An hour later, I stood at the border of the pack I once lived in, leaning down on my knees, panting heavily. I stayed there for about five minutes, waiting to catch my breath before heading into the pack. Thankfully there were no guards at the border, well that was quite strange and a bit risky for them though. I found my way into the familiar streets, heading to my father's house. Nothing changed since I left, just the same quiet place. I ignored the stares of the passers-by, who recognized me, and kept my head up high. In a few minutes, I was standing on the porch of the house I once called home. I pressed my lips together, trying to suppress the emotional feeling rising in me. I took a step to the door and placed a knock on it moving back. I heard footsteps approaching before the door went open and Rowena, my step-sister, stood by the door staring up at me in shock. "What are you doing here?" She asked, pushing all expressions on her face away, probably trying to pretend she wasn't

It took about an hour before Damien finally returns to the room, he goes straight to the table, picks up a key and walks over to me, undoing the handcuffs. I flexed my arms immediately, rubbing my palm over my wrists as the numbness began to disappear very slowly. There were red marks around my wrists, probably from pulling my hands too much trying to release myself.Damien crouched down before me, kneeling on one knee and gently held my right hand, massaging the wrists carefully. He was being affectionate even though he was the one who caused it, I looked away feeling slightly annoyed."You mad at me?" He asked with a glance at me, before looking back at my wrist. I don't reply, taking my gaze around the room, looking for something else to focus on and not his face. When I didn't reply, he moved on to my left wrist repeating the process again. "You made me do that, you know?""You did not have to cuff me to the bed. It's disrespectful." His eyes widened when I replied but he shrugged

A few minutes after the coronation, Damien introduced me to a few very important guests whom I already forgot all their names, not like I’d see every day to have a chit-chat with though. As soon as he was done, I left him, walking through the crowds, and responding to a few greetings. There was something very important I’d been wishing to do and this was just the right time, the right time to put some people in their places. I walked into the foyer, heading to the kitchen where I guessed she’d definitely be. Just like I expected she was standing in the kitchen, munching on a piece of chicken while some maids stood beside her, their faces scrunched in disgust.“Nina.” She flinched when I called, stepping into the big kitchen. She cleaned her lips with a towel before focusing all her attention on me, though a big scowl on her face, as usual.“Bella, what do you want?” It's surprising she still doesn’t show any respect towards me, even after knowing I’d be her Luna and could make her dis

"The night my father died, was the eve of their wedding anniversary. A seventh anniversary. I did not care much though, it was their celebration not mine and then I was least interested in things like that. It was supposed to be like every normal night, sleep and wake up to the next day, same old routine. But I had this weird feeling, more like fear. I couldn't figure out why, I mean Damien never gets afraid, what could it be?" He looked down at his hands, letting out a humourless chuckle."So I decided to go meet my father, tell him about the weird situation. But what I saw that night was one I'd never forget even if I'm granted a next life. Standing by the door I watched as mother plunged the dagger into his chest repeatedly, blood spluttering on her face but she was the least worried, with an evil smile on her face I knew that was very intentional even though I tried to convince myself it was a mistake." I heaved out a shaky breath, staring into his eyes which were quite glossy. "M

In a few minutes we arrived back at the pack house and I stepped out of the car, heading to the building in hurried steps. My brows knitted in confusion when I stepped into the empty living room, not even one of the workers sighted around. Shrugging it off, I headed up the stairs into the hallway.Heather and Taylor stood at the door of Bella's room, chattering noisily."What are you too doing here?" Heather flinched and turned around to face me, placing her hands on her chest in relief."Nothing!" She answered very sharply, crossing her hands behind her.I could easily sense she was hiding something, where's Bella by the way? "What is it, Heather?" She stood a step back when I took one, glancing at the door before staring up at me."Erm, nothing happened! Absolutely nothing! Everybody's fine!" Her voice came out as a yell this time around though and forcefully straightened her shoulders, staring up at me wide eyed.I walked past her to the door, trying to open the door which was lock