Novel & Cerita Why Ophelia Couldn't Leave

"That's why your mother left." "That can't be the end of the story," I leaned forward. "You can't expect me to believe that this is all to it." "All you need to know is that Ophelia went to great length to get the power she has now. That's why she was banished. The temple can't grant her access. Its magic is very ancient." "Even if she gets enough power like that of a deity," "Where did you get that from?" she asked. "I don't know."

"You didn't have reporters calling your everyone you’d left behind in the past. You didn't have to change your number six times. You didn't have to learn to make silence a weapon just so they'd leave the bulk of your story alone." "Ophelia—" "You had the chance to disappear." "I didn't want to leave," I shouted. "Then why did you?" Silence. The sort that unravels everything within you. I didn't have an answer she'd believe. So I said nothing. She pushed the bottle aside and walked toward the balcony. And though I knew she needed space away from me, I followed her. The air outside was cold and crisp. Ophelia stood at the railing, arms around herself, hair whipping in the wind. She looked vuln

She did this. “Get me her head; get me her head right now!” he yelled in anger, and everyone ran out. Ophelia can only shake her head; her father is dead, as is her daughter. Killed her mate, and her mother is also dead. She doesn’t have any family again; alone now. She looked at Kion, and all that was in her head was. “I shouldn’t have released him out of prison.”

Ophelia’s POV As I approached the Moonlit Pack gates, my heart pounded louder than it should be and I clenched my fist by my sides. I walked alongside the warrior Eric had sent for me, their cold eyes on my every move. Every instinct screamed that I should run back to Ryker for help but I couldn't. Not when I was a danger to his camp. They opened the iron gate and I scanned the area. It hadn't changed a bit. And he was there, waiting by the courtyard.

Ophelia's POV "I..I just–" I stammered. "Get lost, and do the job you were paid to do" he cut me off. "Go continue your tour with my mother and stay the fuck away from my things." Stunned, I tried to speak but no words left my lips. I couldn't understand what it is about that picture that's making him act the way he does. Sighing, I took my leave as instructed. "Ophelia, dear!" Dominic's mother called out to me gingerly from the living room. "Come sit with me" she waved at me as I walked down the stairs.

Her heart skipped a beat without warning, making her freeze on the spot. “That would also be a good thing; to finally die! I would rather die than continue living like a slave.” Ophelia quickly shook her head, channeling her thoughts from her past to the present. Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door that creaked with pity as she peeked at the moon and the darkness outside. “It is now or never!” She breathed before pressing her lips together and looked around for a guard’s presence but there wasn’t any. They were distracted — there had been a rumour that they were off somewhere in the dark taking advantage of the newly recruited Omegas.

"Ophelia, how can you forget those three years? We had so much fun, those years were magical! You're my soulmate, Ophelia! I admit I made a mistake; I'm not sure what got into me, but I apologize! Please don't leave me!" "Don't whine! Those years are in the past and it was good while it lasted but what you did is unforgivable! I need you to leave before I call security!" As she walked past him toward the elevator, Ophelia growled. She was stopped when Owen grabbed her hand. "Let go of my hand Owen!" Ophelia growled turned her head towards Owen. "No, not until you speak to me properly. Not until you give me the opportunity to explain myself." Ophelia's rage only grew as Owen shook his head.

“Is someone coming?” “I would rather not wait around and see.” In my bedroom, I find Ophelia sat on my bed. Her cheeks were stained with her tears, her eyes a little puffy from the crying. “You’re leaving?” She chokes out. “We have too, it’s not safe here. Come with us!” “This is my home.” “It’s my home too, but we don’t know what Quinn has planned. Ophelia, he does this, he takes over packs, moving in his own Lycans. We can't stay."

Ophelia A few weeks after the accident, James decided to go back to Paris, he tried convincing dad to let me go with him, but that was a dead end. Dad was not letting me leave which pissed off James. I overheard several arguments between dad and James and James swore he was never coming back. I’m still not sure why it was such a big ordeal and every time I ask dad or Noah and Oliver about it; they tell me not to worry about it.

Nevertheless, I needed to make him leave here, "We need to...." I felt his hands on my wrist, as he tugged at it painfully, away from his arms, "What is wrong with you, Olivia?" "I said I need to talk to Ophelia. Please, leave." This time, he met my eyes, but I was so shocked by the look in his eyes, that I almost fell back on my heels. The clinking of heels behind me made my brows crease together in a tight frown, and Ophelia's voice echoed in the restroom, "This is refreshing to watch..."