Kiara locked the door to her room before sliding down to the floor against it. She hated this. She truly was too weak to get a happy ending. Life was just too cruel to those who weren’t strong.The pain she was feeling made her wish she hadn’t given up on her revenge for him. She shouldn’t have fallen for his lies, shouldn’t have stopped forcing herself to hate him. She should’ve played him like he played her, then hurt him just like he hurt her.After all she went through to finally trust him, after giving up everything to give him a chance, this was what she got, huh?A broken heart and the same loneliness she thought she had abandoned. It was now her only friend, the only thing that resided by her side because Zique just left her for someone with more strength and with more beauty. But it should’ve been something she expected. She was never good enough for him and she’d never be. He didn’t love her, but why was it that she felt her heart was aching so much because she loved him?Wh
The pack house was quiet as Zique walked into it. The night had gotten darker and the breeze had somehow gotten colder, so cold that even his heart was trembling...Or perhaps the quiver in his heart wasn’t caused by the cold wind, but by the regret that was engraved within him. Her face had looked so sad and the tears that ran down her cheeks were what buried him in anxiety.Lamentation was killing him slowly, he felt like he was ice placed under the hot sun, melting so slow and yet so fast. He did not mean to hurt her and yet he did...He was such a f*cking idiot; an idiot in love. Before her, he was prepared to die and now instead of peacefully dying, he was trying all he could to live...and this was the only thing he could think of.F*cking hell! He shouldn’t have told her she was useless and he shouldn’t have told her to reject him either. It’ll all just hurt her way more than it should. She must be thinking that he’s throwing her away, that because she was incapable of getting p
Zique gripped the sheets tighter, preparing for a pain that did not come. Those imaginary strings around his heart did not tighten and the imaginary pins and needles did not dig an inch deeper.He didn’t understand, Shontelle had already taken in more than a half of his c*ck, why did he not feel as though he was dying?Why was the curse not attacking him?What was going on?Have the goddess finally decided to give him a break?Was she going to let him sow a child in peace?Or was it...was it that the curse was broken?Zique shook his head. The curse wasn’t broken, the old man said it wasn’t, the old man saw him in a puddle of blood...but if the curse wasn’t broken, what was the explanation for this?Was the elder really mistaken?Was he...?A moan from Shontelle brought Zique back to reality and he gripped her hips even before she could start moving them. “Get off.”Shontelle tilted her head, her gaze switching from that of intoxication to one filled with malice. “What is it now? You
Kiara looked up at him, eyes seeming dead. “Then why is it that her scent is all over you?”Her hands fell from behind her back and before Zique could see it coming, pain invaded his side. His eyes searched for the cause of his pain, finding a knife etched into his flesh by her hand. “K-Kiara...?”She twisted the knife and Zique groaned falling to his knees. “This was what I should’ve done from the beginning. This was what you deserved.”The knife was pulled out of him and Zique watched completely helpless as the woman he loved shoved it in opposite side of the previous stab. This wasn’t Kiara, it couldn’t be...this was his mother...!Pain; that was probably the only thing he could feel and the memories that had haunted him for years flashed before his eyes as he fell back against the tiles on the floor, coughing up blood. This was a bad dream, wasn’t it?He wasn’t going to die just like his father did, was he?But he was, the ache in his sides had him accepting this truth as reality.
Kiara’s feet burnt as she ran through the forest. She didn’t know where she was going, but she was going somewhere...somewhere far away like she had promised herself...She was finally free from it all, there was nothing to keep her here anymore, the chains that bound her had fallen and the person who had chained her has fallen as well...But why was her heart burning with regret now that the red in her eyes had cleared?Why did that look that had been on his face hurt her so much?And why did the way he stutter out her name stung like a bite?Why was sh...?Kiara shook her head. No matter how she looked at it, he deserved it, he killed her parents and he almost killed her too. What she did was pay back for it all. The pain she felt, he must’ve felt it back tenfold, b-but...Kiara clenched her fists. No, she shouldn’t regret it, it was already done. But those tears that had fallen down his face, that desperate look in his eyes...goddess...she wanted to forget it; every memory with him
Her wolf seemed to have grown. It was bigger, way bigger than it had once been and though she did not understand why, she ran forward, launching her first attack.The wolf was quick to avoid it, hitting her right over. It growled as Kiara stood to her feet again, the sound too bloodthirsty to be real. It ran after her; fast and strong and Kiara wasn’t sure what to do, how to respond. Her body moved on instincts, but she was too slow, the wolf had already situated itself over her.She wiggled beneath it, whimpering when it’s paws scraped against her vulnerable stomach. It leaned closer, growling in her face, it’s saliva dripping on her white fur with ease.What was going to happen to her now? Fear slowly devoured the anger that had been running through her and she shrunk back, trying to appear way smaller than she was. All the strength she thought she had had dissipated and now she was just scared...Scared to die...was this how Zique felt or did he feel worst? He was stabbed when he l
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