Chapter 82 Chapter 81
Alpha king Kieran.
He stared at me for a while before eventually conceding. "Yes, your majesty." He muttered, his voice low. He bowed once more, before turning and walking away, leaving me alone in the corridor. Taking a deep breath, I pushed the door open and walked in. The place had already been scrubbed clean and was sparkling as well. It held no traces of my past misery.
Pushing myself away from the door, I walked to the full length mirror in the room and stared at myself, the cut marks lining up my arms, the blood on my body and the matted hair that stuck to my dsce. Horrible was an understatement of how I looked and felt and I wanted to scrub myself clean of the horrors that had clung my skin.
She already knows, my wolf, Xavier spoke to me, it's vkiuct low and filled with reasoning. "Even it's just a little, she already knows about us. You might as well tell her everything." It added and I let out a sigh.
But, what if she doesn't accept us? I asked it, filled with apprehension.
We won't know until we tell her. Get us out of this misery. She wants to help us, tell her. She's our second chance mate. No one else would do. I took a deep breath, hardening my resolve. My wolf is right, she indeed knows about us. It shouldn't hurt to tell her.
I just hope she listens and understands.
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Evelyn.
After leaving the secluded chambers, my steps felt heavy, and I couldn't shake the lingering heaviness that clung to my heart. The encounters with Alpha King Kieran had become a tumultuous rollercoaster, where our emotions danced on a precarious edge. As I ventured through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn't help but replay the last few days in my mind.
It was Amaris who found me first, her gentle eyes catching the traces of tears on my cheeks. Without a word, she enveloped me in a comforting embrace, her warmth soothing my wounded spirit. She understood the torment I'd been through. Her presence alone, a balm to my pain. I cried into her shoulders, my body hurting.
"It's okay. Everything is going to be alright." She cooed, patting my hair reassuringly. "I'm here for you, Evelyn," she whispered, her words like a lifeline in the storm. I pulled away from the hug and she cleaned off my tears, smiling gently at me. "Come on, Let's get you cleaned up and have something to eat." She said.
Her kindness overwhelming me and I nodded gratefully, allowing her to lead me to a chamber where I could wash away the signs of distress etched on my face. She prepared a hot bath for me, helping me into the water and offered to wash me. I tried to refuse but she insisted and eventually I gave in, too exhausted to argue. The water felt warm against my skin, washing away the anguish of the past days. After that, delicious food were brought in and we sat down to eat. The simple act of eating and sharing a meal with Amaris offered a moment of peace away from my tumultuous thoughts.
Kieran had resumed his duties as the Alpha King, yet his silence spoke volumes. He didn't call on me, leaving me to grapple with my own thoughts. His absence was like a void, a heartache that I couldn't ignore. I had done what I could, and I tried to move on, hoping that time would heal our wounds. At least, that was the conclusion i came to.
The night sky loomed above, painted with a myriad of stars, as I reclined in my own crib. The sense of emptiness was overwhelming, and I tossed and turned, restless and yearning for something I couldn't name. My emotions, like a tempest, raged within, and I felt helpless in the face of it all.
Finally, I was summoned. A message from the Alpha King. My heart raced as trepidation took hold. Getting out of bed, I quickly wore my clothes and followed the guard that had come to call for me. I had expected to go to his normal chambers, so when I was lead in the route leading to the secluded, my heart began pounding in my chest as goosebumps rose on my skin.
As I ventured into the secluded chambers once more, I couldn't escape the suffocating aura that seemed to intensify with each step. The mere knowledge of what this place held was enough to make my skin crawl. It was as if the very walls bore witness to the agony and torment that had unfolded within these bleak confines over the years. I shuddered at the thought of the horrors that had transpired here, the stains of suffering that marred the cold, unforgiving stone.
This room, a separate section within this chamber of nightmares, was a place of unparalleled dread. My senses were immediately assaulted by the sight of an array of torture devices, each one more menacing than the last. Iron maiden cages loomed like monstrous sentinels, their sharp, menacing edges promising agony. The rack, a cruel instrument of torment, stood as a grotesque reminder of past cruelties. Torture wheels, their rusted spokes gnashing together, whispered sinister tales of pain and suffering. My gaze darted to the array of whips that adorned the brick walls and I swallowed, sweat beading my forehead.
The air was heavy with a metallic tang, a haunting scent that seemed to linger, as if unwilling to disperse. It clung to my senses, reinforcing the chilling reality of the room's purpose. The very atmosphere was tainted with suffering, like an unseen presence, a malevolent spirit that watched and waited.
The dim, flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the cold stone walls. The dancing flames, their warm glow extinguished by the oppressive gloom, only deepened the sense of foreboding. The feeble light offered no solace, no refuge from the overwhelming dread that clawed at my chest.
There he stood, the Alpha King himself, at the center of the room, standing in front of cross-like restraint. My hands grew clammy with sweat and I feel myself trembling. "Master... You summoned me." I croaked out, my voice, barely more than a whisper as I dropped my gaze to the ground, tears blurring my vision.
Fear consumed me as I waited in the silence of that room. The trepidation was palpable, as I couldn't help but wonder if Kieran's intent was to subject me to the same horrors that had befallen others in this place. The chains that adorned the walls seemed to whisper tales of anguish, their cold, unyielding presence serving as a cruel reminder of the suffering that had unfolded here.
Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I awaited Kieran's voice. My heart raced, my breaths shallow and trembling.
Then, his voice, tinged with vulnerability, began to narrate the harrowing story of his past. His words, like shards of glass, pierced my soul.
"My mother died when I was born," he confessed, his voice heavy with guilt.