EVANGELINE When we were in middle school, we used to play hide and seek with my Dad that had a unique twist. Dad had an incredible sense of hearing, so Mia and I had to come up with a clever way to communicate our hiding spot without him catching on. I began to take Mia's hand or leg, and carefully trace my finger on it, writing out a secret message. At first, it was difficult to decipher the symbols, but after a while, we got the hang of it and it became a breeze. I carefully drew imaginary lines on her palm, "How can we get information on our pack?" The demonic wolves had a very powerful hearing. Whatever we discussed might reach one of the ears lingering behind the cell walls. So it’d be safer if we communicated through a medium that would go unsuspected. She had a contemplative expression on her face as she cupped my cheeks in her hands and tenderly inscribed the name “Hera?” onto my skin with her fingertips. I nodded. She was the only one so far who had been friendly to us an

LUCIEN I found myself yearning to check on Evangeline, a desire too strong to deny. It was a falsehood that I was simply curious if she was hard at work. I longed to witness the sight of her as she erased the bloodstain from the wall. I knew it would be a sight to behold. When I stepped inside the mess hall, I stopped dead in my tracks, completely taken aback by the sight before me. She was kneeling on the floor in nothing but a black, flimsy lace bra, and her long arm was slowly wiping away the stain on the wall. Her gaze stayed fixed on her task while her hair was pulled up, exposing the silky column of her neck. My heart raced as a wave of heat surged through my veins. Despite her submissive stance, she looked as though she called the shots in here. Her presence was so powerful, it was as if the entire hall was illuminated by her radiance. I heard her humming something as she washed the wall with the shirt she wore when I left her in this room, oblivious of my heated gaze on her.

EVANGELINEHera stepped out of her walk-in closet, holding some clothes in her hand, and cheered with delight. "Oh, look at her! She already likes you!" she exclaimed with a bright smile, her light green eyes twinkling.I hesitated, my heart pounding with fear as I gazed upon the King Cobra before me. Its long, slender body undulated as it hissed, its black eyes boring into me with a menacing intensity. I couldn't help but wonder if it held any animosity towards me, as its gaze seemed to linger just a bit too long. My mouth dry and my palms sweating, I nervously muttered "I don't know... does it really?"“Come here, baby. Don’t disturb her,” Hera cooed and fearlessly gathered the King Cobra in her arms, wrapping it around her body like a scarf, as if she knew that it would not hurt her. She handed me two tops with a smile and said, "Here. You can choose whichever you like. I hope you'll like them." Her eyes glowed with confidence and admiration as she looked at the snake in her arms.

EVANGELINE“Where are we going?” I asked. “The place where I can dig your graves,” Lucien retorted. “I thought you said you wanted us alive.” He uttered the words, "I can change my mind whenever I want", and I let out an exasperated sigh, feeling the heavy manacles on my wrists and neck. I could sense Lucien's eyes on me, and when I glanced in his direction, he quickly averted his gaze.“Are they too tight?” He asked the question suddenly and I stared at him in astonishment, taken aback that he was even concerned about the metal bonds that kept me in captivity. I had expected indifference, or maybe even mockery, but instead he seemed to be genuinely concerned about my comfort.My skin prickled as I felt the cold iron of the manacles against my wrists. The metal dug into my skin, sending an agonizing pain through my body, yet I refused to show any sign of my discomfort. A deep sigh escaped his lips, stirring the stagnant air around us.I let out a gasp of shock as I felt his warm ha

EVANGELINEOnce I returned to the pack house, Mia and I was dragged back to the dungeon and the atmosphere between us was thick with tension. Mia gave me a withering glare, and I felt the stifling sensation of the air constricting around me. Her arms were crossed firmly across her chest, and the shame that weighed on me was like a coarse blanket, leaving me feeling rigid and unable to look her in the eye.“I—” "Seriously Eva?" She began, her voice was shrill, seemingly unconcerned if anyone outside heard our conversation. "I'm not trying to pass judgment, you know I'm not like that. I get that he's attractive, but is it worth sacrificing your self-respect?" Her words cut like a knife, her tone harsh.I pursed my lips, feeling the sting of shame, regret, and uncertainty. She had been right all along, and I realized that it had not been a mistake that the kiss had happened. I had been as much a participant in it as he had, and when he pulled away, my senses came back to me. Rather than