Aralyn’s POV ***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence and emotional abuse “Good morning, sunshine”, I heard a voice in close proximity before I felt water spill on me from a barrel. Silver shackles on my wrists and ankles were biting my skin viciously already. Water mixed with what smelled like wolfsbane made every inch of my tormented body sizzle and burn. The pain was unbearable. His minions laughed sinisterly. Then Marcellus came closer and grabbed my hair in a movement that felt like he was about to rip my scalp off. That tug forced me to lift my head and look straight into his face. And fuck, did he look good-that, crazy voice in my head again. What’s going on with me? I should have been mortified by the Satan that was holding my scalp in a gut-wrenching grip. Instead, I was looking at a few messy, stubborn, auburn locks which faded to a warm honey shade on their ends while they ran away from his neatly styled hair and formed almost a halo around his strong an
Aralyn’s POV ***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence and emotional abuse. I have the same nightmare again. It was about her. Mother. Oh Goddess, how I miss her. This nightmare seems to just be on repeat, over and over again. Every time I close my eyes, it becomes more vivid. This started to happen since I was in Wengarthria. In my nightmare, I see the fight between my parents and the moment when my… Malleteagan…rips my mother's head off and pulls her heart out. I see him eating her heart, looking at me. Then, his face morphs into Marcellus. I am trying to run away, but I can’t make it this time. He catches me, and we are in Wengartria again. His beasts torture me again in that cell. Then he stomps over me and starts to rip my limbs from my body. Finally, he decapitates me and rips my heart out. Then I hear those curse words and wake up. This happens over and over again every time as if I were in some endless Groundhog Day hell-loop. I am afraid to slee
Aralyn’s POV ***Triggering content: scenes of physical and emotional abuse Travelling from the white room to wherever the dungeons were was not long. I squinted to adapt to the darkness of that bloody dungeon. My hands were tied behind my back. I was in a kneeling position with legs as well tied around my ankles. Marcellus was just in front of my face. While he looked straight into my eyes with his now obsidian pits, which replaced his steely grey eyes, shivers went down my spine. With a dreadfully low and calm voice, he asked me: “Will you eat?” He emphasised every word with his eerily quiet voice, and his luscious mint scent wafted to me. I felt sweat protruding to my skin along with primaeval and raw fear of him. My anxiety and fear of the devil before me, coupled with a sore and dry throat, rendered me unable to form a sound. I looked at him, trying to open my mouth to form a word, but I couldn’t. He furiously pivoted and side-kicked me directly to my barely recovered jaw, dis
Aralyn’s POV I woke up in that bloody white room again. Luckily, no one is around. But fuck my luck. I am strapped with silver shackles again. I looked at my hands, and apart from a few almost-healed bruises, I looked as if nothing had happened. Oh God, don’t tell me I was out for a few weeks again? I tried to move my jaw, and it worked amazingly, as though it wasn’t broken two times in the past few weeks. Is this the Lycan healing at work? I know I was a mushed mess of meat and broken bones when I was awake last time. I was lashed, scalding “soup” was poured down my throat, my whipped body was dipped in wolfsbane, and then I was beaten to the pulp when I was conscious last time. Now, my body looks as though I was on a spa holiday. Whatever, as long as I am alive and healthy, and as long as I can find a way to get myself lost from this fucking mess. I remember hearing Sentaya’s voice when I was out, but I can’t remember what she said. If I manage to get myself out of here, I will go
Naevres POV“Fuck! No! Bitch!” I screamed after her. I stupidly believed her. I could feel unknown magic before hearing the brief commotion and those very words: “Fuck you, Marcellus, fuck you, Wengarthria. See you never again.” The bitch fucked me up. I believed her, and she signed my death sentence without even thinking of the consequences of what will happen to those who stayed here after her escape. Marcellus will have my balls fried for this. He had acted overly strange since she was dropped off in the dungeons weeks ago. He was babbling about unresolved childhood issues and vendetta occasionally when someone mentioned her. Still, I felt like there was way more behind this. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something is fishy here. Well, either way, I am dead meat.What a fuck am I going to do now? Shall I try to escape too? Fuck no, with his abilities, Marcellus would find me in one breath, and when he would, I would be in an even more fucked up position than I already am.“
Aralyn’s POV “I am Nethanaiah of Charterwallis, one of the elder mages of the land of faes. I mean no harm, especially not to the daughter of Malleteagan and Larissa,” she said, watching me with bright citrine eyes. Her eyes sparkled like the eyes of an owl on this gloomy night. Platinum blonde hair falling on her shoulders carelessly made her look angelic.“How do you know who I am? Where am I?”“I can smell your father's magic blood running through your veins,” she said, and I cringed. “I can also smell your Lycan, powerful, primaeval and of the royal bloodline, sitting in the pits of your mind waiting to awake for the first time. She will be awakened tonight. So, to answer your question, it is not hard to put two and two together, Aralyn, especially when you are an ancient, almost primordial mage like I am. In these many centuries that passed by, I have seen it all. There are not many stones that I have left unturned and not many things that I haven’t seen. There are no many thin
Aralyn POV I woke up in a charming little cottage near the lake where Merlius beat the shit out of me. I have heard Merlius and Nethanaiah trying to whisper in the distance. Probably to not wake me up. “You have to control your Lycan, Merlius. You could have killed her. I thought you could help her understand her Lycan side as I cannot help her with that, but now I am not so sure anymore. You cannot control even your own Lycan. How will you be able to help her then?” she scolded, and he hung his head low, eye cast down as a little boy who was embarrassed after being scolded by his parents. They were sweet.“Sorry, sweets”, he sighed and kissed her forehead. ”look, I went out of my mind when I sensed your scent on her, and she did not smell like a rogue but did not smell as if she belonged to a pack either. And then your scent all over her was enough to make my Lycan go bat-shit crazy….” he sighed and continued. “I did not even register that this was the scent of a female Lycan and no
Marcellus POV ***Trigger Warning: scenes of physical violence I barely got rid of that pesky whore Noosha and the pestering nags of my father. He is absolutely ruled over by that whore. I scoffed and rolled my eyes whilst dashing through corridors to get to the bloody room. Naevres will beg for death because of this, that stupid, incompetent fucker. I came into the room. It still smelled like lilies of the valley, hyacinths and roses. This minx had such a unique and potent scent, so mouthwatering and mesmerising. Speaking of little bitch, why did I feel that I was hurting more than her each time when I inflicted pain on her? Each fucking lash on her body ached worse than it would if it was inflicted on my own body. It appeared as if I was reliving every second of her misery and pain when my boys tortured her. Forget about it. Focus. I came to my senses and saw the idiot sitting on the chair next to the bed, hands tucked in the head, elbows on slightly spread legs, and he was rock