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Eleanor's POV Look, I don't know why or what I'm doing this for. I know you are confused, but I'm just as confused as you are. You are making me change. And I don't seem to like the change. Darius mumbled some curse words I didn't seem to hear before he buried his face against the crook of my stiffened neck. Sleep eluded me. Unlike him who was already sleeping away, I was just too scared of closing my eyes and sleeping in the same bed as Darius. The dimly lit lamp in the room illuminated the room with light. It wasn't much, but it was enough to allow someone to see everything in the room. My eyes drifted to the double-door closet where I had placed my bag upon arrival. It was filled with clothes to the brim, clothes that didn't seem to belong to a man. And on top of the closet were shoes that also belonged to a woman. My curiosity was piqued—who had the clothes belonged to

Eleanor's POV He had done enough, and I had endured enough. I wanted my freedom back, and I was in one way or the other going to get it back. Morning soon arrived, and I hadn't even slept a wink. His presence in my room didn't make it feel any better. All through the night, I had thought about a million and one ways I was going to escape. But disappointingly, I found none. He had told me that he was leaving for the office, and I couldn't contain the happiness I had felt. This was my chance to escape, I thought. But he had ordered four of his packed warriors to stay right outside the house, sabotaging my plan of escaping. They would pop out of nowhere the moment I stuck out my head from the window, asking if I needed anything. I was not a thief, nor was I a criminal. So the thought of being heavily guarded madly infuriated me. I have heard stories and read books of how a knight would just pop

Darius POV I sighed again. Reclining back into my seat. Even if I didn't find it appealing that my rank had dropped, I still find it likable for the reason that it was going to give me enough time to sort my damned head out. Pathetic. I know I was pathetic. I was always drenched in cold sweat, but never in tears. In my nightmares, I would abruptly wake up acting like there was a ghost right in front of me. Now I have found the cure to this madness. But this cure, I didn't especially like it, even though I was not willing to let it go. She was making me weak. Using her to repulse my nightmares instead of using my own strength. This me, the weak me I was becoming—I didn't want it. I didn't like it. I wanted my old self back, the wicked, immune, and soulless man. I had always been the shell that protected that side of me. It was broken, and I planned on getting it back and fi

Darius's POV I fixated my eyes on the woods in the lobby, looking at nothing in particular, until my eyes became unfocused, blurry and... And were these tears? I knew. I had always known she had killed herself because of me. It was all my fault. I was glad and hurt at the same time, glad that I did not accept the fact that she had died because of me. It would have shattered me back then. But was I not broken? Was I any better? It now felt vivid, like I was in that space, like her dead body was here with me. And I couldn't even deny the fact now that it had been confirmed. My eyes became more blurry, and soon water, in the form of tears, trickled down my cheeks. That woman—she had been my rock and refuge that had kept me sane in this damned world. And without notice, she just disappeared into the void, leaving me to deal with the world's craziness alone. But why? I thought

Darius's POV “Alan,” I called. The door finally burst open, and an angry Alan marched into the bedroom, hauling an emotionless Eleanor against the floor. “Look who I found, running through the woods. She even bit me,” he said, showing me his bitten arm. “She doesn't even have a single respect for you.” Eleanor rolled her eyes, countering his words. “I was just running—like running, exercise.” “You mean when you changed into your wolf form and ran towards the pack's borders? You're lucky to have belonged to the Alpha, or I'd have killed you. And even if I did not, the rogues that keep popping up in our pack lands would have finished you off.” Alan showed his distaste for her through words, and Eleanor rolled her eyes again for the second time as she nonchalantly stood up to sit on the couch. “Then why?” she questioned, “Why did you save me, then? It would have bee