Chapter 18
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Noah’s POV
We descend into the basement, my wolf’s excitement and perhaps even a hint of fear coursing through me.
Releasing her wolf could signify her recognition of us as mates. The power of the mate bond might cause her to act differently.
Perhaps some of the bond will transfer to her human form, as her behavior is driving us mad. She doesn’t see us as anything more than random people.
She’s not warm or kind.
We’re just ordinary people.
Girls usually throw themselves at us, but this girl, the moon goddess’s gift to us, wants nothing to do with us and everything to do with that jerk, BEN.
We reach the basement, which has two sides. It’s an old interrogation room divided by a sturdy glass window. Built by the finest men, it’s bulletproof, wolfproof, and magic-resistant. It’s the perfect holding mechanism for her.
Father opens the door, and her small frame enters.
My wolf whimpers inside me. He doesn’t like this at all.
“Again, what she does in her wake is not my responsibility. I’m telling you right now, she’s not safe,” she reiterated, a soft warning.
“Very well. Let’s get on with this. The longer we wait, the stronger her wolf becomes. We’ve already lost so much time.”
He grabs her by the shoulders, his eyes flashing gold with the intensity of his wolf. His aura strengthens, and he pushes it out towards Evelyn.
She whimpers slightly.
My wolf goes rampant inside me, begging to be released. “He’s hurting, mate!” he growls.
I looked at Nathan, his face focused, meaning his wolf is reacting the same way mine is.
“I, Alpha KING Harold Blackthorne, summon the wolf of Evelyn, Mia Hawthorne, to the shift by the king’s command,” he says sharply, and the room falls silent.
The healers’ eyes remain wide with excitement, their foreheads pressed against the glass.
For a moment, there’s no sign of a living wolf inside her.
“Can you feel her?” I asked my wolf. He shakes his head. “No.”
I look over at Nathan again, his eyebrows knit together in utter confusion.
Her eyes flashed gold, then returned to emerald.
“Show yourself, wolf,” his voice firm.
Still nothing.
Evie stood there, her body stiff, her gaze never leaving my father’s.
He turned his head slightly, chuckling softly. “Well, looks like the big and bad wolf isn’t as big and bad as she thought—“ He didn’t get to finish the sentence when she emerged in a blink.
Her growl shook the ground as she landed on her four paws. The white fur made the room look brighter, and her eyes, the color of gold, glowed with anger.
She snapped her jaws faster than we thought possible.
Father moved swiftly and dodged her attack.
“I won’t stand for disrespect!”
Her wolf stood circling Father like he was prey. She snapped her jaw, ready to strike again, but Father grabbed her by the scruff and slammed her against the concrete.
“I told you to stop!” he growled.
My wolf growls inside me. “Get your ass in there and control your father!” he growls.
She shook it off, her teeth still barred.
“FIGHT ME!” she snarled.
“NO!” he growled.
“Well then, I’ll kill you!” she said, charging at him faster than our eyes could catch.
“FATHER!” we shouted. She grabbed him by the waist and threw him sideways.
He landed with a loud thud. She charged at him again, but this time he got up rapidly, picking her up mid-charge and slamming her on the floor.
She snarled at him, barreling towards him again, snapping her jaws and almost connecting when he blocked her attack, punching her jaw upwards. She whimpered, shaking off his hit.
She let out a loud, frustrated growl.
“Fight me all you want! I want to understand you, I want to know why you’re so angry!” he shouted.
She flared her nostrils.
“You’re not worthy of me, none of you are!” she snarled.
Snapping her jaws once more and barreling towards Father, they fought for what felt like a lifetime, exchanging blows.
All the while, the wolves inside us clawed at the forefront of our minds, demanding to be released.
He fought with precision, but by the look of her stance, she was getting tired.
Her eyes flashed with familiar irritation.
With a final blow, she recoiled backward. Her eyes flashed gold and then emerald, signaling her imminent transformation into a human.
“Now, healer!” my father yelled, and the old man rushed into the holding room, grabbing the wolf by the face. She growled, snapping her jaws, but my father clamped her snout shut.
The healer grabbed her wolf’s head, his hands glowing with magic. His eyes rolled back, leaving only the whites visible.
“Let’s see what’s going on in there. Shall we?” the healer mumbled. Her body went limp, and she landed with a loud thud on the floor.
Healers’ POV *Trigger Warning!⚠️*
“Alaric! Alaric!” a girl with white hair and emerald eyes called out.
“Where are you?” she called out in the middle of the forest.
A man with blonde hair and blue eyes emerged from behind her. “I’m right here,” he said, causing the girl to squeal.
“We don’t have much time, Clara. My father is getting suspicious of us,” he said.
The girl shook her head. “There’s no way. We’ve been careful,” she insisted.
“No, he mentioned something today. I think someone might have seen us in the woods the other day,” he said, worriedly.
“I told you, let’s just run away. We can be happy. We can be free!” she pleaded.
He shook his head. “I have a duty to the kingdom. You know, marrying Lilith is the only way her father will agree to a peace treaty,” he said.
“But the goddess put us together for a reason! Alaric, we were chosen for each other. Don’t you see? We can tell your father to expose the truth,” she begged.
“No! You’re nothing but a farm girl with no wolf. You know he’d kill you. He’d never approve of a marriage to a farmer! And you know that. I’ll always come back to you, though. You’ll always be my special girl,” he told her. She frowned, a small tear rolling down her face.
In the next flashback…
Clara watched her mate get married amidst a sea of people from the back as the priest pronounced them husband and wife. She witnessed their kiss above the altar and, once again, sobbed silently as she walked away, feeling her heart sink into the depths of the ocean.
After witnessing such a scene, Clara couldn’t bear to be the other woman anymore. One cold night, as she returned home with a large brown basket of vegetables on her shoulder, she heard a sound. Startled, she hurried home, only to be confronted by a dark figure in front of her.
“Hey, beautiful,” Alaric said.
“Hi,” she replied softly. He lifted her chin.
“I’m ready for you,” he said darkly.
“Well, I don’t want you anymore. I’ve decided all these years that you only come back to me for one thing and one thing only. I’m done being your personal prostitute!”
His eyes glowed angrily. “You’ll do what I say when I say it. You’re not the boss of your body. I am,” he snarled and grabbed her by the arms as she screamed for help.
Her basket dropped, leaving all the fresh harvest behind as Alaric took her without permission. She screamed and cried, but it was no use. He was a possessed man, no longer the innocent boy she had met.
The next flashback:
Raping her wasn’t enough. He had brought friends to “have a turn with her.” They beat her senseless as she was brutally r***d repeatedly.
“This is too far! This is too much!” she cried.
While one of the guards took her again without her consent.
“Why me? Why me?” she cried to the goddess.
“Enough!” a voice she didn’t recognize inside her said.
The man finally stopped.
Her eyes glowed with rage, and her hands balled into fists. She shifted into her white wolf form.
Without hesitation, she killed the man in front of her, tearing him limb by limb. But she didn’t stop there.
She couldn’t.
She tracked down each of her rapists and violently killed them.
Blood-drenched her white coat, and the taste of iron filled her jaws.
She needed one more killing to be completely satisfied. She howled at the moon and began tracking King Alaric.
She stormed into the kingdom, her jaws ready to fight anyone who stood in her way. Guards were taken out one by one; she possessed the power of twenty wolves, and her wolf knew it. Her claws scratched the castle floor as she battled her way into the kingdom bar, where the king was passed out drunk, surrounded by twenty guards. She let out a monstrous growl and fought all of them simultaneously. Silver bullets were shot at her side, causing her to whimper, but the wolf wasn’t ready to stop. She couldn’t stop until each of these guards received exactly what they deserved.
The king was cornered, with no other guards left to save him. He still reeked of alcohol. “I’m sorry,” he slurred. “Whatever you want, it’s yours. You can have anything I have. I have lots of gold. You can take it. Please, don’t kill me!” he begged.
“I don’t want money! I want your blood!” her wolf growled.
“Clara? Is that you?”
Her wolf growled.
“Oh, thank heavens, my love! You got your wolf!”
I scoffed. “That’s all we needed, Clara! We can be together now, Clara!”
She shook her head. “We can’t be together. We can never be together, Alaric!”
And before he could utter another word, she attacked, ripping his head off his body. The tether of the Alpha king was felt throughout the kingdom. Clara’s wolf fell in exhaustion and despair; she had just killed her mate.
Something out of the nature of our universe.
“I just wanted to be loved!” she cried on her knees, bloody and beaten.
“I just wanted to be loved by my mate. How could he do this?!” she shouted, tears streaming down her face.
That night, the guards arrested her while she was in agony, crying..
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