NovelBookXade's pov Dad left a couple of hours ago, promising to keep visiting every single day. He trusted that Peter wouldn't let anything happen to me. And somehow I trusted Peter too.
The sky is darkening, the little light from the small window is now a gloom of blue. Light from the moon. I sighed, sitting on my as* and pressing the back of my head on the cold wall behind me.
My wolf itched to be beside Avery, take in her scent, just have her in my arms. I needed her like air into my lungs and being away from her makesfeel as though I am on the verge of choking. It doesn't help that this dungeon is small as hell.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMy mind drifts to her. The memories of us together. Her doe eyes staring atas she giggled and ran across the field when we were younger, her shiny locks whipping behind her as I chase after her.
Her head on my shoulder while she cried because she got her menstrual for the first tand thought she was dying. I had bought her flowers and chocolates hoping they would cheer her up. But she had said just havinghere was enough.
The night of prom when that st*pid geek guy bailed on her....well I might have force him to stay away so I'd be the one to take her myself. She still doesn't know...
That night she walked into the room...the night I took what belonged toand no other. The night I finally threw caution to the wind and just be in the moment. The night that shifted it all.
All those memories will be wiped out of her mind. It's torture knowing she will never remember those precious moments. She won't remember me.
My beast growled and I bit my arm to control the anger within me, the helplessness, the anguish. The taste of my blood seeps in my mouth. The creak of the door sounds in the quiet space and footsteps follow.
"Thought you might want something to eat," Peter said, his eyes flickering to my arm that still bled and showed where my canines had pierced through. "But it seems you're already full?" He raised a brow.
On the tray he held in his grip is a sandwich and sjuice. “I'm a grown man Peter, a sandwich?" I asked sarcastically, standing to my feet. My belly growled. I am hungry.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmPeter's lips twitched. "Rose is coming here soon to start the first round...you may not want a heavy meal during the process." I scoffed. "Fine. I'll eat the sandwich." I took the tray from him when he opened the door. He stared atintently. "You may not know it, or think that way, but you are lucky to cout of this with that punishment. Trust me...there are others who- "Died for less." I grumble with a mouthful, not even caring for manners. "How many times must I hear those words?" "Until you actually understand that you are lucky." He patted my shoulder and took the empty tray. "I'll cback with Rose when she's ready. In the meantget a little rest, you may need it before she begins." When he leaves, I am now once again surrounded in the dark quiet void. I hate it. A few minutes later and I heard the door creak open once more. Soft and heavy footsteps draw closer.
My eyes opened and I saw Rose standing there with Peter behind her.
The sympathy in her eyes madeclench my teeth. The last thing I want is for someone to stare atin pity. "Xade," she says gently with a small smile. "I'm Rose." I nod, standing up and dusting my hands. "Let's just get this over with." I sighed, my heart hurting knowing those last moments I had with Avery is being wiped out clean.
She looks atsilently, her green eyes readinglike an open book before her gaze sweep over to Peter. Can you leave us? Just for a few..." she looks back at me. "I need to talk to him privately.".
Peter gave her a skeptical look. “You know I cannot do that Rose." She reached out her hand and wrapped her fingers around his forearm. I saw him relax instantly and I raise my brows, intrigued. "Please, it will only take a minute.” Peter looked between the two of us in contemplation, the gears in his head moving. "Rose-
"Peter please. Just a minute." Her voice is a soft whisper as though she didn't want anyone else to hear. Peter let out a breath, looked between the two of us once more before nodding. "Fine. But only a minute."
He leaves the room reluctantly, his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor until the door creaked open and closed. When Rose heard the door shut, she turns to face me, her eyes now wide with alarm.
"Why do you want to speak toalone?" I voiced out my confusion and intrigue. I have never seen this e woman before, not familiar or acquainted with her in any way. So I am lost in why she wanted to speak toalone so urgently. As she steps closer to the steel bars, she gripped them with both hands tightly. I can see her skin turn white from the grip. "I know what she is to you. I saw it. I know she's your mate.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
