Kiara wasn’t sure how long it has been; days...weeks? But she knew it couldn’t be a month. Nobody came to see her and she was worried sick. She didn’t know if Zique was dead or alive and because of that peace was never by her side.At night, she barely slept and whenever she did, it was her tears and quiet sobs that lulled her to sleep. Gabe and Damion were practically non-existent in her world, not once had she even picked up their scents; heartless. They really didn’t care one bit about her. All those smiles and those pretty words were fake and as the realization sunk in day by day, Kiara felt even lonelier in a prison that withheld so many people. This place was even worst than the dungeons, it smelled rotten, and it was noisy even at night. The bars were rusty and darkened her hands whenever she touched them, and the people down here seemed viscous and nonsensical.There was this one man next door who’d lick the rusty cells every time he looked at her and another who’d grab the f

“You can’t stay here, Zique. You won’t fully recover. It’s been more than a week. And Kiara...you need to get back to your senses so you can set her free.”“Free?” Zique looked around the room. “She doesn’t want to be free...she keeps coming back here.”“Not again, Zique.” Zique smiled, his eyes seeming distant. “Sometimes she’s nice. She smiles at me, holds me...but then...” he hugged himself, the little twitch of his lips slowly wavering. “Then she picks up that knife again...that bloody knife and she kills me over and over again with it.”“She said she’s sorry. She told me she was.”“If she was sorry, she wouldn’t keep doing it again.” He looked down at his side where he knew the scars she left was. His shirt was covering them, but they were there. His Kiara...his princess...she stabbed him twice.Though he lived through it, he felt dead. Every time he thought of her, his mother’s face would replace hers...that snake, it was probably her who possessed Kiara...that evil woman who b

Gabe walked his way through Zique’s front door, a bag with food in his hand. This was his daily routine now, Zique could barely take care of himself and so he had to do it. He didn’t mind, but he wish Zique would just come back. It’s been like this for too long, two weeks had passed and he’s been having deadly hallucinations of Kiara stabbing him.It was a sad sight to see, especially after seeing how beautiful they both were together. Back then, it had been annoying when they sat beside each other and giggled like lovebirds in his presence, but now he was hoping to be able to see that again. They both loved each other, it was obvious. And seeing how ugly it was to tear them apart hurt his heart.He knew it wasn’t right to blame himself, but it was his fault, wasn’t it?He was tasked with an important yet simple mission; watch Kiara, protect her no matter what decision she made. If it was to leave, then it would be his job to escort her safely and if it was to stay, he was to soothe

Zique’s steps were slow as he walked towards the door. He had suffered himself enough, too much. The reason he had done what he had was for the pack and yet he was neglecting them by regretting his actions.He lived, he should be proud, but what was there to really be proud of?If he hadn’t doubted the bond he shared with Kiara, he would’ve known the curse was broken and the pain he had forced her through wouldn’t have been necessary. But still, was that enough for her to try killing him?Yes, he had been harsh, he called her useless, told her to reject him...but...but...Zique clenched his jaws, twisting at the knob. He should just forget about it, the memories of that night, he should never bring them up again. They had been torturous enough; that look of rebellion that had been in her eyes, that strong scent of vengeance that had drifted from her, it was enough to throw him in a pit of agony.This all needed to stop, this struggle to be happy needed to come to an end. There was no

The cells rattled as the guard’s baton ran across it. He looked inside at Kiara, his eyes shining so bright in the darkness. “Did the alpha really cast you aside? It was the talk all over the pack, I guess he finally confirmed that the rumours weren’t just rumours. He always hated weak and frail things, it really was a mystery why he was with you.” Kiara stiffened at his whispered words, shuffling further away from the rusty bars. “Y...You said the same thing last night.” “Nothing’s wrong with constantly being a reminder to you. The alpha stashed you aside, but it’d be nice to get to know what he saw in you in the first place...going between those pretty legs would do...” “H-He didn’t stash me aside...he didn’t.” The man chuckled. “He didn’t, huh? If it weren’t for beta Gabe, I’d have already used you like a toy until you’re completely broken. But he made it clear that you’re suppose to receive special treatment. He sends the omegas with food everyday...but something that was throw

Zique took up the bottle of water on the seat beside him, gulping down more than a half of it as he watched Damion and Gabe goof around on the field. The idiots hadn’t much long finished sparring and now Damion was trying to get Gabe to have a ‘push up’ competition with him. It wouldn’t happen, Gabe was already done for the day...all he wanted now was a nice plate of food before going straight to bed. He was lucky he could sleep whenever he wanted, but it was different and difficult for Zique. He barely slept and when he actually did sleep, it was tremendously forced. He wasn’t on sleeping pills, but he sometimes wish he was. Day time was basically the only time he got for himself at night...everything was about Kiara...his thoughts were just as betraying as she was. No matter how hard he tried, they kept going straight back to her. Her beauty had always been something that captivated him, but now he could see the ugliness beneath it. If it weren’t for Gabe, he wouldn’t have gotten

Zique walked down the prison aisle, passing the rusty bars that defined each cell. There was a number on each one and he was told that Kiara’s cell was the 44th. After two weeks, he’d finally get to see her again, he couldn’t help the anxiety that toured through him and the anticipation that fed off of his steps. The scent of this place was so heavy and disgusting that he could barely smell her. But it was there, her sweet scent...the one that always managed to seduce him...that scent which was now the only thing that could put him to sleep. He hadn’t seen her yet and he was already having second thoughts...his Kiara, the woman he treasured was locked in a place as vile and dirty as this. She shouldn’t be down here, but it was a situation that he could not help. Betrayal was betrayal no matter how you looked at it. She had wanted him dead, she didn’t love him...she couldn’t have...for how could she have wanted him dead, when he’d do anything in his power to keep her alive and by his

Zique looked towards Damion who walked casually into Gabe’s room where he was still staying. His hands were in his pockets, eyes squinted into tiny beads. “What exactly are you planning? And you went and saw Kiara, right? How is she?Zique shrugged. “I’m not planning anything major.”“And Kiara...?”“She’s fine.”“Fine...? I don’t think she is. Gabe is right, though I already contacted Shontelle I don’t think you should go through with whatever you’re planning. I haven’t yet forgiven Kiara for what she did to you, but I’m sure if you end up breaking her, you’ll break too.”“Me? Break? Do you think I’m weak?” Zique stood up from the bed, stepping closer to Damion. “Nothing like that will happen to me, so I’d suggest you mind your business.”“Zique I...at least listen to what I have to say fir—”Zique’s shoulder bumped harshly against his as he walked towards the door. “I don’t want to hear it, keep it to yourself.”“Ziqu—!”Zique walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him, he wou

Zique met Nathaniel in the office, totally ignoring the papers Gabe laid on his desk weeks ago. He was in no shape to involve himself in pack politics, he was too broken for that now, he’d do it the moment he felt whole again.With slow steps, he walked around his desk, taking a seat in front of Nathaniel who was already seated. He looked up at Gabe, gesturing him out. “I’ll come see you when I’m done, for now give me some privacy.”Gabe gave him a look that deliberately told him not to do anything stupid before walking out, leaving Zique and Nathaniel alone. “Greetings, old man.”Nathaniel glared at him, index finger tapping the messy desk. “How many times must I tell you that I’m just 40 years old? I wanted to invite you to my birthday party, but I heard you were a real mad man walking around like a sane one. Is it true? Was there something really wrong with your head?” he chuckled. “It couldn’t be true, the Zique I know would never let a thing drive him crazy...the news must’ve bee

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes that may be sensitive to some people; sexual harassment and thoughts of suicide and death...Thread carefully.(╯︵╰,) _ _ ‘Its not about what you want, it’s more about what I want and I want nothing to do with you. I’m done, you have nothing that I want. You already showed me your true intentions, why should I let you out so you can stab me again? Do you think I’m a fool?’ The words lived in Kiara’s mind even now... He was done... He wanted nothing to do with her... She had nothing to give him. The words were clear and Kiara understood them, but in a sense she didn’t. Why? Why was Zique done with her? Why did he want nothing to do with her? Why could she give him nothing? Why would he think she’d ever stab him again? She’d never do it, not again...she now knew how wrong she had been, how cruel, but how could he just end it? How could he let go of her when he promised he wouldn’t? Kiara wiped under her eyes, realizing that there were no