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One Hundred Sixty-One

MONICA.God. What do I do with Roman?I watch as he takes charge of the events, purposefully ignoring me as I stare at him. I know that he just wants to put an end to all of this and maybe I’m just being a little bitch, but I don’t want to take risks anymore. I’m scared out of my wits here.“Just relax,” he even tells me, which just makes me angry more than being scared."No." I shake my head continuously as I watch the men carry Riva’s unconscious body inside the van. "I can't believe this. I can't believe we're all doing this." “Neither can I, to be honest,” August suddenly puts in, getting inside the backseat of the other van, behind me and Roman. “I mean, I get your point, Roman, but this is just bad. This bitch is going to kill us if she gets on the loose. Didn’t you see what she just did?”“I know it doesn’t sound all that safe, but please just trust me,” Roman says, getting into the front and revving the engine. However, instead of driving the vehicle, he shoots one more cauti

One Hundred Sixty-Two

MONICA.“Come on, be careful now!” Roman instructs August and another soldier, who are carrying Riva along the clear path in the woods, both heaving and cursing under their breaths. “We’re almost there. Don’t drop her; her bindings might loosen.”Although this is a valid point, I hardly think it will happen. They bound Riva like a spring roll.Thick ropes are connecting her bound wrists to her bound ankles. A flat, dense gag is placed on her mouth. The entire upper half of her head is covered in a layer of fabric like a turban. Whoever did this to her knows what they’re doing. Not even five separate drops can make those restraints loosen.Still, Roman is being extra careful. As we approach the warehouse, the first thing I see is the light. Some people are actually inside the place, waiting for our arrival. There are about two dozen people, all heavily armed like they’re preparing to battle an entire army unit. And placed inside the warehouse is a huge metal chair, where they set Riv

One Hundred Sixty-Three

MONICA.My hand shakes against Roman as I feel him almost vibrate with rage. I want to warn him that this is just her way to get into his head, to make him do something that he will regret, but I don’t think he’s at the right headspace to listen.“Fuck you,” Roman snaps, and that fuels Riva’s confidence. “What?” she demands smugly. “I’m just trying to suggest an obvious solution. You know I will never talk, right, Alpha Roman?”“I will make you talk,” he growls. “I will make you spill everything. I will stay here and do everything to you if I have to. You’re going to give me what I want.”She just smirks. “You just brought me here so you can prove that you’re at least capable enough to do something remotely useful. But the news is, you’re not really capable. You’re not strong enough. Not like your father was, and he wasn’t even that remarkable. You, on the other hand, have proven nothing and will continue to prove nothing. You’re not worthy.”Roman is gritting his teeth so hard that

One Hundred Sixty-Four

MONICA.Am I dead? I ask myself vaguely, but I know for sure that I’m not dead. I can still feel something. I can still feel my heart thrumming inside my chest like an overexcited mouse. I can feel Riva’s finger on my forehead.But as the seconds tick by, all of those things are beginning to disappear. The darkness itself is beginning to wane, slowly giving way to a soft blur that’s solidifying into lines, shapes, and colors. . . .Then I see myself.Only it’s not really me.For one, I’m wearing a black dress with a corset and a poofy skirt, as well as an ornate necklace with a solid black gem pendant stopping at the top of my cleavage. My hair is done up, with curled strands framing my pale face. My lips are red, and my eyes are no longer blue. They’re red now.I’m also seeing my reflection on an antique oval mirror propped against a gray brick wall. I look around and see all the black and gold tapestries, the braziers with fire. The place is unfamiliar to me and I know it, but at

One Hundred Sixty-Five

MONICA."You see?" Deimos asks, trailing a finger down my jaw briefly before retaking his place behind me. "With me you'll get power. Freedom. Respect. You are so much more than you realize. I can't bear to see you stay as a mere Luna.""But I love it," I whisper, my gaze still locked on the crown atop my head."Do you?" He raises an eyebrow, and when our eyes meet through the reflection in the mirror, I can tell that this is a genuine question, like he really doubts what I said and can tell that I feel otherwise. "Do you really love being a Luna? Or do you just have to love it because you're married to the Alpha?"The question pulls the earth right under my feet. For the first time tonight, I'm completely and utterly stumped. "Let's face it, Monica," he continues, taking his hands off my shoulders and resting them on his sides, his eyes narrowing at my face. "You get pushed to the side so often. You saved your Kingdom from a lunatic and yet no one trusts your judgment. They favor yo

One Hundred Sixty-Six

MONICA."Monica!" Roman calls out, but I don't listen.Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I run deeper into the woods, pushing low hanging branches out of my way and skipping protruding roots. It's cold, but I don't mind. I just want to get as far away from there as possible.As far away from my sin.After a while I reach the deepest part of the woods, far away from the camp and all the ones living in it. I collapse on the ground, my knees thudding against the bed of dead leaves.Then I just cry.Cry for what I did. Cry for what I felt. Cry for being tempted. . . ."Monica?"The sound of my name makes me look up. And there I see Roman, walking towards me with a slight limp, his face etched with pure concern."Oh, baby." He rushes towards me and pulls me into a tight hug. His warmth is like a balm, soothing all my aches and making me feel better. "Baby, it's not your fault. You saved us again."There's pure love and admiration in his voice as he said that, which in turn fills me to th

One Hundred Sixty-Seven

MONICA.Without waiting for anyone or even looking back, I rushed into the woods. I didn’t even know if August or the guards were running after me. I just ran, following the trail on the ground that leads me to the burial site.The wind feels nice on my skin. Cool and fresh. That, coupled with the gentle light and heat of the morning, feels refreshing on me. But the energy in my head is nothing like that. I was nervous, afraid. Wondering what on earth was happening. I step into the thickest part of the woods, right where it’s almost impossible to pass, slowly pushing the thin branches out of my way.I must say, on a different occasion, it would have felt amazing to be here.But it's still not enough to shake off the sinking, empty sensation that's settling at the pit of my stomach. I can recognize it as dread, maybe a hint of apprehension for something to come. What frustrates me, on the other hand, is the fact that I don't know where it comes from.I walk a little slower now, letting

One Hundred Sixty-Eight

MONICA.I blink rapidly, unsure of what I'm seeing. I'm pretty certain that my mind is just playing tricks on me, that what I'm seeing right now is just a product of my tired brain. But the more I blink, the clearer the surroundings become. But strangely enough, I don't feel alarmed at all. There seems to be something strong blocking my emotions, preventing me from feeling anything at full impact. All I can do is stare at him, completely entranced, unaware of anything else happening around me.No matter what I do, no matter what I think about, all I'm capable of is meeting his cool and steady gaze fixed on my face."I figured since it’s hard to make you come to my world, I should cross yours instead," he says easily, then holds out his palm to me, his eyes still boring into mine like he can read my thoughts. "Come with me, Monica. I think it's time."I stare at his palm, smooth and strong looking. Then, in a subconscious manner, I raise my own hand to reach for his.Instantly, I feel

One Hundred Sixty-Nine

MONICA.I’m floating. There’s nothing around me now. I feel nothing underfoot, feel nothing above me. All I can tell is that I’m lying down on some surface, but I can’t even feel that too. Right now all I have is my consciousness, and even that is slowly waning. But I know that I can’t just lie here and do nothing.I take a deep breath, and slowly I can feel myself going back to my body. I can feel my limbs and my chest heaving up and down with my breathing, but strangely I can’t move any muscle. I want to call Riva’s name, and maybe reach out to feel if she’s next to me, but I don’t seem to have any kind of control of my movements.I lie there, trying to clear my thoughts, but even my brain is foggy. I can only remember flashes for what happened… minutes ago? Hours ago? I can’t be sure. There’s no clear indication of time right now.Where am I? What’s happening? Is Deimos actually taking me? But where? I have an idea, but it’s so terrible that I don’t want to even consider it. I tr

One Hundred Seventy

MONICA.“Mate?” I stammer, unable to contain my anxiety and fear anymore. I start to squirm again, harder and with more force this time. So much so that the rope around my wrists are starting to burn my skin. “If you touch me, I swear I’ll kill you like I killed Riva–”“Oh, no.” To my utter surprise, Deimos laughs.The sound is oddly pleasant and actually good-natured, contrasting greatly with the simple intimidation of his appearance. His laugh sounds like the warm laughter of a friend after cracking a joke, but everything about his looks shout crazed murderer. It’s strange and chilling to hear."I always forget that the culture of Werewolves you experienced has their own ideas about mating. It's different for us. You'll find out soon enough."Why is he talking like we're a couple on our honeymoon?Chills ran down my spine just listening to him."I will never do anything with you!" I scream, bucking on the bed like a child possessed by a demon. "Let me go so I can go back to my real

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