knew I had to take this chance because I had no idea when I would be able to bathe again. My mate's mind was unpredictable, and I never knew when he would throw me back into that dreadful dungeon. Layla stood before me, extending the clothes she was carrying. "Here are your clothes for now. I hope they fit you." "Thank you," I replied, taking the clothing and retreating back into the restroom to get dressed. I put on the long-sleeved lavender dress that turned out to be the perfect length, reaching below my knees. As I turned to face the mirror, I inhaled deeply. The bags under my eyes were prominent, and my pale lips remained moist from the shower. My dark blonde hair was still damp, and my hazel eyes appeared empty, devoid of warmth, only reflecting weariness. I raised my hand and touched my eyes, the same eyes as my mother's. I bit my lower lip to suppress the tear
I looked away. The fact that my mate was as powerful as him and didn't want me left a bitter feeling. It was like I was almost saved but not totally. Because no matter how powerful my mate was, if he didn't want me, what was the point? Nothing. Nothing will change in my life. I was stuck where I had been. And the only thing that can save me from all my problems was me. "What did you call me for?" I snapped, my hands clenching. My long nails dug into my palms. A sane part of my mind knew that if I tried to harm him, I would end up hurting myself badly and I wanted to avoid that. And in exchange, I resort to inflicting pain to stop myself from doing something harsh. Nicholas sat unperturbed in his chair. "Does staying for three days in the dungeon make you love it?" "Well, I prefer that place than seeing you actually" "Still stubborn, I see" I pursed my lips in a straight line to stop saying something. "Are you not going to say thank you for the clothing and food that I prov
Nicholas I smirked and faced Barbara, "You can leave now. Your job was done here" Isaac dragged Barbara out of the room who was too stunned to speak. Her eyes only focused on Florence. I meet the dazzling eyes of my little mate that holds nothing but fury. There was something in her stare, that coldness, and determination. When the door was slammed shut, the throne hall fell into erring silence. Florence looked away and focused her attention past my shoulder. To the large window on the left where she can see the radiant moon cast in the starless sky that was reflecting in her eyes. She was tense and her heart was beating so loudly. I wonder what she was thinking right this second. She takes a step back to create distance between us and that made me irritated for some reason. "Stop. Don't move" I snapped. She was instantly frozen on her spot. "Strip" I commanded nonchalantly. "W-what?" Florence asked, shocked. She stared at me. Now, I have her attention. "I said strip,