KIARA I opened my eyes slowly, blinking to clear the blur in my vision. "Hey."A small smile curled my lips at the sight of Denzel, who was gazing at me with warmth in his eyes."Are you feeling alright?" He asked, reaching out to place a hand on my forehead. "I'm okay. What happened?" I asked as he brushed my hair away from my face. "You don't remember? We were in the garden when you suddenly had some kind of episode. Your power was straining for release," he said. I glanced around the room, realizing that we were in his room, and I was lying on his bed. "I...passed out?" I asked, and he nodded, his eyes filled with concern."I made sure that you were properly examined by the healers. They told me that you have a seal on your powers. Until you get it off, you might have more episodes."I stared at him, puzzled. "A seal?" I breathed. The thought that all along, the reason why I'd been unable to access my powers was because of some seal felt far-fetched."We will figu

DENZEL It happened in a blur. One moment, I was trapped at the back of my mind; the next moment, I was back in control, my hand hovering in midair. I stared down at my mate, blood draining from my face at the sight of how terrified she looked. She was trembling with fear. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and her face was as white as sheets. Slowly, I dropped my hand and took a step backwards, bile rising up the back of my throat.Nausea swept through me, and I stumbled away from Kiara, rushing into the bathroom to throw up. I was sick with both rage and despair. Adam had dared to use my body to try to hurt my mate. If I had been a second too late, she could have gotten hurt. "Denzel?! Is that you?" Kiara's voice broke the silence, riddled with a mix of concern and confusion.The air was thick with tension as she approached. I didn't want her near me. I was too ashamed and appalled by my own foolishness. If only I'd asked her to leave the moment she'd walked in. "Denzel! Are you alri

KIARA Melissa's claws sank into the curve of my shoulder, and I jabbed my elbow into her stomach, knocking the air out of her lungs. She stumbled backwards, clutching at her stomach, a mixture of pain and fury brewing in her eyes."You got stronger," she commented, her eyes darkening. "Of course I did." My retort dripped with defiance. My hands seized a white bathrobe off its hanger by the wall. In swift motions, I wrapped the robe around me and tied the sash around my waist with my gaze fixed on Melissa.Fueled by rage, she launched another attack. I dodged her blows, maneuvering her towards the tiled wall. The impact left a vivid red stain on the wall as she collided with it, the metallic smell of blood permeating the air. Hostile hisses escaped her lips as she struggled to her feet, half blinded by the blood now flowing down her face. "I'll kill you. I'll fucking kill you, you hear me!" She screamed at me, flashing her blood-stained fangs at me.I should have felt fear. I

KIARA Cassy managed to help me serve quite a delicious meal to my mate. Even so, I couldn't tell him I'd taken part in the cooking. I went to bed late that night. Denzel had been busy with some work in his study. Therefore, I fell asleep without him.When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a rocky terrain with unyielding mists. The sky was cloudy, and the air was chilly. I furrowed my brows, puzzled. This strange terrain didn't seem like a mere dream. There was a feeling of deja vu gnawing at me. This place reminded me of Lucas. Was this another trick of his? There was no way he had sneaked into my mind despite Denzel's imprint, right? "What did you do? I couldn't enter your mind for a while," a familiar voice spoke from behind me, and I curled my hands into fists, frustration bubbling up inside of me. Speak of the devil. Taking a deep breath, I turned around to see Lucas standing there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his black pants. He wasn't wearing a shirt, an

KIARA "You have to leave before my father returns, do you understand?" He asked me, his dark eyes wide. I gulped. I should be afraid of the danger in his eyes. I shouldn't have hesitated. But seeing him covered in blood was hurtful. And it hurt even more, knowing that I couldn't do anything to help him. "Snap out of it, Kiara. I won't die from all of this. You've been feverish since last night, this place is not safe for you," he said. This time his gaze was softer. I'd always wondered why his voice had a certain maturity to it. I knew he was older than me by a couple of years. Even so, he spoke as though he was centuries old. I found it fascinating. "Do you not hear me?" I sighed, lowering my gaze."What about you? That man won't stop hurting you. How can we escape this place when there's no door or window?" I asked. He reached out to take a hold of my hand in a loose grip. His bloodied fingers stained mine, but I did not feel disgusted. "Trust me, will you?" He whispered