Semua Bab Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen: Bab 121 - Bab 130

Bellatrix SinclairMy eyes fly to Lila’s, a mixture of fascination and confusion marring our expressions. “He must have shown you.” She interpretated.Shaking my head, utterly astonished by such a revelation of their existence. “He never told me anything.” The corners of my mouth quirked up into a half-smile, “Prince Thalion is filled with surprises.”From this distance, the fairy was merely a floating orb of white light in his hand. Lila pursed her lips, deep in thought. “Do you think he carried her in his pocket this entire time?”I grimaced, “That would be weird and unbefitting of a Prince.”“Indeed.” Prince Thalion’s voice interrupted, steeling our spine under his attention and pressing my lips together to suppress my embarrassment. “Rosie was brought here today, and she prefers to sleep all day so I’m actually disrupting her routine.”He peers down at the fairy with a radiant smile. “I’m grateful for your assistance today, Rosie, I know it must be hard.”Her response wasn’t in wo

Bellatrix SinclairI frowned, tilting my head and studying them, rather perplexed by the ordeal. “I don’t get it; it’s been four days and Lazarus let Thalion stay here. He doesn’t even like him.”Karina hummed, “King Lazarus even asked that I take good care of Prince Thalion.”I jerked my head towards her, wide-eyed and flabbergasted. “Lazarus must be sick.”A crunching sound warped around us, distorting the silence we were using to conceal our appearances. We turn our heads, discovering Lila munching on a bag of chips, “Why is that a bad thing?” She asked.“Shh.” Karina and I say in unison, “Can’t you see we are trying to hide.”Lila’s eyes widened, “Oh.” she crouches down next to us, and we collectively watch the scene unfold. “Why are we watching them eat?”“Because Lazarus prefers to eat breakfast alo

Lazarus De Loughrey“Bellatrix Sinclair does show promise,” One of the members mused. “Too bad she’s a human.” He laughed tauntingly. “She’s perfect as a slave though.”I squeezed my fists behind my back, rage boiling in my chest and spreading like wildfire in my veins. They continued to ridicule Bellatrix, purposely getting under my skin to garner a reaction and decipher my true emotions for her. Another part was simply because they were assholes with no lives.“Those knives she invented, tiger claws? That was impressive, we should use it.” She giggled manically. “We should imprison her; I want to see what other stuff she can make.”A sharp metallic taste pooled on my tongue, swallowing my frustration. I fucking hated coming here, these meeting with The Syndicate were becoming too frequent since the competition. They slandered her name, destroying her character and emphasized that she was worthless in the test of time.They were cowards, hiding in the shadows. They would happily slau

Bellatrix SinclairThe gown was utterly breathtaking, a marvelous blend of darkness against the starry night. Blinking rapidly, unable to accept that it was me in the mirror. A deep onyx colour that reminded me of Lazarus, shimmering a midnight blue under the light. Intricate silver embroidery along the bodice, delicate vines dancing along the sweetheart neckline, mesh material that wrapped around my collarbones and climbed to my neck.Sheer long sleeves and ruffled layered skirts that flowed like the ocean waves, shifting from translucent to utter darkness and similar detailing of silver embroidery along the edges. Even the slightest movement had the dress moving like a subtle breeze in the night.My heart fluttered when the door opened, a spike in my pulse as our eyes locked through the mirror. Lazarus doesn’t move, remaining like a statue for what seemed like hours. He emulated royalty in a three-piece suit, so handsome and lethal, a poison I’d wi

Bellatrix SinclairThe pain was excruciating, piercing every nerve and pulling tautly until they tore like threads. My pulse roared in my ears, fire spreading through my veins and burning me from the inside. He sank his fangs deeper into my flesh and a raw scream ripped from my throat, unrelenting pain hitting me like bolt of lightning, vicious in its intensity.I jerked my leg frantically, desperate to drive my heel into his foot before he tore a chunk of flesh from my neck. Choking on the intensity of his vice grip, a pounding in my head as I was tethering the edge of death in a few seconds.Jabbing my heel into his foot with all my strength. No thoughts – just the raw need to escape. His fangs detach, a hissed cry slipping from his bloody lips before he released me.I gasped, struggling to breathe past the agony constricting my chest. My feet tremble as I try to run, each step slower than the last. Blood coats my fingers as I clutch my neck, pain flaring with every pulse.Thomas sn