[Amor’s POV] She confessed so easily? I didn’t expect her to. I thought she might show another tantrum, and this time, people would actually believe her because she tried to kill herself. “See mother. She confessed. Do you understand now that I am not at fault? It was her acting all along…” Mother peered at me with slightly widened eyes, as if she was shocked by something. Was it because of her confession? “Isolation…” she said in a calm voice. Lucella glared at me and left. The maids followed her. Mother closed the door from inside. “I understand son, I understand now. Completely. It is not your fault…” “Exactly. She is also like Dawn Blaze. Women like her…” “It’s all my fault.” Mother said. I stopped speaking and looked at her, confused. “From the beginning till the end, it’s my fault.” “What are you saying, mother? She clearly confessed…” “There must be some fault in my parenting. In the way I brought you up…” “Mother… why are you blaming yourself…” “That was not a conf

[Amor’s POV] “Well. It’s some kind of traditional pre-marriage journey. The alpha and his to-be luna of the Aurora pack have to take this journey before the marriage. I don’t know why such a ridiculous ritual was made…” I shrugged, looking at Zeve. She looked intrigued, so I continued. “Mother says it creates better bonding between partners when they face the world and life together. They get to understand and know each other on a deeper level. But all this is some ridiculous myth considering what happened to her. But since they have followed it for ages, and even though I know it is nothing but stupidity, who am I to go against it? Honestly, I was going to go against it, but when my mother said she wouldn’t attest to this marriage, I understood what she meant. She wouldn’t attest to it until it was done with complete rituals.” “Why travel like commoners? Wouldn’t it be easy to travel faster with your the greatest alpha of all time title?” “Greatest alpha of all time? Who gave me

[Zeve’s POV] My heats were the worst period of my life. They happened every three months and brought with them insatiable urges. Fighting those urges, this body, and its desires all alone made it the worst. Because even though I had a person I could call my lover, I never had his company during these times. Once again, Chaz was all over my mind. Even though I knew he was dead and no matter how many times I called him — confessed to him — he wouldn’t come. I was twenty-two years old and had several heats after I became reproductively mature, but Chaz never touched me. We kissed twice. That, too, was superficial, as if he was forced to kiss me. But I didn’t understand why he tried to distance himself from me when he was the one who confessed to me. I had bottled up my feelings and understood that he was beyond my reach. But he gave me hope and then took it away. Why? Yesterday was my second day and my scent was the strongest. Maybe that was the reason Amor acted like that. Just th

[Zeve’s POV] I stared at the only horse standing at the back door of the inn. “We are running low on budget, so we have to share a horse, is it ok?” Amor said, hanging my backpack on the carrier hook of that horse. Huh! Why was he asking me? He would do what he wanted to. My opinions never mattered and would never matter to anyone. I peered at the ground and he became silent again. I glanced at him, and he was peering at me again. What exactly is wrong with this man? “It’s lovely when you don’t speak, trust me. A good girl doing everything she is told,” he said with the fakest smile I had ever seen. I rolled my eyes. His face turned impassive in less than a second. “Your obedience — it’s pissing me off. Kindly get back to your I-am-your-death self.” “Why? So that you can call her a whore, humiliate her and rip off her clothes in front of everyone, question her character when you barely knew her for a day or two? No thanks. I neither have the energy nor motivation to go through

[Zeve’s POV] Those whimpers were like whispers of too many people crying at the same time. It brought back my memories from childhood when I was a kid. I used to hear such echoing whimpers of several people constantly. Along with those memories, those whimpers brought an ache in my chest, too. I looked at my wavy reflection in the lake and smiled. I had been the only one beside me all this time and I will be the only one for me until I die. I had gone through a lot of things on my own and it wouldn’t change in the future. My tears disturbed my reflection in the lake. But sometimes I really wished to have a company. Because it was scary. I drew in a deep breath and hugged myself, squatting at the edge of the lake. I buried my face in my arms, wrapped around my knees. This position had become my only escape from the reality. I didn’t know why, but the few days I spent with Amor’s family flashed in front of my eyes — their images, their warmth, their words, their laughter. The sca