Semua Bab Shifted Fate: From Slave To Wolf Queen: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Lazarus De LoughreyThose clear blue eyes mirrored death; cold, calculating and filled with hatred as she drove the blade into my stomach. For a split second, anguish flashed in her eyes before being extinguish into embers of disdain.“Bellatrix.” I whispered as betrayal slowly devoured my insides.I relished in pain, finding solace mind-numbing agony it provides. But this time, I learned just how excruciating pain can feel. My soul was in ruins, Maddox roaring as he descended into a blackhole of despair.“Please don’t leave.” I begged through our mind-link, blood pooling in my mouth and I’ve never hated the metallic taste more than I did now. “Please don’t leave me.”I’ve never begged for anything; I’ve never needed anyone. Yet the thought of Bellatrix leaving me alone – it was pure torture.She smirked, yanking out the blade with malice dripping from her voice. “You’re pathetic.”Fire erupted from the wounds, searing my veins and numbing my senses until my heart exploded in agony. I

Bellatrix SinclairA lump formed in my throat, a heavy weight on my chest that made it difficult to breathe. The Rebel’s Creed members were ecstatic that the former leader’s daughter has become their new Lieutenant. No questions asked, only singing my praise because of past admiration towards my father.I didn’t know how to feel, all I knew was that this was once my dream and now I’m plagued with anxiety and endless questions upon the circumstances.I blame Lazarus, he shattered the dream of joining the resistance and opened my eyes to the bigger picture.Massaging my hand along my heart, simply thinking about him insights a deep ache in my soul, roots of yearning ripping it apart. The awakening of the bond has made it agonizing to even breathe without him. If I open my heart and mind, I’ll sink deeper into the blackhole of despair and this wasn’t the time.I joined for a reason, I followed Bjorn for a reason, I

Bellatrix SinclairIt’s been a week since I was appointed Lieutenant, The Rebel’s Creed members were ecstatic, some even challenging me in the box. Flying under the radar wasn’t an option when I’ve garnered their attention simply because of Bjorn. From my view, this seemed like a tactic to ensure that all eyes were focused on me, that my every move was being monitored.I saw articles and videos of what transpired at the ceremony, surprisingly the public was outraged by my disappearance, pleading for my return which was rather shocking. To their knowledge, I’m simply a human and yet they wanted me as Luna and Queen.Observing Bonnie as she practiced her marksmanship and I’m impressed by her growth, while her skills were at beginner level, one couldn’t deny the drastic change from someone who was more interested in materialistic things.Bjorn assigned me for testing of their new weaponry; I’ve slowly made my way down the list. Entering the chambers filled with all new weapons, no soul i

Bellatrix SinclairApprehension coiled tightly in my chest, something eerie crawling upon my flesh as I watched them prepare for the ambush that was taking place in two hours. If I even flinch at the death of wolves, Bjorn will pick on it and realize that I’m not on his side.Bjorn allowed me access outside the base and that was the only time I’d email Lazarus. I tried to keep them vague, not giving too much of my identity away in case the emails were discovered. However, I couldn’t help but warn Lazarus, urging him to shut-down the Central.It was a peaceful place in the Golden Kingdom, filled with children’s laughter and loving families. My conscious will never be clean, I’ve accepted that. However, I won’t stand by and let innocent people die – on both sides.Hence why Bjorn comes to my side. “You don’t need to go with them. As Lieutenant, your job isn’t to follow them onto the field.” He declared, something cynical in his voice when she says, “You lead, you don’t risk your life.”

Bellatrix SinclairMy breaths faltered, choking on each inhale as I fought to breathe past the panic. A fierce tremor tore through me, goosebumps breaking out upon my flesh as guilt consumed every fragment of my soul. I’m haunted by the dead bodies, the scene playing on a loop so vividly that I can recall the scent of death and destruction.The explosion that caused death of millions, the consequences resulting in the backfire of the weapons that killed hundreds.A sharp pain pierced my mind, like a knife digging into flesh. Of the sixty members that participated in this ambush, only twenty returned. They rejoiced upon our return, declaring the mission a success and affirming the crumbling of Golden Kingdom.Their joyous shouts and screams fell on deaf ears, everything sounded like I was underwater, drowning in a sea of dead bodies with the putrid scent of blood filling my nostrils. Bjorn told us not to mourn their deaths, emphasizing that their sac