Laura's POV
I gulp a lump down my throat and the hairs on my skin rise as I turn around to gaze at no one other than Alpha Victor himself. What is he doing here? Did he know about my escape plan? There is no possible way he could have known, I never even made it obvious at all.
I look down at the window and cast a glance at Alpha Victor, he just arches his left brow at me waiting for me to make a decision. Do I jump down and probably sprain my ankle or do I give up and accept my fate as it is? Do I accept my fate as the future wife to Alpha Victor? Is that a better option than being stuck in the hospital with a few broken bones? Even if I managed to jump down, I would injure myself which means I would probably be unable to escape and that only means one thing. I go to the hospital and spend some weeks there trying to survive, right after that, I return to my place as Victor's wife.
It does not change anything to be very honest, it only postpones the wedding and that does not make me feel any better. As long as the wedding holds, my life will forever be miserable.
"Laura darling, are you not going to get out the window and come to me?" Alpha Victor's cold voice sends shivers down my spine and causes me to feel irritated by the authority and command coming from his tone. He is so full of himself and it is what makes me hate him a lot.
Hate is not an understatement, I do not like his guts at all.
I slowly jump out of the window and lean on the wall with my hands shielding my face in case of any attack that might come from Alpha Victor. I do not expect him to take things so easy with me, he will me tonight, I just need to be lucky enough to dodge whatever hit comes my way.
"Laura, come to me. You can not keep me standing here for too long." Alpha Victor snaps at me. I bite my lower lip to hold back the tears that threaten to fall from my eyes and I whimper in fear at what I have gotten myself into. I hate my life and how miserable it becomes by the day. I should have never tried to escape, what was I thinking? Half of me knew it was not going to work yet I gave it a shot, I do not know why I did that but now I am suffering from the consequences of my actions. What hurts the most is that I never actually got to achieve my plan.
"Laura! Do not make me repeat myself twice!" Alpha Victor yells in a harsher tone. He grits his teeth at me and narrows his eyes towards my direction. I sluggishly drag my feet towards Alpha Victor and I freeze in my steps a few inches away from him.
"Here, I am Sir...I..." Alpha Victor does not let me complete my sentence, he cuts me halfway with a hard slap on my right cheek. I grip my right cheek tight and burst into tears as I can no longer hide or control the agony that comes from Alpha Victor's hard palm colliding with my face.
"What dumb excuse do you have to give Laura? Who the hell do you think you are and how dare you try to escape from your husband's house?" Alpha Victor yells at me, he grabs me by the neck and chokes me tight. I choke out a small cry and struggle to get out of his grip but it is way too hard for me. I just give up and shut my eyes close. I accept whatever happens to me next but surprisingly, Alpha Victor lets loose of his grip on my hand, he flings me onto the bed and thankfully my back meets with the soft foam. I flutter my eyes open and stare at Alpha Victor with tears twinkling in my eyes at what his next action could be. He slowly walks towards me and I use that opportunity to go on my knees and beg for forgiveness because well, I do not want him to inflict any furthermore fear on me.
"Please, Sir. Please forgive me, sir. Everything is my fault. Forgive my ungrateful self." I cry out loud pleading but none of that gets to Alpha Victor, it is like his heart is made out of stone. Even after all my pleas, Alpha Victor just waves it off and a smile appears on his face, a mischievous smirk rather and that is enough to alert me that Alpha Victor is up to no good.
I stop pleading and watch him settle down on the bed close to me, his hands reach for my face and he caresses my cheeks softly. I flinch at the feeling of his touch on me. His hands are cold and so is his soul.
"Laura darling. Do not make me continue to hit you. Our wedding is soon, do you want all the guests to know that I beat you at home?" Alpha Victor asks. His question is obviously rhetorical and if I dared to reply, Alpha Victor would have my head on a plate and sent back to my family. I would rather just act like a fool and accept whatever insult comes my way.
"Do not look stoic and stiff. You need to be energetic Laura. I hate it when we fight you know?" Alpha Victor raises a brow at me whereas I just stare at him while speechless of words.
"I honestly hate that we have to fight all the time Laura. I am sure you do not like it too so try to make me happy Laura, do your possible best to stay out of my trouble, and do not do things to piss me off like trying to escape from my own home.
Brandon’s POVThe pain came in waves. Hot. Then bloodless. The thing in between that made me feel like I wasn’t even inside my very own body. But I hung on, due to the fact I could pay attention to her. Laura. Her voice became like a rope pulling me out of the dark. I wanted to speak. I wanted to inform her not to open that door. But my mouth got dry. My lips wouldn’t flow the manner I needed them to.I may want to hear the girl out of doors talking. She knew matters—too much stuff. About Laura. About me. And what she stated ultimately made my blood flip to ice.“I realize who your actual father is, Laura. And it’s no longer the person who just shot Brandon.”It felt just like the air in the cabin iced up.Laura’s hand was at the lock. She stood frozen, her face faded and eyes huge, like she’d stopped breathing. I desired to s
Laura’s POVI screamed so loud it felt like something ripped into my chest.Brandon hit the wooden ground hard, blood speeding from his shoulder like a red river. I dropped to my knees beside him, pressing my arms to the wound, however it wouldn’t forestall. My imagination and prescience blurred from tears and fear, and I could barely breathe as I shouted his call over and over. His eyes rolled lower back for a second, then flickered open simply enough to discover mine.“I’m ok,” he mumbled, while his blouse soaked through with blood. “It didn’t hit the heart.”I didn’t believe him. I may want to feel the warm temperature of his blood below my fingers and see the light coloration of his pores and skin. He wasn’t okay. None of this changed ok.My palms were shaking so badly I couldn’t think. But then I remembered wh
Laura’s POVThe cold bit through my clothes, however I didn’t leave. I stood outside the cabin, staring at the red-lettered note in my hand as snow drifted quietly around me. The phrases kept replaying in my mind like a cruel echo I couldn’t get away.“Your mom didn’t die via a twist of fate. She was killed. And the person who killed her is the identical man who simply kissed you.”I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe it. My palms trembled so badly that the paper slipped from my hand and fluttered to the snowy floor. The wind picked it up and carried it away, however it didn’t count. The words were already carved into my heart.I grew to become lower back toward the cabin. The hot orange glow of the fire peeked through the window. Brandon lay inside, resting, restoring… the same man who had held me like I became the most effective aspect
Laura’s POVBrandon didn’t communicate.His eyes were closed.His body was lifeless under my fingers.I pressed my forehead to his chest, shaking all over. I struggled to breathe slightly.“Please,” I whispered. “Please don’t leave me. Please don’t die.”His blood was everywhere.On my arms.On my face.In my mouth.I didn’t care.I just wanted him to wake up.Damien knelt beside me, seeking to assist Evelyn stop the bleeding. But nothing worked.The sword had long passed deep.Too deep.“His pulse is fading,” Evelyn said, her voice tight. “We need to do the binding.”“W
Brandon’s POVI couldn’t sleep.Not after that man touched her.Not after he smiled as he knew her like he owned the nighttime.I stood by the window, staring into the darkishtimber outside the secure residence. My arms were clenched. My enamel is tight.I should still hear his voice. Whispering her call like a curse.Laura.He now was not purported to locate her.He was no longer supposed to be that near.And now, the entirety has changed.Behind me, I heard soft footsteps. I didn’t flip. I already knew it had become random,” Laura stated in a quiet voice.I didn’t talk.She moved closer and stood beside me. Her arm brushed mine. I ought to experience her warmth. Her breath.“You’re irritated.”“I’m more than indignant.”She looked up at me. “Are you irritated at me?”
Laura’s POVThe training started the day after today.I stood in the middle of the field, the wind tugging at my hair, the solar burning down. Brandon stood in front of me, his palms folded, his eyes sharp however hot.“Again,” he said, tossing me the timber dagger.My arms fumbled. The dagger dropped.I picked it up, respiration was difficult.“I’m not robust enough,” I whispered.He walked nearer, gently lifting my chin.“You don’t have to be sturdy these days. You just have to show up.”He stepped lower back. “Now again. This time, consciousness.”I charged forward, yelling, looking to swing the dagger the way he taught me.But he moved rapidly. Too rapid.Before I blinked, he twisted in the back of me, his hands wrapping around my waist. He whispered in opposition to my ear, “You’re main with anger, no longer purpose.”I ought to feel his breath. My coronary heart raced—now not simply from schooling.I turned to face him, panting. “Then what ought to I lead with?”“Balance. Patien