152 Nymeris

Lyla

I struggled between sleep and consciousness.

My body felt heavy as if unseen chains held down every part of it. My head throbbed with a dull, piercing pain that grew louder with every attempt to stir. I struggled to open my eyes, but something was pressing down on me. It was so suffocating that for a moment; I forgot to breathe.

I struggled, gasping for breath, thrashing all over my bed as I prayed for relief. Just as the darkness seemed to heighten, and I felt like I could die any moment, the force stopped.

My eyes fluttered open finally, and I gasped. I was in a strange place–a strange compound – but it looked ancient and strangely familiar. The air was thick with the scent of wet wood and damp earth mingled with the faint fragrance of wildflowers planted at every corner of the compound.

A wooden fence enclosed the entire compound, carved with very elegant designs. Towering above the fence were houses carved with thick stones and logs. The rooftops all had asbestos and carved wooden beams, and in front of the house was a bold wooden sign that said Alpha House.

“Where am I? What is this place?” I whispered to myself, trembling.

My heart raced as I took a tentative step forward, my bare feet sinking into the soft earth. The compound was quiet except for the rustling of leaves as I moved on them. I turned in a slow circle, trying to understand my surroundings, when suddenly someone threw open the wooden gate guarding the compound.

I froze.

A woman stormed through it, her long, brown hair with two silver stripes running down the front of the hair flowing like a storm cloud behind her. A fierce expression was on her face, and fury filled her eyes. She wore a deep crimson flowing dress with silver embroidery at the end.

Behind her, a young man followed close, with desperation on his face. His broad shoulders were tense, his jaw clenched as he reached out to the woman.

“Neriah, wait,” he pleaded.

Neriah?

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I stared at the woman who was supposed to be my recantation. The only thing that could tell us apart was the dress she had on, compared to my wrinkled jogger and crop Tee I was wearing.

I was basically staring at a mirror of myself.

blazing.

you just wait?” The man chasing after

reached out and grasped her arm,

she screamed. “Haven’t you done enough already? Have I not told you in all the languages you understand, that I am not interested in hearing whatever excuses you want to

her arm. “I need you to listen to me, his voice had softened too as if he was afraid she would shatter.

mistake. Corvus is not the man you think

thing this man has shown me repeatedly is love that you nor anyone in this pack has ever given me.

beyond your expectations

be accepting of the fact that I want to be with someone who gets me literally and in all the ways possible?”

man is ready to up with everything you do without complaints? Now, don’t get me wrong…I love you so much and I am ready

one that I don’t have to fight and make up. I don’t want to be your mate anymore. Take it or leave it. But don’t come to me again.

stop you.

us so far and his so–called movement to liberate our world. He’s asking you to help him take over the White Moon Throne, and you’re going to

the Werewolf

wants to gain infinite access

the Werewolf and Lycan

inhumane treatments. For once…”

the man gritted his teeth, literally shaking with anger. “That’s not how the universe was built. There

make us who we are. We

can, and I

hand through his hair, gazing at her for a few seconds. “You’re making a big mistake. He’s not the right

you.

I’d choose you? Just because a Beta became an Alpha doesn’t give you the right to claim me as your mate.”

flinched his expression hardening. “At least I’m not pretending to be someone I’m not. Corvus isn’t a werewolf like us to begin with. He doesn’t even have a wolf, neither is he an Alpha. He doesn’t

annoyance and you have no right to interfere. The man took another step closer, his frustration was evident in his voice now. “Your choice is going to destroy you! Corvus is evil, Neriah. You know nothing about him. where he

me short. “I think I’ve had enough

to go to your father and the council and report them to you. They need

you do, get ready to see me die. Because I’ll die a thousand

at her, his lips as though he wanted to argue. But no words came. Instead, he turned and

her hands clutching the fabric of my dress as silent sobs wrack up her body. My heart ached watching the scene, but before I could react, the door to one of the

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