VERANIAI continued fighting him off and using every part of my body to defend myself. I bit the hand covering my mouth, and tried to kick him so he would get off me. Nothing worked because the man was too heavy, and the worst part was how his hands roamed over my body. I never locked the door because I didn’t have the combination. Alpha Rasmon hadn’t locked me up in a long time, and usually, nobody ever came up here. Until tonight. “Relax, little wolf!”I screamed as soon as I had the chance, wondering if someone would even hear me. I kept on kicking and fighting him, and finally, someone came. But it wasn’t the person I expected. “Verania!” Lucan exclaimed as he raced toward the bed. “No, Lucan. Get out of here!”The boy refused to listen to me and climbed onto the bed. Before the man could register what was happening, Lucan kicked him in the face. For a ten-year-old, the kick was impressive, but the man was either too strong or too drunk to be able to register that kick, and
VeraniaI could hear the music, but I couldn’t see anyone apart from the people who arrived. I knew there was no point to me watching them—if anything, I just felt lonelier. It wasn’t that I wanted to join the party. On the contrary. I probably wouldn’t have anything in common with the people downstairs. It was just that this all served as a reminder that I didn’t really have a life. While everyone had the liberty to go wherever they chose to, I was stuck here, in this room, with no idea what was going to happen to me. The thought was…depressing, to say the least. Finally, after a while had passed without people showing up, I moved away from the window and sat on the edge of the bed. I kept the lights off because I felt more hidden this way. There was privacy. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed. It was hard to keep track of time when I was in this room. A knock on my door made my heart skip a beat because I had no idea who could be standing on the other side. “Who is it?” I
RASMON Things with the breeder were getting out of hand. And that was all my fault. It would've been much easier for me if I didn't have these haunting dreams about her that had the power to ruin my whole day. Why was this happening? Why couldn't I get her out of my head? This felt like a punishment of some kind, but I didn’t know what exactly I was being punished for when her family wronged mine. Everything that was happening to her was well-deserved. I wasn’t being unfair—not in the slightest. I was so frustrated that I couldn’t focus on the party that was happening right in front of me. Everyone was walking up and down my house, and occasionally, some people would wish me a happy birthday. I wasn’t at all interested in this. I didn’t like celebrating my birthday, and this was all a major inconvenience for me. I spotted Arius in the crowd, and he came toward me after excusing himself. I gulped down my drink, and steeled myself for what would come next. “Birthday boy,” he b
Verania Things were relatively calm in the next few days. There were no strange occurrences, and for the most part, I was at peace. I spent a lot of time with Lucan, and discovered a lot about him and the Olafur family. Especially his mother. She died on the day Lucan was born, and that's all he knows about her. The Alpha refuses to talk about her, and whenever Lucan tried to ask questions, his father would shut it down, claiming it wasn't important for him to know anything about her. I couldn't die—I found that very strange. Why not tell the boy about her? Didn't he deserve to know who his mother was? Lucan didn't even know her name, that was how extreme things were. If the Cruel Alpha didn't treat his son with love and respect, I would assume that he blamed the boy for her death. This wasn't normal at all.But that wasn't the case, so perhaps he had his reasons. Verona practically raised him as his father was always busy fighting. The opinion he had of his father was a good o
Verania My face hurt from the punches, and though my nose wasn't broken, it was definitely starting to get swollen along with my eye. I couldn't see a thing from my left eye. Lucan was in the backseat with me as his father drove us back, and his head was resting on my lap. Though he was a strong little boy, today I saw just how vulnerable he could be. I acted on impulse. I didn’t even have time to think about what I was doing when I reached for him. The truth? I didn’t even feel pain when that man started hitting me. All I could think about was how I didn’t want to let go—I couldn’t. And now, we were here. The pain of the attack was starting to hit me. We arrived at Alpha Rasmon’s house, and he immediately asked one of the guards to call for a healer. Lucan refused to leave my side as I headed toward my room. Alpha Rasmon then said behind me, “Come to the living room. It’ll be easier for the doctor to see you there.”I listened to him and turned back around. His eyes were on me
Rasmon Aunt Verona sat on the chair across from mine and lit another cigarette. "I don't see the need for a long face, nephew. You did the right thing—Lucan's happy, I'm happy. Verania is happy."I knew she said the latter just to provoke me. "Letting her leave with Lucan was a bad idea. What if she tries to escape and succeeds?""Derrick is a competent Gamma, Rasmon. Do you think he’ll let her escape? She wouldn't know where to go even if she tried, and she knows the consequences of trying to do such a thing.”That wasn't what worried me, but I didn't mention it because I knew she wouldn't understand. "I didn't ask you to join me here to discuss the breeder."Aunt Verona gave me a look. "You're the one who brought her up."I ignored her. "Arius' party organizer will be here at any moment, and I suggested that he work with you to get this damned party together. I didn't want to burden you with this, Aunt.""But the Alpha King's command should be obeyed, am I right?" she asked just t