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ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY FOUR
Zaramanni had often wondered what the rooms on the other side of the manor were like. So, with seriousness, she took in the interior of the grand fireplace room they were in, and she found that the space was more beautiful than her room.Coupled with the delightful use of reddish-brown wood that created architectural magic, the plain walls, heavily patterned drapes, and growing warmth made the space more comfortable to look at and be in.“Here,” Clarissa said, her hand stretching a ceramic cup in Zara’s way, the steam emitting from the object making Zaramanni curious about the content of the cup. Bracing her lips for the slight torture that it was about to face, Zaramanni surfaced her nostrils above the steam and noted the sweet smell the liquid was giving. If her guess was right, it smelled almost like the strawberry tea her Granny took four times a week. Soon, the heated liquid went down her throat in small sips, the burning sensation dying before the drink could reach the back of
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY FIVE
Ensuring that her slender figure was still covering Isaac, Zaramanni wore a deep scowl in reaction to Lord Elias’s unbelievable words. Then, with a certain thickening in her voice, she asked, “What do you mean by that?”“Zaramanni, are you questioning me?” “I think I have to, considering the ridiculous statement you just made.”Lord Elias’s brows went up a notch. He was about to take a sharp breath that would precede a loud utterance, but he stopped himself. His right hand gave a dismissive wave and he faced the guard on his side who was boldly wearing a wolf-head necklace. “I have no time to deal with her, get her out of the way and bring me the young wolf.”A curt nod from the long-haired man and he began to strut toward Isaac who Zaramanni was still blocking from prying hands.“Not a step forward,” Zara ordered the he-wolf who was also wearing arm splints with purple wolf marks, an indication that he was of the gamma rank, one of the elite guards. “Not a single step forward,” she
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY SIX
The day of the highly esteemed party arrived sooner than Zaramann expected. While she wished to gather more mental strength to help her deal with being within a crowd, Zara found something else distracting her.As she settled into the passenger seat of the weremobile that was meant to take her and Clarissa to Zenrada’s palace, Zaramanni found herself raking her fingers through her newly cut hair.The moment Clarissa cut off a huge chunk of her hair was something Zara was yet to forget. Though she felt a slight ache in her head when the enormous scissors met her hair, the few seconds that followed greatly soothed Zaramanni’s soul.And things got better when she opened her eyes. Her hair, already shoulder-length and not haggardly cut, was no longer the shade of blue it was. As though watching something unbelievably miraculous, which they were, Zara and Clarissa kept their keen gazes on her hair as it began to curl on its own, wearing all the shades of colour it had worn before at the s
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN (1)
“Freaking amazing.” Clarissa clapped her hands loudly, her eyes twinkling as she watched Zaramanni twirl in her dress. “Absolutely amazing. I knew this dress was this one, but now that I see you in it…” A sharp breath and Clarissa moved closer to Zaramanni, her hands cupping the shoulders of her dress. “... I am more than certain that I did a great job.” The image in the mirror was strange to Zaramanni and that was because she was so beautiful. She had never seen herself looking that good. Before that moment, she never felt amazing about wearing clothes. What good were clothes if they failed to hide her uniqueness from prying eyes? That was what Zaramanni thought whenever her Granny tried to make her wear clothes that were fancier than her normal wear. But at that moment… Coupled with the shine in her hair and the unexpected glow on her skin, she was gorgeous. Zaramanni felt really, really good about herself. And Clarissa didn’t fail to share her excitement. But the she-wolf
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN (2)
Clarissa and Zaramanni sported bulged eyes as their eyes devoured the orange lights that filled the room. A chandelier hanging from a long chain, and the semi-circle-shaped tables that had exquisite chairs tucked into them, wore small bulbs of orange lights that made the room shine beautifully. But there was something about the chandelier. From afar, it looked as though it was flaming. It was a cool sight. Some people were already seated, and some were grooving to the vibrant music with bright smiles on their faces. Zaramanni, with a certain joy growing in her heart, took note of the many open windows in the large hall. Artistic stone arches formed the window frames, and the high apertures wore colourful ribbons that assisted the orange lights in making the room look more beautiful. “I don’t think the Alpha King will be coming today,” Clarissa said as she leaned closer to Zara’s ears. “Why?” “His seat is not here.” Zara’s lips scrunched while she followed Clarissa’s lin
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT
It was as though stones had been fixed into the soles of her feet. Zara’s eyes felt itchy in the worst way. Her throat became dry, and she found it hard to let something soothe the feeling. And, her heart hitched for a second, only to thud mercilessly after.Zaramanni then closed her eyes. Before she opened them, she prayed, with all her might, that the woman covered in blood, that the woman close to death's doorstep, was not Clarissa.But when she opened her eyes, her knees kissed the ground. Zara became numb and the noise around her became faint mumbles. As the feeling of lifelessness rested on her soul, Zaramanni placed her sight on Clarissa. That was all she could see anyway. The terrible state of the she-wolf’s body was in focus and Zara could not stop releasing thick, short breaths as she tried to fully process the moment.But it soon occurred to her that she would never be able to process it. The fact that Clarissa, who she was speaking to minutes ago, was maliciously sprawle
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FORTY NINE
Zara didn’t want to believe the guard’s response. She didn’t want the words she heard to be true, but as one of the men that were standing at attention moved closer to the heap in focus and opened the straw mat, a quivering breath escaped her lungs. Zaramanni began to feel constrictions in her throat and her heart bled with more sorrow. Her skin started feeling itchy and for a second, it looked as though she was about to approach the edge of insanity. As she desperately circled the skin of her neck with her shaky hands, she attempted scratching her arms to get rid of the crawling feeling on her skin, but her gown was a great hurdle. But it didn’t remain a hurdle for too long. The arms easily came off as she yanked at them, ripping sounds filled the tense atmosphere. With a grunt, she tossed the mutilated materials aside and began to scratch her itchy skin, her head periodically tilting to the side as her reddening eyes stayed glued on Isaac’s purplish face. But nothing she did to
ZARAMANNI PART TWO: CHAPTER FIFTY
When Zaramanni woke up from the slumber she wasn’t aware she fell into, she noted that she was not in her bed. Without opening her eyes, she could tell that much. And when she noted that the scent that surrounded her was not that of Beta Zoey’s, her eyes snapped open and she sat up. With caution tucked into her narrowed eyes, she scanned the aesthetic ceiling of the room. Then, she studied the enormous bed that she thought would conveniently take about ten slim people. When she looked ahead and studied the layout of the room, it occurred to her that she had come to that place before. She just didn't recall the details. When Zara got off the somewhat high bed, she noticed that she was dressed in one of Zoey’s shirts and that made her wonder if Zoey had another room in the manor. But then, Zaramanni could strongly sense that she was not in the manor. Unlike the rooms she had seen in the Crown-Blood Manor, that room was colourful, grandly exquisite and it was like a room meant for a K
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