Arnold’s POV The elders and members of the court were all finally seated in the throne room for an emergency meeting and it was time to kick off the discourse that’d led to it being organized; the rogue killings that’d spread all over town for the last few days. Everyone was wearing sour and concerned expressions as though it’d been the theme of the day, but it was understandable because some persons in attendance had families that’d been affected by the killings and it was a sore topic for everyone. The gravity of the matter was huge enough to have brought my ailing father out of his chambers just so that he could also be in attendance, and usually, his presence didn't constitute much help because of how our opinions always clashed, but at this point, it didn't matter much to me because I desperately needed all the support I could get to finally mark the rogue killings as a thing of the past. The meeting finally kicked off when the royal court’s report was brought in on a scroll b

Hera’s POV The shivers I felt running through my bloodstream were triggered by a feeling of rage and fear that’d piled up after my embarrassing attempt to arouse Alpha Arnold. It was deathly frustrating that the rare opportunity had opened up for me to comfort him without Layla’s nauseating presence putting a dent in my plans and I’d fumbled it completely. All of the fear and rage that now ravaged me mercilessly stemmed from the fact that the bond I’d built with him seemed to be crumbling and there was nothing I could do about it. What’d set me apart from Layla despite his disgusting obsession with her was the fact that I had an unbreakable sexual bond with him, or so I thought, and now I couldn't even manage to get him in the mood. I was well aware of the fact that if Layla somehow took hold of him sexually like I had alongside how smitten he was with her, I’d completely lose him to her. I knew when to tune into my delusional beliefs that I’d have him no matter what, but if he beca

ETHANThere’d not been much to life that interested me since I’d become ridden with bloodlust, I was used to finding fulfillment in the bloodlust that burnt relentlessly within me and almost nothing else surpassed that feeling.Yet, there were a pair of golden eyes that’d replayed in my memories for over a decade that easily brought me a feeling of immense joy and peace, one that’d been a source of sustenance for me for all the years that I’d been holed up in the wilderness amongst wild beasts and rogues.Even now, my thoughts dwelt on those eyes as I recalled the first time I’d seen in her in the market square almost eleven years ago. She had an angelic beauty about her that I didn't think I’d ever come across before and after her, divinity and gracefulness shone around her as she carried herself happily around the market stalls with the most gorgeous smile on her face.That entrancing smile of hers had been etched in my memory to date even though we barely spent a minute in each othe

Layla’s POVI’d continued having bizarre flashes where my hair suddenly turned white or a few strands of white hair appeared in the midst of my golden locks. After the last huge scare I’d had when my hair and eyes had transformed briefly, I was more curious than bewildered whenever any odd appearances followed.My newfound ability to be somewhat unbothered by my random transformations was owing to two reasons; if I freaked out and passed out each time I noticed it, I’d send Nadia to her early grave with worry, and if I continued to allow fear to be the foremost emotion I felt whenever I saw it I’d never get to the bottom of why it kept recurring.Even now, I’d planted myself before my dressing mirror and I was leaning so far into it that I could’ve gotten trapped in the mirror if it was one of those magical ones. I was now genuinely curious about why my hair and eye colors were twitching and it’d happened a number of times as I peered into the mirror.It was always a brief change that

Arnold’s POVOver the last week, I’d come in contact with irritatingly gruesome sights that would've made anyone throw their guts up every single time, but somehow I’d had to endure it because I couldn't afford to appear weak and gutless when the entire kingdom was depending on me to restore peace or at least normalcy back to Crescent Valley.I’d just returned to the palace after my attention was demanded at another brutal murder scene in the villages, and just like all the other deaths I’d had to inspect, the picture of how horribly they were murdered had become etched in my memory alongside the others.This time around, the victims of the monster’s brutality were a group of young men that were gutted out and torn from limb to limb in the same way that the poor family that I and Layla met in the swamps were killed. As I remembered how there were brain splatters and flesh scattered around the area I began to feel heavily nauseated and repulsed by how the monster had chosen to brutalize