Violet's pov
That night Alpha Xaden rejected Mira, I had this strange feeling of fulfillment in my chest. Finally, someone had put her in her place. I wasn't happy about the humiliation she suffered. No one deserved that but at least she'll get to taste a little bit of humiliation she caused others.
And when she did, she took out her anger on me.
The ship cracked through the air again, biting through my flesh.
Sharp pain seared across, stealing breath from my lungs. I clenched my teeth so hard, refusing to scream. That was a mistake on my part because when she wanted to stop, she ordered the guards to continue.
“Again!” Mira commanded. “Flog her till I see her bones!”
A strangled gasp escaped my lips when I turned to look at her.
Her gaze locked on me and the leather struck again.
The scent of blood… my blood filled the air and in that moment, I broke.
I had told myself I wouldn't break down in front of Mira. I had vowed never to give her that satisfaction but when my blood pooled at my feet on the floor, I panicked.
Mira chuckled as though satisfied. She had won.
“That's enough!” she said with a stifled yawn as if my mere presence bored her, as if she hadn't ordered the guards to whip me 10 times on my back.
I heard the guard drop the whip. It was over. For now.
I tilted my head to look at Mira and the guards standing behind me.
When my eyes locked on with the guards, their eyes went round.
“My lady, isn't that Alpha Xaden's mate? Oh no. We're in deep trouble!” He said in a low whisper.
“I am Xaden’s mate! No one else!” Mira snapped.
“Y - yes, ma'am.” They answered hesitantly.
She turned to them. “Xaden isn't here, is he?”
“N- No, ma'am.” They both exchange glances after replying.
“Xaden won't know what happened here…” she looked at them. “Unless you plan to tell him?”
“No, ma'am. We'd never let it slip.” They answered together.
“Good,” she smiled.
Both guards shot me a pitiful look before looking away.
Mira stepped up to face me, a cruel laugh leaving her red painted lips. “Oh, poor Violet. You thought you could take what belonged to me and go unscathed?”
I kept my gaze on the ground, tasting copper as I swallowed the boiling rage in my chest.
She grabbed my chin, forcing my gaze to meet hers. “If no one has told you this, Violet, then you I'll hear it from me. You. Are. Nothing! An orphan with no family! I wonder what Alpha Xaden sees in you but don't worry, he'll see what you truly are soon enough.”
She let go of me like I was yesterday's trash.
Tears formed in my ears, dropping to the blood-stained floor.
My body trembled as I sobbed. If it hadn't been for the ropes binding my arms to the walls, I would've collapsed long ago.
“If no one has told you this, Violet, then you I'll hear it from me. You. Are. Nothing!”
Violet didn't need to make that clear to me. I had grown up hearing those same words everyday – from the whispers in the market, the packhouse, everywhere I went, I always heard people say that to me. That I didn't matter. That I was useless. That I was just another woofless orphan that needed to die, a waste of space.
I choked on a sob, my body riveting with pain as I tried to move. I couldn't take it anymore. I just wanted to die.
As my sobs got louder, something in the air shifted.
Mira sensed it too because her eyes darted around the candle-lit dungeon. “Who's there?!”
It was more of a bark than a soft question.
A deep growl came as her reply. The rumble was followed by the sound of heavy boots.
Something dark… something furious was coming our way.
I stiffened while Mira backed away instantly.
What was happening? I couldn't see because my back was to the entrance.
Bloodlust filled the air and I panicked. Who was that?
I shut my eyes when I felt a hand on my chin.
“Violet…” The voice was soft, smooth, almost appealing. I knew that voice.
The ropes loosened and my body swooned.
A pair of warm hands caught me just in time and dropped me gently on the floor.
I threw my eyes open with a low gasp. Our eyes met and tears filled my eyes again.
Xaden.
A wave of relief washed over me. I could finally breathe again.
His gaze traveled over me – my ripped dress, blood-stained skin, whipped lashes on my back.
Something crackled dangerously in the air. I realized it was a growl from him.
He traced my jaw gently, his touch burning my skin. Then, he leaned closer and asked quietly. “Who?”
No one spoke.
His hand shot out and grabbed the nearest guard by the throat. The man choked helplessly, his feet kicking against the ground.
“Who…” Xaden began softly before it became a full growl. “Who dared lay their hands on my mate!”
“It… It was Lady Mira!” The guard gasped.
Mira panicked. “What?”
The guard yelled it this time. “It was Lady Mira's orders! She made us do it! She forced us!”
Xaden let go of him and the man's body dropped to the ground in a crumpled and coughing mess.
“You did this?” Xaden asked in a low growl.
Mira nearly stumbled back as she tried to escape. “She - -”
When Xaden stopped in front of her, she straightened her back, lifting her chin. “Violet deserved it.”
Xaden moved so fast I barely saw it. One second, Mira was standing confidently, then next she was against the wall with his fingers wrapped around her throat in a choke hold.
“I told you!” Xaden hissed. “No one touches my mate!”
Mira clawed at his hand, choking. “P - Please, Alpha.”
Xaden's grip tightened. I watched through blurred vision, my body screaming in pain.
His gaze flickered to me. “What do you want me to do to her, Violet?”
Mira's eyes widened, the other guards choked on a panicked sob. They all stare at me, waiting for their “death sentence.”
I could demand vengeance without blinking.
I could tell Xaden to make her suffer.
I looked at Mira, at her eyes, at the way her body trembled under Xaden's hold.
I should hate her.
I did.
But I was also so tired. Tired of this pack. Tired of all the cruelty meted to me everyday.
“I just want to leave.” I said in a whisper, hoping Xaden could hear me.
Xaden turned to me. “Are you sure?”
I nodded, my throat tightening. I was fading.
His grip loosened and Mira collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.
As if on cue, my body slumped to the ground.
“Violet!” Xaden rushed to my side and scooped me into his arm.
“Dammit! We're getting the hell out of here!” He growled just before I slipped away into silence.
Violet's pov"Who's there?" I heard someone calling out from somewhere inside the cottage.Definitely a lady's voice.I panicked.My chest pounded in fright.Who?Could it be his mother? I wondered.A thief?My body jolted forward at the sudden realization of who the lady could be.His mistress?I bit my lips in anger, almost drawing blood. "His mate indeed." I scoffed."Who's there?" I heard her call out again.Swiping angrily at the tears that trickled down my face, I fought the urge to crumple at the exhaustion that hits my body.Everything had been a lie.I was a fool for beginning to think I was something.For starting to open up and believe Xaden.I beat my chest, trying to still the pains that groped me. Mira's voice echoed in my head.Nothing.I was nothing. I reminded myself.Now I know why he doesn't let anyone go through this place and why he likes to soothe himself here.I turned to leave, but my legs pulled me across the room. I stopped in front of a door and deliberated
Violet's povMy curiosity has been piqued. I was restless. I sensed that wherever that path led would open up something unbearable. Still, I needed to know. It was as though something from within me had been rattled.I stayed awake all through the night. My mind kept wandering like it was lost. I turned on my bed all through, trying to figure out possible reasons why that path in the garden had been excluded from my tour.Shortly, it was dawn. Just as my eyes were about drooping closed, my door squeaked open and Danya walked in with several other servants. Some servants carried in a large basin with a gold-like signet on it, a few carried in jars of perfumes. However, what caught my eyes was the beautiful emerald gown Danya carried. Fascinated by the rich color of the beautiful gown, Danya walked towards me with a wide smile."My lady, did you sleep well?" She queried.Her smile crumbled underneath her face when she saw the dark circles beneath my eyes and my tired face."I think not
The castle was quiet in the morning, not like the packhouse had been.There were no shouted orders. No crashing footsteps. No Mira. Just birdsong from the open window, the slow creak of trees swaying outside, and the soft scrape of a tray being set down beside my bed.I blinked myself awake to find a girl with short, dark curls pulling the curtains back. She was trying her very best to be quiet, probably because she didn't want me to wake up. Her eyes met mine for only a second before she looked away. I just hope I didn't frightened her.“Sorry,” she mumbled. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”“You didn’t wake me,” I said, my voice rough from being quiet for a long time. “It’s fine.”She nodded once and turned back toward the tray. “I brought breakfast. The Alpha said you might not be used to eating at dining yet. He said to make sure it was something soft, I hope you like it?.”I sat up slowly. “Yes I do, everything looks nice. Also you don’t have to call him that around me.”Her lips twitc
The stairs were too soft.I know that sounds dumb since they were made of stone, something hard. But they were smooth in a way that made me walk slower. Like they were used to carrying people who mattered, people who were royals. Not girls with bruises under their sleeves and dried blood behind their ears.I kept my eyes on the floor, one hand on the rail as I made my way down. My legs were still sore. My wrist still stung. I kept expecting to feel pain when I stepped down, but the ache was dull now. Manageable. I’ve felt worse. And it scared me how easy it was to forget how much worse it had been.At the bottom of the stairs, Xaden was waiting.He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked up as I appeared, arms loosely folded, leaning back like he’d been there a while and didn’t mind.His eyes moved over me, once. Not in a creepy way. Not like I was something on display. More like he was making sure I hadn’t cracked somewhere while no one was looking. No one has looked at me with so
My eyes opened, slow.First thing I noticed wasn’t the bed, or the light. It was the quiet.Not total silence. Just… quiet. Like a place that had always been loud decided to just stop. No yelling. No boots slamming the floor. No Mira screaming my name from across the hall, or that awful sound of the whip cracking through the air.Just the soft flap of curtains moving with the breeze… and the gentle, steady crackle of a fire.Safe.It felt safe.Which honestly made me more nervous than anything.I sat up too fast and instantly regretted it. My whole body shouted back at me—joints tight, ribs sore, like I’d been run over and barely stitched back together. For a second, panic rushed in. Like maybe I’d wake up back in the packhouse and none of this was real. But the memories came fast and heavy.This wasn’t the packhouse.The bed was soft. Too soft. Layers of feathers, not the usual lump of old blankets and straw. The sheets felt smooth, kind of cold against my skin. Silk, maybe? My hand
Violet's povJust as I had prayed everyday for someone to rescue me from this wretched place, Xaden appeared, helping me escape the horrors that had held me for what felt like eternity, and I will be forever grateful to him for saving him from that nightmare. But…I didn't ask to be reached from one nightmare only to enter another. Our journey to the Winter pack, Xaden's pack stretched on for weeks. It felt like an eternity, moving through endless forests, towering mountains of his bone-chilling territory. The cold was insane and the fact that he didn't flinch once made it even more insane.He noticed me flinch and wrapped his coat over mine. “Here.”“But aren't you…” my words froze on my tongue when he planted a kiss on my lips. “I'm fine,” he smiled. “Besides, the cold never bothered me anyways.”My cheeks tinted pink and I turned my gaze ahead. Light laugh spilled out of Xaden's lips as he rode behind me.With one hand, he pulled my body closer, making my back press against hi