AUTHOR'S POV A MONTH LATER “You mean all the officials in our Pack refused to attend Miguel's burial?” Valeria demanded angrily, and Ceasor nodded sadly. Miguel had requested that his body shouldn't be buried. His funeral was done just like the time of ancient werewolves. Their body was put in a coffin and sent through an ocean no one knew the end of. The women and children were present, except for the officials. Valeria knew their minds already. They wanted her to step down and crown another Alpha or crown Prince Shaquan. She knew the burden would be too much for Shaquan and didn't care what they thought, but she wasn't going to crown a six-year-old child as the Alpha. They turned to leave but heard a battalion shouts. They were on their way to the palace. Valeria frowned since she wasn't notified before the Pack's gate was opened to some strangers. She sat down, ready for anything they were ready to say, and was a little surprised when she saw all the officials moving wi
AUTHOR'S POV Valeria carried Shaquan delicately in her hands, but she noticed something was wrong. He was crying. She smiled at him sadly and caressed his head. He became cold suddenly. He stopped breathing. “No, Shaquan, you can't do this. No!” she wailed, pulling him tightly onto her. Valeria's tears soaked through Shaquan's furs as she held onto him tightly, unable to believe that her intelligent, vibrant son was gone. Her heart felt like it had shattered into a million pieces, and a wail of grief escaped her lips as she rocked back and forth on the floor with her beloved child cradled in her arms. Memories of his childhood flooded her mind, each one a fresh stab of pain that threatened to overwhelm her. She felt like a part of her had died alongside him, and the thought of never being able to hug him or hear his voice again was too much to bear. As the hours wore on, her sobs grew quieter but no less intense, and the other women could only offer silent support as t
Author's point of viewThe silent hall was steeped in darkness, with the only light coming from a single spotlight that shone down upon a young woman standing in the center of the room. The walls were draped in deep shades of purple and pink, with delicate twinkle lights twinkling softly in the background. The air was heavy with the scent of roses and other sweet flowers, their fragrance wafting through the air. She was dressed in an exquisite short skirt of pink silk and a silver blouse of lace, with delicate sparkles glinting in the light. Her hair was a cascade of gentle waves, with a few strands framing her face in an alluring, enticing manner. She was popularly known as Kristen Kim, the second-trending female celebrity in Canada. She had planned to give Alexander, her fiancé, a surprise proposal, and he lured to the hall through wrong information. She danced to the rhythm of the slow romantic music with a smile on her face. Detective Alexander walked in stealthily with
MIGUEL'S P.O.V I whined, clasping tightly onto the obsolete bed, trying not to tear up in his presence. “I suppose you aren't feeling the pain right, just wait for this'' I screamed in great agony at his next action. It felt as though pepper was applied to my fresh wound. I turned to face him. It was the razor blade again, he didn't miss one thing. I sobbed loudly, holding on to the pillow, trying hard not to wail. “Do you need another memento of why I'm here…to remind you to hang around where you pertained as a weak wolf. I know you stepped on my expensive cloth intentionally, you swine!” He growled with a giggle. His laughter sounded so wrong. I looked away, avoiding eye contact, I could feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I felt as though I had been abandoned by everyone who was around me. Furthermore, I began to weep harder and cried out of fear. The sharp edge sliced through my skin again. I heard the door slam open and mother entered the room. She is a savior. “And what do
MIQUEL'S P.O.V “What's with you today, you mastered this skill days ago, and you've forgotten?” Seneca groaned, frustrated holding firm to his sword. “I'm sorry, Seneca. I'm not just feeling good today” I hate all this, but I have to do it since it's mother's order. I raised the sword trying to strike again but winced in pain going down. Everyone always thought I was going to be the alpha, but a piece of shocking news is awaiting them. My monthly visitor is back again, and I'm weakened. I'm a girl in a boy's disguise. The whole Pack except the midwife that attended to mother. I wasn't given a solid reason, but mother insisted I have to act this up to protect my life, and here I am, doing things boys should do forcefully. “Maybe I will be healthy tomorrow, I will take my leave now” I gathered all the strength in me and walked out of the training ground. It's a big, spacious place and not far from the palace. I relaxed in the hallway and signaled a maid. “Call me my mother” I manage
MIGUEL'S P.O.V “Miguel,” my mother said quietly. I sat up, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and looked at her. “What's the matter, mother, it's so late?” I shifted, so she could sit next to me on the small bed. “Well, I have a surprise for you, come on Miquel,” there at the door is someone I've been wanting to meet for a long time. I dashed away and hugged him. “Miquel, how are you doing? I've been missing you terribly. Please take a seat,“ He sat down and smiled warmly. When I looked down the corridor, the guards were already snoring. I know it's my mother's work. “Thank you, Miguel; I missed you too, but father would be furious if he saw us both together,” he grumbled. We laughed and talked about ourselves for a few hours. It felt like a long-lost part of myself had returned. “It will soon dawn, and before I leave, I need you to assist me with something, brother,” I said anxiously, urging him to speak. “It's your first demand, and I will certainly grant you your wish,” he said solemnly
MIQUEL'S P.O.V It feels so great to be on a break for a day. All I did was eat and sleep. The pain I was feeling down there has also subsided. All I do is fight all day and rest at night. The fact that I won't be the alpha in the end made the training look like a torment for me. “Miguel has been caught, the guards are on their way to get you” mother mind linked me and fear gripped me. I gulped a cup of water to calm my nerves down and sat on the bed. “The alpha demands your presence now,” a guard said harshly, holding my arms tightly. “Do you have a death? I can walk on my own” I glared at him, and he released me abruptly. He knows better than to act rashly. I strolled to the Courtroom fidgeting with my fingers. I stared at the horrible scene before me and quickly ran to stop the guards. I put Miguel in danger again. He was being held by two guards and flogged mercilessly by another guard. Blood was dripping from his back already. “Father please, I forced him to do it because I wa
MIGUEL'S P.O.V I screamed out the more as the beta's wife hit me with a rod used on criminals. I was tortured by Jason yesterday, and now it's Umberto. My life can't be less complicated. She held on to my neck tightly, making me choke on my breadth. Bruno kept screaming at me to allow him to take over, but I'm anxious she would die due to his bitterness for her. A guard entered the dungeon with a tray in his hand. “It's a wolf bane, you will feel so vulnerable, neither will I. We need help!” Bruno cried out at me impatiently. Trying so hard to endure the pain, I mind-linked Miquel for assistance, and thankfully it worked. I wish he was within the palace. I couldn't endure the pain anymore. Furthermore, I had to converse with Bruno to help me heal. “You son of a bitch! You dared to…” She was unable to finish the statement before landing on her butts. There at the door was Miquel, looking so furious. His eyes were red, and his long hair swiveled silver. “How dare you call our mother