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She has seen darkness before, the kind that makes our street like an old fashioned photograph, everything a shade of grey. This isn't like that. This is the darkness that robs you of your best sense and replaces it with a paralyzing fear. In this darkness, she sits, muscles cramped and unable to move. She only knows her eyes are still there because she can feel herself blink, still instinctively moisturizing the organs she has no current use for. She can't hear anything either. She guessed that should bring her heart rate down below the level of "rabbit in a snare" but it doesn't. By her genes she is a predator, she has the front-facing eyes and brain enough to hunt, but she feels like prey in this utter black. The dawn is many hours away and until that precious time, she can only wait. She doesn't know how long she's been like this, but whatever it is, it can't be good! She remembers the lady injecting something into her. The last thing she remembers was the faint voice and smell of 'him!' After trying to open her eyes with all her strength, she finally came out of the dark world just to find herself in a room different from the last one.

She didn't have to think hard to find out where she was, because the room was filled with his intoxicating scent, and the man was there, too. Standing on the balcony with both of his hands deep inside his pockets, his shirt sleeves were folded up to his elbow. Even when he was fully dressed, she could see how well he was built! Soon she felt him turning, so she closed her eyes as if she were still asleep. She wanted to avoid talking to him at any cost, her heartbeat was increasing rapidly with every step he took towards her. She's been trying her best to calm down her beating heart, as she knows how sharp lycans hearing is. She almost felt her training, and centuries of experience betrayed her, as her heart won't stop beating so quickly. She felt him approaching her, and she could feel him bending over and soon she felt his hot breath over her face as his scent and warmth engulfed her.

Before she could think of anything else, his soft lips touched her forehead, and the sparks ran all over her body, and her heart finally calmed down. Her body was filled with the blissful warmth she had never found in this cold world, it wasn't like no one hadn't kissed her before, but it was different... so different. Her beast was purring like a cat inside, with the simple, sweet gesture of their mate. The moment was short-lived as her source of warmth rose and left the room. After a soft thud of the door, she opened her eyes. She sat down slowly on the bed, stretching out her limbs, looking around the room to find it empty, as she thought it would be. She rubbed her face with her hand, combed her hair with her fingers. She got out of the duvet to find her bare legs. Her eyes widened as she found herself in an oversized grey t-shirt that ended in the middle of her thigh. She only wore her underwear under her t-shirt. She just knew by the smell who it belonged to. She unconsciously hugged herself, thinking maybe her mate, who she didn't even talk to or look directly at for a minute, changed her clothes. She felt the heat moving towards her cheeks, making them red. It was an emotion she never felt. Her beast was floating her head with intimate thoughts and photos that made her turn red and scoop her to stop. She shakes her head and throws away pictures her beast had drawn.

Walking towards the door, she locked it from the inside and made her way to another door, the bathroom. Standing in front of the vanity mirror, she saw more than a few bandages on her face. She peeled off the large bandage that was sitting on her forehead, and the wound was healed. One by one, she took all the bandages off. Her face had no sign of injury, everything was completely healed. Staying away from her husband and going to the heat took a toll on her, making her suffer and also dangerously reducing her healing ability. After washing her face and doing her business, she got out and headed for another door leading her inside Aiden's walk-in closet. The closest one was filled with neatly folded clothes. His closet consists mainly of three colours, including black, white and grey. She found some navy-blue occasionally. Shuffling through her, she took some big sweatpants and a black hoodie. Well, the fact that she doesn't have any clothes here, and obviously she can't just wear a t-shirt that she's wearing, the big bad Alpha won't mind, she thought.

She walked out of the closet to the balcony. It was dark outside, and she stood at the very spot where Aiden was standing a while ago.

A soft cold breeze touched her face blowing her red hair slightly. She looked up to see the sky was black tranquillity married to a poetry of stars. It was the softness that called body and brain to rest and let the heart go to its steady rhythm. Night came as a reward of sorts, a restfulness above to calm the soul.

She looked down briefly to find the grassy lawn and the woods. This is when she came back to her senses! She can't be right here! They will come to know who she is, they're going to hunt her down! She's got to leave right now. With the thought of leaving behind her mate, her beast whimpered and scolded her to dare not think about it. But she knew she had to leave right now. She went back to the closet to find some sneakers that were obviously huge for her feet, but still, she took them and went back to the balcony. Slipping in the sneakers, she looked back at the room and looked down. She said a little spell under her breath.

"Incaendo!"

And the room wall lit up with fire in the twinkling of an eye, burning all the pictures and frames, including its scent, and covering up its human-like scent with smoke. Taking a deep breath, she jumped out of the balcony with a flip piercing through the air she gracefully landed on her feet. Without delay, she ran into the forest at an inhuman rate, taking out her demon. In no time was she on the border of the territory of the Royal Pack. Looking back, she left the pack and her mate behind!

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The air that had been so still on previous days had gained a slight movement, as if it had discovered its direction yet was content to meander at its own pace. The breeze flirted with her loose hair as she was standing on the wide balcony. She looks up to the sky, another cloudy night rolls in covering the last of the twilight sky as if the blackness failed to come fast enough. The rolling grey rapidly becomes as invisible as the stars it conceals, but the air still feels humid.

It's been a week, a horrible week for both her and her beast. She has total control over her other powers, but her beast is out of her hands, she can't suppress any pain, nor can she control her beast. She had to go through endless tortures by her master, endless killings, and be pushed to the brink of being caught. There's always this pain in the depths of her heart that doesn't seem to stop. She let out a deep sigh and walked back to the ballroom where a party was going on. She didn't have any interest in these, but the orders of her masters were to attend. She moves to the bar and sits down.

"Master is looking for you now!" A heavy voice boomed from behind her.

"Where is he?" She asked in a boring tone.

"He is at the table." She nodded and walked away to where her master was standing, talking to a bunch of people. She knew them, and she knew all of them. The so-called upper-class influencers of high society. The close circle of the current King. They were just a pathetic excuse of being she thought.

As soon as she reached them, a male figure alongside her master whispered something on his ear, and he looked at her way, "Ah, where you were sweetheart, I was looking for you." He wrapped her in a hug and whispered in her ears, "Kill the third old hag!" He pulled away, and she smiled and said,

"I was just at the bar, Uncle." He gave a false smile and nodded.

"I called you to tell you that I was leaving. Enjoy yourself." He patted her shoulder with a tight smile and left.

As her master leaves, she turns back to a group of men chatting in front of her. She smiles and enters into a conversation with them as she has no other choice. Soon most of the men have left to talk to others, and now only she and the Third Council Member are there. She needs to take him somewhere secluded so that she can proceed to assassinate him.

"So young lady looks like you're stuck with this old man here." She lets out a small chuckle

"I don't mind really."

"Young lady like you should get a young company, you know what I mean?"

"Well, young people bore me." She replies and he lets out a laugh.

"Well....ah you have to excuse me."

He's looking past her and he's starting to move in that direction. She let out a frustrated little growl thinking she's going to have to talk to him again! She was moving back to the balcony, that intoxicating scent reaches her nostrils, making her beast go crazy. She's looking back from where the scent came, and her breath was being caught on her throat,

"Oh, no, no. Not him!"

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This chapter is a little shorter but hope you'll enjoy it. Love you ❤️

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