203MondrianThe Grand Hall now turned war room buzzed with voices, many confident, some cautious, and a few in between throwing shade at every other word, yet none of them gave me what I truly needed to hear. I stood at the head of the table, surrounded by warriors, advisors, and a few elders who looked like they weren't sure of motion.“I see no reason why we have to fight a battle so beneath us,” An elder muttered, tapping the table with a knotted finger. “Violet pack has given us nothing but trouble from the beginning. I say we send their Alpha back with a few men and be done with it. There's no need to put the lives of our men in danger.”“How can you sit there and say that after all the Process Celene has done for this pack? Never mind her saving our king, what about the ceaseless efforts she'd put into fortifying the kingdom during the sleepless nights.” A female elder growled.“I didn't say we aren't grateful. That's why I suggested we give them a couple of soldiers and let t
202ChristoffI was in the middle of a meeting, with Vern my beta, and a few key warriors when she walked in. Dressed in a tight-fit dress that clung to her body leaving nothing to the imagination she strutted into the room like a queen basking in her people's admiration.She ignored the looks of my men, stepping further into the room until she dropped into one of the chairs as though it was her right.Pecan doesn't seem pressured by the look of disapproval shot at her, her bare shoulders, free of any tension.Her blood red lips tugged into a smile and her cat-like eye pinned on me, “Alpha Christoff, how goes the torture.” She drawled, placing her chin on her hands, “Having fun?”I signaled for the men to Escape us, and watched as they filed out of the room except for Vern, my Beta.“Fun?” I repeated, leaning back in my chair, my fingers toying with my staff's mantle, “You can say that again.” I chuckled, pinning her with a deliberate smile, “I guess I should thank you for a job well
201CelineChristoff screamed, raw and guttural as though in pain. He grabbed his head, his finger digging into the rotten flesh.“You are lying. I won't believe you. You are lying to me.” Then without any notice he rushed at me, grabbing at the edge of my gown, “ Fix me, why won't you fix me.”I blinked looking down on the raging man. “You’re pathetic.” I spat, “There's nothing to fix, but your character. Only when you repent of your evils will your face go back to its original.”Christoff's eyes widened, and he spat through gritted teeth, “I have done no evil. I am free of sin.”I stared at him squarely, “then you will remain this way. Your skin rotten till it consumes you.”Before I could finish my words, I felt a sharp sting on my cheeks, the force sent me sprawling to my knees.Christoff chuckled darkly, his eyes twinkling with amusement, “Not if I have anything to say about it.”I shuffled away from him, hating the way his eyes grazed through my body. He followed, slowly, coldl
200MondrianThe moment Celene went off the grid I felt it like a flower in bloom meeting hit the water, I felt the connection wither, slowly but surely until only a husk remained. A mind-splitting pain washed through me, setting my body and mind on fire.“Celene!”I panicked, a loud howl filled with sorrow and fear erupted from my lips.Screams erupted through the pack as my connection with the pack grew faint, and my pain filtered through the crack.Something was wrong, I could feel it, or more like I couldn't feel it. Ever since Celene had brought me back from the jaws of death, our souls had bonded, a part of her rested deep inside of me, and her a piece of me.But that feeling was slowly withering away and I didn't know why.Alex rushed towards me, his eyes filled with panic, he'd felt flashes of my pain, “Alpha what happened?”I don't bother to answer, already shifting into my human form, Igniting the sense of panic spreading through the pack.The pain of Celene's thinning bond
199CeleneI was having that dream again. The one where Mondrian died and Zara blamed it all on me. But this time was different. This time it wasn't Christoff standing over Mondrian, laughing, it was Pecan. With her vicious grin and cold gaze, she stood tall, Mondrian heart in her hand as she laughed.I flinched awake, and pain washed through my body, taking me by storm, every inch of me ached, and my head pounded loud and rhythmic drowning every sound until it wasn't.Then I heard them, voices. At first faint, like whispers barely audible amidst the pounding of my head, then they grew louder, sharper, making me flinch.The memory of everything that had happened came rushing to me, I stifled a groan forcing myself to be silent.I'd fucked up. I had let pecan get the best of me. Fallen into a trap that wasn't even worthy. Anger bubbled within me, but I forced it down, urging myself to listen, to survive.Pecan's sharp voice struck a nerve, although I couldn't see her I could hear the i
198CeleneThis was bad, very bad, heck it shouldn't be happening. How could I have been so stupid? To have fallen into a trap like this, on a full moon, the one night I couldn't use my powers.I almost wished this was a dream, then I would be able to wake myself up.How did I let pecan get the best of me, using the people I loved to get to me? How did she even get into the pack? With so many men too? I wondered, backing away from the men.“Stay back,” I growled, “I'm warning you. Either back down or die!”.Pecan cracked up, “Oh please, you are all bark no bite.”“Don't test me!” I threatened, “Who are these people Pecan? How did you get into the pack?”She crossed her arms, “Why? Are you thinking of stalling? Hoping Mondrain finds you?”I flinched, my plan unveiled, but I didn't let it show, “Answer me pecan.”I don't have to do anything!” She growled, her eyes cold, “Mondrian won't come to save you. He is long gone, probably enjoying his hunt. No one will save you.”“That's not t