Esmere POV The aloe vera’s scent circulated in the room and greeted me as I woke up. When I opened my eyes, I saw an older woman with white hair sitting beside me and massaging my legs. As soon as I felt her touching my wound inflicted by the silver chain, I groaned out of pain. “How are you feeling, Madam?” The older woman asked me when she noticed I woke up. “This is a nasty wound.” “Are you the priest-doctor?” I asked. “Yes, Madam. The alpha has called me to check on you,” she answered. “I heard your health is deteriorating.” I tried to stand but couldn’t since my legs were still shivering. I asked her, “What do you mean my health is deteriorating?” The older woman slightly stroked her forehead as she hesitantly answered, “I heard from the alpha that you are getting weak mentally.” “What?” I exclaimed upon hearing what she had told me. “
Esmere POV "I am planning to remove my mark from Esmere!" I clutched my chest so tightly as soon as I heard those words from Aamon. I leaned on the wall so I wouldn't fall because of the shock I felt at that moment. "But removing the mark from her could cost her life. Are you ready to face the consequences?" One of the influential elder werewolves asked him. "Yes," Aamon answered without even hesitating. "Let's be honest here. This is also what you want, right?" Everyone in that room fell silent. No one could even answer. "We all think Esmere is not suitable to be the luna if we want to take this pack to a higher and stronger level. So why not just remove the mark from her? You are all thinking that, right?" Aamon spoke again, and there was a hint of anger in his voice. "You also wanted me to mark the rightful one, right?" "But what about the western pack?" Rocco was th
Esmere POV A week passed, and the group of werewolves that the western pack had sent to fetch me from the northern castle arrived. Six western werewolves had come to get me, including Ophelia. She was so overjoyed upon seeing me getting out of the castle. “Madam!” she enthusiastically yelled as she hugged me tightly. “I missed you so much!” I wore an oversized robe at that time. “I missed you, too,” I said while smiling. “It’s never the same without you here.” “Sorry, Madam. I left you alone,” she answered apologetically. “It’s not your fault,” I replied. I wanted to tell her the truth about how Elisa manipulated her to go savage, but I thought it was not the right time to spill it out. The maids were at the entrance, watching me departing from the northern castle. Aamon was not there at that time. He left ear
Chapter 22 Esmere POV My eyes widened, and my mouth almost fell upon seeing the situation in the western mountain. The western castle was burning, and the western werewolves’ burned corpses were lying on the ground. “We have been attacked!” One werewolf with me screamed at the top of his lungs. And out of everything that happened there, two enormous wooden crosses particularly caught my attention. There were two individuals pinned in each of them. My chest pounded as I gradually walked toward them, and I screamed in horror upon recognizing their faces. “Mother! Father!” They were lifeless. Silver daggers were pierced into their hearts and their throats. I instantly fell to the ground because of the shock I felt. “W- what’s happening?” I stuttered as my whole body trembled excessively. “Madam! We
Esmere POV: It was still raining that night when I woke up. My whole body hurt as I stood up from where I lay down. “Are you all right?” An older man with white hair and a beard asked me as he sat before a small bonfire. We were in a provisional tent that was poorly made. “W-who are you?” I asked as my entirety shivered. “I am an eastern wolf wandering around the continent. Who are you? And why are those northern werewolves adamant about killing you?” Hearing what he had just said, I automatically held my stomach and felt a sharp pain in there. “M- my child,” I murmured with widened gazes. The older man looked at me with a pitiful countenance. “Sorry, but you were badly injured when I came to you that I thought you were already dead. I could not do anything to save the child inside you.” As soon as I heard him say that, my whole world fell. “No. You are lyin
The legend says that if a gray werewolf’s fur turns blood red, that wolf is filled with rage and vengeance. There is no light in its heart, and it will continue its despair and loneliness for the rest of its life.~~~~~ The storm that night was so strong, yet it was not enough to wash away the blood on the ground. Despite the continuous falling of the rain, the moon shone brightly above. But it was not displaying its usual calming illumination — it was bleeding red. The faint screaming of death was heard all around the northern castle. Children could be heard crying and adults fighting for their lives. In one of the castle hallways, the northern alpha could be seen running while carrying a lady in his arms. Several older and younger werewolves were also following him. “Bring the lady to safety,” he told one of his subordinate wolves. “I will return to the field to eliminate the enemies.”
Esmere POV Three years ago… “The alpha is coming back!” Cecilia, the head maiden in the northern castle, dashed through the door of my room. “Madam, the alpha is coming back.” I placed the book I was reading on the bed and gradually looked at her. “Is it real this time?” I asked with my voice filled with reluctance. The head maiden smiled at me and replied, “Yes. I believe it’s real this time.” A smile then appeared on my face. I could not hide it — I was so excited to meet the northern alpha again. The last time I saw him was six months ago. He went to another continent because of a territorial dispute. Werewolves invade weaker packs to strengthen their number. I offered to go with him, but he told me that the journey would be very tiring and that I should stay and wait for him to return. And so I did. I waited for him every sin
Esmere POV “His mate?” Ophelia blurted out in bewilderment. As expected, everyone was shocked upon hearing Aamon’s sudden revelation. His mate. His fated mate. Yes, everyone was astonished to hear such news, but no one could protest since Aamon’s words were the rules. “Stop talking about it in front of madam,” Cecilia warned Ophelia. We were in my room at that time. Upon arriving, Aamon told us that he and his mate were too tired and had to rest for the day; that’s why we were compelled to cancel the welcoming celebration and return to our regular activities. “But isn’t it ridiculous?” Ophelia continued despite Cecilia’s warning. “After being married to our madam for five years, he suddenly found his mate, and of all species, a human mate?” On the other hand, I was quiet the whole time — trying to process the situation. A