Semua Bab He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Bab 111 - Bab 119

Caeleen pov I paced the length of the chamber for what felt like the hundredth time that day. I was getting sick of this place. The walls were pressing down on me and I just wanted to get out of this scenery as I walked through the familiar halls, the walls seemed to close in, thick with the suffocating weight of house arrest. My chest tightened, every breath a labor, my stomach twisting in protest. I could feel anger gnawing at me. A moisture of rage and helplessness that I couldn’t expel.Suddenly I heard a knock on the front door. I was close to it and my head snapped toward the door, heart hammering. Who was it? My guard, loyal and had always been by my side opened it just enough for a figure to slip inside. My breath caught.“Helen?” I whispered, disbelief slicing through my fatigue.She smiled faintly, eyes glinting with that same spark I’d always admired, and stepped fully into the room. She moved with grace, yet there was an urgency about her, a silent acknowledgment of wh

Caeleen povThe preparations were simple, there was no fanfare, no unnecessary witnesses. I had chosen the chamber within the secret base for the ceremony. Its walls are lined with the dim light of lanterns flickering across the cold stone. It was a room that demanded attention, respect, and obedience, even from time itself.Helen stood opposite me, her dark hair loose, cascading over her shoulders, and her eyes fixed on mine. She wore a gown of muted silk no frills, no jewels, nothing to draw attention but the power in her presence. Every movement, every tilt of her head, reminded me why I had to secure her, why marrying her was no mere whim it was the next step in taking what was rightfully mine.I approached her slowly, letting my hand brush against hers. “Are you ready?” I asked. My voice carried the weight of command, of destiny, of plans long in the making.She nodded, silently, but her gaze was unwavering. I could see the understanding there, the acknowledgment that we were no

Caeleen pov I arrived at the old trading post just as dusk bled into the woods, shadows stretching like fingers across the ground. The place was quiet, abandoned, yet the walls of the wooden structure groaned faintly in the evening breeze. Perfect for a clandestine meeting no prying eyes, no witnesses.I arrived silently, letting my men stay hidden among the trees, just out of sight. Only Jalen remained by my side, alert but unassuming. Every instinct told me this could go either way: a parley or a trap.A figure appeared at the edge of the clearing. Greg. Alone, as he promised. I studied him carefully the way he moved, the tension in his shoulders, the cautious sweep of his eyes. He approached slowly, hands relaxed but ready, every step measured.“Caeleen,” he said, voice low, wary. “I received your message. I hope your intentions are clear.”I gave a slow smile, letting the shadow of my teeth flash in the fading light. “As clear as day, Greg. We’re here to discuss cooperation, noth

Nadia's pov We slowly made our way to the front porch of the safe house. The moonlight barely cut through the thick trees when we reached the old wooden cabin. The old wooden cabin was almost swallowed by vines and years of neglect and the building was already getting old but still stood strong. “This is one of the pack’s safe houses,” I told Elara, I said weakly. My arm still hurt like crazy and we needed to take care of this wound on my arm as soon as possible. During the skirmish I had narrowly escaped the claws of a werewolf that had lunged at me with intent to kill. Narrowly escaping with a deep scratch on my arm. Elara stared at the building with a concerned expression on her face. “You sure this is the place?” she asked as she helped me towards the front porch. “Yes, It borders the outskirts of our territory. I only learned about it when I was digging through the pack’s history and old layouts in the archives. Most people have forgotten it even exists.”Elara gave an unde

Nadia's pov The rations scraped dry down my throat, and with each swallow, the weight on my chest seemed to double. I felt the pain on my arm as my hand throbbed under the bandage, but the ache in my heart was heavier. I leaned back against the chair as I felt a wave of exhaustion.Elara was still chewing quietly, though her eyes weren’t on the food. They were on the door, sharp but alert. She stood there silently pacing around from time to time to look out the windows of the safe house checking to see if anyone was coming close to the safe house and she was at it for a while, restless. “You should rest,” I whispered with a hoarse voice. She turned to look at me as she shook her head. “Someone has to be on the lookout,” She whispered. I gave a faint, bitter smile. “If you keep at it, then we’ll both be exhausted at this rate. We can take turns being on the lookout.” I said to her but the truth was, I couldn’t keep my eyes open much longer. My body was demanding surrender, no matte