CHAPTER THIRTY–NINEAstrid was escorted through the gates by a pair of stern-faced guards. Her arms ached from being tightly gripped for the past two hours, and her legs throbbed with exhaustion as she stumbled over the uneven ground.Finally reaching the border, the guards released their hold on Astrid's arms, allowing her to rub the tender spots where their fingers had dug in. She winced at the pain but tried to hide her discomfort behind a stoic facade.As she caught her breath, one of the guards stepped forward, his voice gruff as he delivered a warning. "You are never to cross this border again. If you do, you'll be killed on sight."She didn't say a word, neither did she move a muscle. She couldn't care less about their threats. In fact, she was absolutely relived she was free from that kingdom. Honestly, whoever had framed her had just given her a blessing in disguise. She was free and could return back to her brother and the settlement. She was honestly ecstatic. “Do you un

As the thief turned back to look at the individual standing there. He ran out of the scene for his dear life and this surprised Asmeria. Was this a higher ranked thief? She thought. Was he going to beat her up now and kill her? She couldn't die like this. Not in their condition. “Are… are you going to kill me?” She asked and he looked at her with a stunned expression. “I don't have anything. He took it already.” “So because my aura made a thief flee, you see me as one too? I didn't expect you to be so judgemental when I first met you.” He said with a small smile. He was lavishly dressed in an expensive robe and she could tell he was wealthy, but what does he want from her? “The first time you met me?” Asmeria asked him with a raised brow. She didn't know if it was her weakness but she tried to search her memory for wherever she had met this stranger but nothing came up and all she felt was more headache and she forced herself to keep her eyes open. “I'm sorry, I can't remember you.

At home, she told her mother about the whole ordeal and how she was inclined towards wanting to go, but her only fear was whether or not she should take her children. Her mother was like they altogether were not going. That Reid and whatever was wrong with him could go to hell. Nyla tried to reason with her mother that she had to put sentiments aside and do this for her job. Her mother said Nyla could go if she wanted. But she wasn't going and neither were her grandchildren. Nyla then said that she didn't know how long she was going to be gone and she couldn't stay that far away from her mother and their children. She continued by saying that they would all be taken care of and they should just go. Her mother begrudgingly agreed. And Nyla was onboard with it as well. At home, she told her mother about the whole ordeal and how she was inclined towards wanting to go, but her only fear was whether or not she should take her children. Her mother was like they altogether were not goi

CHAPTER EIGHT “Why do I have to do that father?” Thorian asked with a frown. It was very obvious he was unsure of what to do. He would never go against his father when it comes to family matters but now, he was in the middle of something he had to do and something he couldn't do. “I don't want to reject her father. She is my mate and I don't want to go against anything the moon goddess as ordained.” Thorian said to his father who threw his head back in a wicked and mocking laughter. “Do you even think she would care if you got rid of this liar?” He asked but Thorian didn't say a word. “Asannah is so much better than her and she would bring so much good to you rather than that thing who is just playing a figurehead role.” Vanrad said. Asmeria was heartbroken by his words. She looked straight at Asannah who had the most sinister smile of pride on her face as she sat comfortably on her seat. “You said this the first time too when I realized Asmeria was my mate. Father, I don't want

I paced back and forth in my study, nearly at the verge of losing it. It had been three days since Brian's last call, and I still hadn't heard back from him. The pressure was nearly crippling. I needed answers, and I needed them soon. What was taking him so long? Had Nyla not agreed to it yet? And why had she not?I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the tension building behind my eyes.Just then, the door to my study creaked open, and my father stepped inside, his expression grave. "Reid, we need to talk." I stopped pacing and turned to face him, "What is it, father?"He crossed the room to stand beside me, "It's been three days since you came back, I was hoping you would have come to talk to me about the result.” "If you wanted to know what had happened, then why did you leave the dinner table that night? You should have stayed."“I had already seen the look of bad news on your face, Reid — and I wasn't in the mood to hear it then. You can't blame me, I've heard enough disappoi