Werewolf

Cercei's POV
Just like déj&agrave; vu, following that fateful night, we were once again expelled from the grand mansion, this time, it's permanent.
Vienna refused to let us retrieve any of our belongings; the guards callously dragged us out, throwing us onto the cold street with nothing but bloodied wounds.
As if matters couldn't deteriorate further, the heavens opened up, drenching us in relentless rain. We stood there, soaked and disheartened, in the middle of the bustling streets. My mother wept, repeating her apologies for the umpteenth time, while I stared blankly at the expanse of the sky above.
At this moment, I found myself incapable of shedding tears; my emotional reservoir had run dry. Exhaustion consumed me, preventing the expression of any sentiment. I had finally come to accept my unfortunate fate-a curse from the heavens, denying me the privilege of happiness.
I spent my wh

Cercei's POV 
"Hey, wake up," Mam&agrave; gently shook me, stirring me from my sleep. I rubbed my weary eyes and let out a sleepy yawn.
"Are we there yet?" I mumbled, still groggy and half-asleep.
She disregarded my question and focused on the peephole.
"We're almost there, sweetheart. We need to find a place to hide," she whispered urgently, searching our surroundings for a suitable spot.
"No," I immediately protested when she looked towards the box where the chickens used to be. We had eaten all of them, leaving nothing but poop and feathers behind.
"If someone spots us, we'll end up in jail, and Monsieur will bail us out, only to drag us back to that mansion. Before we know it, you'll be back to scrubbing floors."
I let out a resigned sigh.
"Fine."
The chicken box was far from spacious or comfortable, not to mention the overpowering stench it emitted. I had to pinch my nose and hold m

Emilia's POV (Cercei's Mam&agrave;) 
Flashback Of A Haunting Memory Of Painful Molestation
In a sudden outburst, Monsieur violently swept everything off his table, leaving a trail of chaos in his study room. Unsatisfied with this display of rage, he seized a nearby chair and hurled it against the wall, shattering the room's tranquillity.
Trembling with fear, I clamped down my tongue, determined to suppress any sound that might escape my lips. We were supposed to be studying, but Monsieur was consumed by a raging heat, a primal urge to find his mate and satiate his cravings. Every little thing set him off, eroding his patience and driving him toward the brink of insanity.
"Fuck!" he bellowed, snatching the bourbon bottle from the table and taking a long swig straight from its neck.
With only a quarter of the bottle remaining, he downed the entire contents and hurled it again, this time da

Cercei's POV
Just like déj&agrave; vu, following that fateful night, we were once again expelled from the grand mansion, this time, it's permanent.
Vienna refused to let us retrieve any of our belongings; the guards callously dragged us out, throwing us onto the cold street with nothing but bloodied wounds.
As if matters couldn't deteriorate further, the heavens opened up, drenching us in relentless rain. We stood there, soaked and disheartened, in the middle of the bustling streets. My mother wept, repeating her apologies for the umpteenth time, while I stared blankly at the expanse of the sky above.
At this moment, I found myself incapable of shedding tears; my emotional reservoir had run dry. Exhaustion consumed me, preventing the expression of any sentiment. I had finally come to accept my unfortunate fate-a curse from the heavens, denying me the privilege of happiness.
I spent my whole life longing to break free from that mansion. However, now that I've finally achieved my fr

Chapter 29 Out Of Hell