“You can’t stay here, Zique. You won’t fully recover. It’s been more than a week. And Kiara...you need to get back to your senses so you can set her free.”“Free?” Zique looked around the room. “She doesn’t want to be free...she keeps coming back here.”“Not again, Zique.” Zique smiled, his eyes seeming distant. “Sometimes she’s nice. She smiles at me, holds me...but then...” he hugged himself, the little twitch of his lips slowly wavering. “Then she picks up that knife again...that bloody knife and she kills me over and over again with it.”“She said she’s sorry. She told me she was.”“If she was sorry, she wouldn’t keep doing it again.” He looked down at his side where he knew the scars she left was. His shirt was covering them, but they were there. His Kiara...his princess...she stabbed him twice.Though he lived through it, he felt dead. Every time he thought of her, his mother’s face would replace hers...that snake, it was probably her who possessed Kiara...that evil woman who b

Zique’s steps were slow as he walked towards the door. He had suffered himself enough, too much. The reason he had done what he had was for the pack and yet he was neglecting them by regretting his actions.He lived, he should be proud, but what was there to really be proud of?If he hadn’t doubted the bond he shared with Kiara, he would’ve known the curse was broken and the pain he had forced her through wouldn’t have been necessary. But still, was that enough for her to try killing him?Yes, he had been harsh, he called her useless, told her to reject him...but...but...Zique clenched his jaws, twisting at the knob. He should just forget about it, the memories of that night, he should never bring them up again. They had been torturous enough; that look of rebellion that had been in her eyes, that strong scent of vengeance that had drifted from her, it was enough to throw him in a pit of agony.This all needed to stop, this struggle to be happy needed to come to an end. There was no

Zique took up the bottle of water on the seat beside him, gulping down more than a half of it as he watched Damion and Gabe goof around on the field. The idiots hadn’t much long finished sparring and now Damion was trying to get Gabe to have a ‘push up’ competition with him. It wouldn’t happen, Gabe was already done for the day...all he wanted now was a nice plate of food before going straight to bed. He was lucky he could sleep whenever he wanted, but it was different and difficult for Zique. He barely slept and when he actually did sleep, it was tremendously forced. He wasn’t on sleeping pills, but he sometimes wish he was. Day time was basically the only time he got for himself at night...everything was about Kiara...his thoughts were just as betraying as she was. No matter how hard he tried, they kept going straight back to her. Her beauty had always been something that captivated him, but now he could see the ugliness beneath it. If it weren’t for Gabe, he wouldn’t have gotten

Zique looked towards Damion who walked casually into Gabe’s room where he was still staying. His hands were in his pockets, eyes squinted into tiny beads. “What exactly are you planning? And you went and saw Kiara, right? How is she?Zique shrugged. “I’m not planning anything major.”“And Kiara...?”“She’s fine.”“Fine...? I don’t think she is. Gabe is right, though I already contacted Shontelle I don’t think you should go through with whatever you’re planning. I haven’t yet forgiven Kiara for what she did to you, but I’m sure if you end up breaking her, you’ll break too.”“Me? Break? Do you think I’m weak?” Zique stood up from the bed, stepping closer to Damion. “Nothing like that will happen to me, so I’d suggest you mind your business.”“Zique I...at least listen to what I have to say fir—”Zique’s shoulder bumped harshly against his as he walked towards the door. “I don’t want to hear it, keep it to yourself.”“Ziqu—!”Zique walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him, he wou

WARNING: This chapter contains scenes that may be sensitive to some people; sexual harassment and thoughts of suicide and death...Thread carefully.(╯︵╰,) _ _ ‘Its not about what you want, it’s more about what I want and I want nothing to do with you. I’m done, you have nothing that I want. You already showed me your true intentions, why should I let you out so you can stab me again? Do you think I’m a fool?’ The words lived in Kiara’s mind even now... He was done... He wanted nothing to do with her... She had nothing to give him. The words were clear and Kiara understood them, but in a sense she didn’t. Why? Why was Zique done with her? Why did he want nothing to do with her? Why could she give him nothing? Why would he think she’d ever stab him again? She’d never do it, not again...she now knew how wrong she had been, how cruel, but how could he just end it? How could he let go of her when he promised he wouldn’t? Kiara wiped under her eyes, realizing that there were no