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CHAPTER 31
A sharp, burning sensation in my throat and lungs woke me up. Snapping open my eyes, I found that the room was filled with a strong haze of smoke.
“Cassius! Wake up.” I called out in a panicked voice, shaking him up. “Our house is on fire.”
He sat up, blinking, and then rubbing his eyes. He looked so adorable in that daze, but there was no time to admire him. I grabbed his arm and led him out of the house at vampire speed. We had just moved into the courtyard when Boom! The house exploded; sending pieces of debris flying in all directions.
I spun around quickly, pushing him to the ground and covering him with my body. Pieces of cinder and rocks pelted my back, but I held on.
“Miraya, Cassius, Don’t just stay here. Come with me.” Alpha Azarel’s voice sounded as he helped me up and led us both further away.
My mouth hung open, and I gaped as the long tongue of flames flared brighter. There was another e
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At first, both Cassius and I were wary of Alpha Azarel but as time went by, we started trusting him more. Alpha Azarel told me more about the vampire kingdom, the Lycan king, his pack, and the witch covens. It was as thrilling as it was stupefying to know the ins and outs of the power structure in the supernatural world. Everyone was hanging on a thin thread of balance; each struggling to tip the other over the edge. We met several prominent members of the pack and talked to them. I even met a few alphas of other packs. He never stopped me from doing anything I wished. Just to test him, I tried to leave his pack’s territory with Cassius. He didn’t get riled up or flustered; instead, he offered to accompany me. That was the day he took me to meet the Lycan King. The Lycan Palace sprawled over hundreds of acres of land. Built in marble and red sandstone, it oozed elegance and grandeur. There was a large garden with an exquisite fountain in the fro
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“Where is that bitch? Is she still sleeping?” A harsh voice resounded in the background, piercing through the darkness surrounding me.“Yes, Alpha.” Another sickly sweet voice sounded, “Now that she is going to turn eighteen, she has sprouted wings. She thinks that a charming mate will appear magically and save her.”“Omega!” The harsh voice sounded again, this time louder with a tinge of controlled anger. “Come down this moment!”I groaned and tossed to my side, covering my ears. Why were they shouting so loudly? Another groan left my lips, followed by a whimper.“Omega! If you don’t come down in five seconds, I will kill you!” The voice held such vehemence that it shattered the darkness around, bringing forth flashes of memories.My eyes snapped open, and I sat up with a gasp. He was calling for me. I was the omega of this pack. The momentary effect of adrenaline ebbed a bit soon, and I was made aware of the bone-breaking ache that consumed my body. My entire body seemed to be burn
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He stood there like that for a few moments before approaching me slowly; his hands raised in the air, “Are you okay?” I pulled myself to a sitting posture and nodded. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he knelt beside me. He lifted my chin gently and gulped, “I am so sorry, Omega. I am sorry that I couldn’t do anything about this.”I shook my head and waved my hands, trying to tell him that this wasn’t his fault.“I am so silly, right?” His dejected voice sounded as he pulled out a small box from his pocket. “I am asking you if you are okay…. How can someone be fine in this hellhole?”He applied the medicine to my bruise; his fingers moving along my skin with a feathery movement. “It is all my fault, Omega. I should have helped you escape long back; maybe the first time Alpha Azarel laid his hand on you.”He cupped my face, his lips pressing into a thin line and his eyes brimming with guilt, “I am sorry that I couldn’t stand up for you….” His voice cracked with emotions as he continued,
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Alpha Azarel was the one who had held me captive; he was the one who killed my mate. He was the one I had been running from.My gaze drifted around the study. This was the same place Alpha Azarel and Victoria had abused time and again. My entire body broke out in a cold sweat and I started panting; overwhelmed by the sudden barrage of emotions and memories.My chest grew stuffy as all the air in my lungs got sucked out. I couldn’t stay here any longer. Scrambling to my feet, I zapped out of the house stopping only after I reached the meadow I frequented with Cassius.My steps faltered, and I came to an abrupt halt; my gaze drifting over the meadow restlessly. This place, this was the meadow next to Layman’s cliff. No wonder I felt a connection when I saw it for the first time.The moon shone brightly, bathing everything in a dim silvery glow. The chirping crickets, rustling grass, and screeching bats created a deep, dark symphony; a perfect reflection of my thoughts at the moment.I w
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“Alpha, what are we doing here?” I questioned in a puzzled voice; trotting to catch up with my father. Being the Alpha of the Moonmist Pack, he never went anywhere without sending a message. He continued walking without giving me a response; if anything his pace increased.“Wouldn’t it be rude to go unannounced so late in the night?” I couldn’t quell the urge to prod again.My second question was met with silence too. My father’s eyebrows twitched. He was getting annoyed but I had to find out what was going on.I ran a bit to catch up with him. Matching his pace, I urged, “Alpha, why won’t you tell me anything? Is there any reason we are going like this?”“You will find out the reason soon,” his reply was curt and conclusive. He wouldn’t tell me anything even if I kept nagging eternally. A sigh left his lips and I followed him silently.My father had always been like this; cryptic, mysterious. He expected me to follow his commands without question.I didn’t want to go against him eith
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Clank! The shell of the rifle dropped on the floor and a spurt of blood landed on Alpha’s face. She took a step back revealing the small hollow on her shoulder where the bullet had pierced through her.Alpha Azarel’s face turned pale and his body went limp. The automatic rifle slipped through his hand and landed on the floor with a thud.The girl pulled out a dagger from her belt and dug out the bullet, “I must say that this goes deep; how inconvenient.” She looked at the bullet with a condescending expression before throwing it away; the way you would if a small thorn had pricked you.She stood there, cocking her head to the side, rubbing her chin as if deep in thought. All of a sudden, her eyes flashed with a devilish glint, “I am getting bored of this play now. Shall we put an end to this?”It was shocking to see that the girl could talk so easily even after being shot. What was more, Alpha Azarel lowered his neck in submission; just like that.He was one of the most powerful Alpha
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“Wereheretic? What is that?”“She is a werewolf turned vampire who has magical abilities.”“You gotta be kidding me. How is that possible? To be turned into a vampire, you need to be bitten at least thrice. No werewolf can survive that kind of venom. She should have died the first time she was bitten.”“She should have but she didn’t. She comes from a rare witch lineage that made it possible for her to survive the venom despite being a werewolf.”“Fucking hell! Doesn’t that mean she is invincible?”“You are right. She is indeed invincible. Vampires, witches, and werewolves have been trying alike to kill her but she just doesn’t die.”He paused for a moment before holding my hand and leading me out of the house, “Come with me. We need to be somewhere.”He led me to what seemed like the ruins of an old mansion. The faded charred walls peeking out through overgrown vines indicated that it was burned to the ground; probably long ago.My gaze shifted from the ruins to my father to find tha
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One week later…My father and I arrived at the Lycan Palace. Stepping out of the coach, my father adjusted my collar, “This meeting is very confidential, Justin. There will be many high-profile guests and some of our rivals too. You must keep your temper under check. Don’t speak unless they address you specifically. You think you can manage that?”Drawing in a deep breath, I nodded, “Don’t worry, father. I will remain as cool as cucumber.”His eyes flashed with a warning, “This is your only chance, Justin. If you lose your cool, you will never get another opportunity to avenge your mother’s death.”My expression turned serious and I nodded, “You can trust me, father. I will proceed with utmost caution.”He pursed his lips and patted my back, “Very well then. Let us go inside.” He kept his hand on my shoulder as we walked inside. This gesture wasn’t driven by intimacy but fear; fear that I would break and start acting out at some crucial moment. His gaze drifted to mine restlessly ever
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