Kiara: The next time I open my eyes, the first thing I notice is my decaying arm. That’s the power of Argentum. It’s not just any stake, but the most dreaded stake by werewolves. I might wonder how Zane got a hold of it, but he loathes wolves and hunts them down. Even with the pain I’m going through, I get out of bed. This is when I note my environment. This isn’t the dungeon or the mansion, because the bed is rather small, and the furniture looks old and weird. “You are awake.” His voice sends chills down my spine. I shoot him a glance, and then back to my decaying arm, which hurts as much as a thousand bricks being placed on my body. “Contrary to what you wanted, well I am,” I say to him, and a frown etches his face, which I don’t care about. He stares at my hand weirdly before he walks away, slamming the door. At this moment, I don’t have the strength to fight because I’m barely standing on my feet. Everything hurts and my legs are wobbly. I try to reach for the door, but h

Zane: This is probably the hundredth time I complain about hating myself ever since Kiara walks into my life, but truthfully, I do. I hate to see her in pain because I share her pain. Having to pretend I’m not in pain the whole day is the worst thing I ever do. Now I need comfort and all I can do is drown myself with a bottle of whisky. Normally, it would have worked, but it feels like my soul is detached from my body. “There is more to what you see on the surface and I warned you, but you wouldn’t listen. Werewolves aren’t humans and you shouldn’t joke with a lot. We have hurt Kiara and Bailey, and…” “Oh, shut up!” I groan at my wolf, gulping down the entire content which burns my throat. I try to act like I’m fine in this club filled with people, but I’m not. “You know what? I need a good girl,” I say to my wolf, standing up from the bar stool. I look around the bar through the neon lights that glow. There are many women in it, but none of them is Kiara and at the moment, she

Kiara:I gulp when I hear him say that. How could he want to lock me up in this place forever? This is beyond cruel.“Why don’t you just kill me for real?” I question, and he chuckles.“What fun would that be? I’ve kept you this far and every single moment, I come up with ideas on how we can keep having fun,” he says, and I scoff.He caresses my cheek gently while I stare at him, wishing I could chop his hand off.“Where is Ariana?” I ask.“On a brief trip to the airport with my men, and the loving doctor who helped you. Did I tell you I’m a philanthropist and he will be getting a room at the mansion?”The sarcasm in his voice is irritating.“Yes, if that’s another word for murderer,” I say to him, and he laughs.“I like your sense of humor, but that will get you nowhere, my love,” he says, tapping my nose gently before standing up.“Even if I tried to be nice, you do not deserve it. I hate you and the day you die will be my happiest,” I spit.“Everyone has what they wish for. Like me,