Esmere POV Elisa emerged from where Aamon came from — from the top of the stairs. She wore a long white dress that flowed with her every move while she carefully went down the stairs. Every eye on that place was set on her, watching her as if she was the moon goddess descending from heaven. And Aamon… Aamon could not hide even an inch of delight on his face — I knew he was so proud of her. My heart painfully throbbed upon seeing that scene. Aamon used to give me that kind of glance, but at that time, I was just another werewolf standing there. “Her name is Elisa,” Aamon introduced her when they reached each other. “But, Master…” One northern werewolf suddenly talked. “I get you found your mate, but as we already know, we have a Luna now. We already have a northern queen.” And then, all the northern werewolves there suddenl
Esmere POV It had been two days since that night Aamon confronted me, and I still could not get his words off my mind. “She is my mate, and you are someone I marked out of duty. Don’t be confused.” Aamon and I were together for five years, and he never made me feel like I was a stranger in his pack. But that night, it all came out. He revealed his true feelings for me. I gripped my chest when I felt a stinging in my heart. I did not know it could hurt this much — so painful that I could feel it physically. Two days passed, and I never left my room even once. Ophelia was the one who did all the things I should have been doing outside. And… And Aamon never once checked out on me. Maybe he did not even notice my absence. His mind was clouded with the ideas of his lovely mate and the things they should do after not meeting for ma
Esmere POV “Hey, bastards. Tell me how you want to die,” someone’s voice uttered when I was about to be captured by the three attackers. All of us turned our gaze to the direction where the voice came from and saw a silhouette casually walking towards us. The moon shone on the figure, and I realized it was a man wearing a white long-sleeved and a pair of black pants. And I was quite taken aback at seeing his features. He has black hair with gray eyes — just like Aamon’s. “Who are you, punk?” One of the attackers aggressively asked him. The man smiled as if he was not caught in a bad situation. He was chilling while one of his hands was casually in his pocket. “No need for introduction; you are going to die, anyway,” he replied. “What can a pretty boy like you do to us?” the attacker said, mocking the mysterious man. Suddenly, he pulled out a gun and pointed it at the
Esmere POV “Seeing that you are doing nothing and just resting here, I want you to do something for me,” Aamon told me upon seeing that I was on the bed. I immediately stood up and composed myself so he wouldn’t notice that I was sick at that time. “What is it?” “I want you to lead the alteration of the entire castle.” My eyebrows wrinkled upon hearing what he had just said. “What do you mean by changing the castle?” Aamon gave me a sharp gaze and answered, “Elisa was hurt by touching a sword inside. I want you to remove every dangerous weapon in this castle.” Elisa. That one name again. “But those weapons are where they are supposed to be,” I protested. “We need them in case of a sneak attack.” “Oh goodness, Esmere. Do you hear yourself?” he said, and he seemed very annoyed. “We are werewolves. Our claws are the weapons!” And when I heard
Esmere POV The northern werewolves were rounded up by the entrance as if they were ready to fight at any moment. Aamon had a stern look on his face. “What’s happening?” I whispered as Ophelia and I watched them in curiosity. Suddenly, a man entered the castle. He wore a coat made of fur. And upon seeing his face, my eyes widened in astonishment. “That man — that mysterious man!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t be wrong. That man was the one who saved me last night. “Do you know him, Madam?” Ophelia asked me. I couldn’t tell Ophelia what had happened to me that night and why I was familiar with the man. I did not want to worry her furthermore. “No. It’s the first time I have seen him,” I lied. We continued to watch the scene as the ambiance got darker and darker. “Why is everyone so te
Esmere POV Fortunately, my condition did not worsen after we finished gathering all the weapons inside the castle. After finishing the task Aamon had given us, Ophelia assisted me to my room and brought some medicine. Seeing how tired she was, I told her to retire for the night and take some rest. Initially, Ophelia did not want to leave me and insisted on sleeping in my room, but I told her I wanted to be alone and assured her I wouldn’t leave my room that night. The wind that night was so cold, and there was a crescent moon above. I could hear the singing of the crickets, and that sound could somehow comfort me. My room has an expansive terrace that’s directly facing the northern forest. Aamon used to enter from there whenever he wanted to visit me before, and then we would talk about the future of the northern pack and our future children until sunrise.
Esmere POV The sun that day did not appear, and as usual, I was hanging out with Ophelia in the garden outside the castle. Aamon wouldn’t give me even a fraction of his day. All his attention would be divided between his duties and being with Elisa. It was a never-ending cycle. We were sitting in our favorite spot under a gigantic tree when I suddenly saw a group of young women entering the castle. “What’s happening?” I asked Ophelia, who was peeling a fruit at that time. “Didn’t you hear about it, Madam?” she whispered. My eyebrows wrinkled in curiosity. “About what?” “Every chance the alpha’s brother is here in the north, maiden werewolves who haven’t found their mates would flock where he is in hopes that he would be their fated mate.” “What?” I exclaimed, astounded. “That’s a thing?” “Yes,” Ophelia smiled as she answered. “Apparently,
Esmere POV “I need to talk to you, Esmere,” Aamon said in a calm yet threatening voice. His eyes were darker than the weather that day. “Aamon?” I muttered, surprised. What did he want to talk about that he felt the need to come after me? “Do I need to repeat myself?” Aamon told me once more. I glanced at Troy, who stood there while looking at Aamon. I told him, “I need to go first.” He smiled at me and answered, “We will return to the castle, anyway.” I smiled back and strolled towards Aamon after that. The three of us walked back to the castle, with me walking alongside Aamon and Troy behind us. Both of them were tight-lipped, and I could feel the tension between them, and I knew it was not good.~~ The day was so dark, and the rain wouldn’t stop falling. After reaching the castle’s entrance, Aamon immediately told me to co