All Chapters of EMBERS OF REVENGE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Hope's POVA frigid substance drenched my entire frame, yanking me from the clutches of darkness. I gasped awake, my eyes fluttering open as my skin tightened due to the drastic shift in temperature. My eyes burned harshly as the light from the single bulb swaying carelessly above, invaded it.I winced in pain as the water seeped into my eyes, causing me to blink rapidly to wad the feeling. A stinging feeling rode up my arm as I flexed my wrist to try and rid myself from the entrapment. I rocked back and forth but the stinging sensation ravished my torso and my feet.When my eyes didn't hurt as much, I squinted through my eyelids, getting accustomed to the lighting: my hands were tethered with chaffing ropes to the arms of the chair, round my midsection and my feet. My heart raced in my constricting chest as the cold seeped into my skin. It felt almost impossible to breathe and the more I forced the air through my nose, the more I felt it clog.My eyes focused on the room, but I could

Hope’s POVI stared as hard as I could through the dim lighting into the mask of the man in front of me, I needed to know if he was joking or serious about what he had just said. He shouldn’t even be saying such out-loud, no matter how upset anyone was about the rulership, speaking ill about them was tantamount to treason, but I had a feeling that this man didn’t care.“Ki-kill the Alpha?” The words stumbled out of my mouth, it didn’t make sense, what had he done?“Yes, and you will help me.”He had done a lot, I know for sure but…was it even sensible for me to feel some sort of pity for him or some sadness for the fact that this man wanted to kill him? The same man that had pronounced that I should be killed without the opportunity of a fair trial? A trial that they had conducted without hearing my side of the story?The father to a son who hated me with so much passion? I wanted nothing more than to punish him, to make him feel what I had felt all those years ago when I lost my fath

Hope's Pov “It should have worked by now,” the masked man pulled the gloves from his hands revealing the watch he had on. He stared at it for a bit before covering it once more.“What are you talking about?” I asked quickly. My body was starting to hurt again from the position I was sitting in and the rope was chaffing my wrists and my forearms.“The big man upstairs, the drink should have worked by now,” he pointed to the ceiling above and I followed his finger. All I saw was dirt covered ceiling and viscid webs from crawling insects. Who was upstairs? He was speaking in parables that got me so lost. I swallowed as my eyes followed the cracks on the ceiling and fell toward him again.“Who is upstairs?” I choked on my question, afraid that my life was slowly coming to an end. The knife still stuck out from his pocket, a silent warning that anything could go awfully wrong at any point.“You don't know?”Was he seriously asking me after he threw me into the trunk of car like some pie

Hope's POV“Hey! You can't leave me in here!”I shouted at the receding footsteps of the man as he left, the echoes of the steps began to fade into the shadows of the room, leaving the feeling of fear once more.“Fuck!” My voice bounced off the walls, so did the thumps from the men above.I yelled, searching the entire room for some sort of exit, I had done this before,but maybe I had missed something. My eyes could only see as far as the bulb stretched and that wasn't far enough.I began to pant as the shuffle above became slightly more audible. They were coming fast and I needed to be out of here. I wiggled in my seat and shuffled the ropes binding my wrist tightly together.The friction tore the skin on my wrist causing me to wince at the sharp pain that raked my entire arm, but I couldn't stop. If I did, they would find me and God knows what they would do to me.I couldn't just sit here and wait for them to capture me again, throw me into that dingy cell and wait for the biased le

Hope's POV I stood, frozen on top of his body, the knife still clutched tightly in my hand. My eyes slowly moved toward the corpse and back to Orion and at once I realized what this looked like. The knife slipped from my bloody hands as Orion staggered in. His eyes weren't fixed on me but on his father's paling body. It was like I was no longer in the room with him. I couldn't even speak, the words I yearned to say were clogged in my throat like some wicked phlegm. I slowly scrambled from the bed toward the floor as Orion approached it. His hands were outstretched like he was walking in the dark, and his eyes held a foreign look that I couldn't tell from here. He fell to his knees by the bed and his hands grasped his father's hand. “Dad?” He called out and for the first time, I could hear the voice of the boy who was my best friend all those years ago. It was soft and broken, and my heart ached. It ached to comfort him, I wanted to wrap my arms around his shoulders and tell h