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Chapter 77Azara.When those words fell softly from his lips, even the gentle breeze stopped to listen. The world stood still at the mention of those four powerful words. I love you, Azalea. It wouldn't stop echoing in my mind. Those gentle words hit me like a weapon, not the kind that sliced through my skin or inflicted pain in my heart, but the one that mended my broken heart and soothed my wounded soul like a balm. It filled me with warmth, causing my smile to bloom like a fresh flower. My eyes darted towards his forest green eyes that reminded me of tall trees with branches spreading like canopies. Was he messing with me? Arien upholds a reputation for being playful and mischievous, but this time, his expression spoke otherwise. “I mean every word I said,” he added as if reading my mind to confirm my doubts. My heart almost jumped out of the cage of my ribs as I felt a tingling sensation flush down my spine in excitement. It was the first time he expressed his love for
Chapter 76Azara.I knew I wasn't ready for it– the grief that followed after losing a loved one. I knew I didn't have my emotions under control. And that I would lash out and snap at any time. But what I didn't realize was how the grief accompanied by loneliness was enough to crush one's soul and lead one on a path to despair. It's funny how I thought my grief started the moment Tatiana died in my arms. But when it really began was the moment Tatiana was lowered in a casket six feet under the earth. That was when it occurred to me that I would never see her again. That kind of pain hits differently. It's been months since her demise, yet, I can't get that moment out of my head. It lived rent-free, replaying against my wish as if tormenting me. The memory was as fresh as an unhealed wound. A small sigh escaped my lips as I lowered my body towards Tatiana's grave, placing a fresh bouquet of tulips that I had picked from the garden. Tulips were Tatiana's favourite. It became
Chapter 75Azara. My name is Azara Storm and I am no stranger to pain. I am indeed the definition of pain. For my conception took place in pain. And in pain was my existence marked. It was like I was made for an unending cycle of pure torment. From the womb to the world. Maybe I was cursed. Maybe I was the most hated on the Moon Goddess’ list. There has to be an explanation behind every loss I've encountered– every tear I have shed. As if losing my Pack was not enough, I lost my parents and became a slave on my 18th birthday, I lost my life twice before, endured harsh humiliations and betrayals before losing my best friend. Why was it always me? Has the Moon Goddess not punished me enough? What else would she take after my best friend? My life? My mates? My loud wails penetrated the crowd as I lowered my head to Tatiana's lifeless body, bawling my eyes out. Her warmth and sweet strawberry scent were long gone. Her soft, smooth skin was as stiff as a rod, and her brown eye
Chapter 74Azara. I froze. My eyes bulged like they were about to pop out of their sockets as horror slammed hard against them. Those terrifying words sliced through my skin like the sharp blade of a double-edged sword, exposing me to another dimension of pain. By the Moon goddess, I felt my heart jump out of the chambers of my ribs. It pounded so hard, I could hear it throbbing in my ears.Cold sweat broke freely on my forehead as my blood ran cold. Perking up, my gaze swept to Asael as I leaned forward to listen more closely. I could already feel tears building up slowly. No!This can't be true. I must have misheard Asael. He must have mistaken Tatiana for Giselle. If there was someone meant to die, then it was Giselle. Not Tatiana.Not my friend. Her betrayal might have stung bitterly like the venom of a scorpion, and she might have broken my heart into a thousand tiny bits and shattered my trust. But she would always have a special place in my heart.I would never wish d
Chapter 73Azara.I couldn't watch. The brutality made my skin crawl. The sight was gory, I almost plucked out my eyes. Like a permanent tattoo, every scream, every cry, every desperate plea, every thud of the stones jamming against her skin and eating deep into the torn flesh repeatedly engraved in my memory like ink– big, bold, unerasable.It was as vivid as daylight, living rent-free in my head and rendering every attempt to erase it abortive. Escaping from the woods I almost gagged at the sight of thick chunks of her flesh lying motionlessly on the pool of her blood with heavy rocks descending on her. I could swear droplets of tears slipped from my eyes as every attempt to crawl into safety was hindered by heavy stones that trooped in mercilessly, silencing her cries and twisting her limbs until she lay helplessly. Eyes shut tightly and arms spread open ready to embrace death. It felt as if time had frozen the moment those lifeless eyes were fixated on mine one last time as i
Chapter 72Author's pov. “Get off me you monsters!” Lucille’s continuous shrieks made me cringe as my ears began to hurt. Adrenaline pumped through her as the weight of reality crushed her like a ton of bricks. She struggled, fighting to be freed from the clasps of the guards that held her bound, ready to drag her roughly across the hall to the outskirts of the Pack. The thunderous beating of her heart filled my ears as panic swallowed her whole. The fear of death flashed in her horror-filled eyes, almost driving her insane. “Luna!” Her loud voice rang as she snatched her hands from a guard's grasp, proceeding to do the same to the other hand as she bared her canines, putting up a challenge. “Don't let them take me away. Make them stop. Tell them the truth!” Her voice bled, pain seeping through every word. The weight of betrayal crushed over my shoulders heavily. Sinking her sharp canines into one of the guards' flesh, the distraction from the pain was enough to buy her a few s