Winston's POVMarco had me leave the pack house for a while, he said I had some urgent business that I needed to attend to in the human world, and it turned out he was right.The associates of some of the men that this bitch's father worked for, had been trying to track down some of my wolves, wolves from my pack, and wolves that were under my protection.They were targeting them and trying to capture them and torture them into telling them our location.They wanted to pose a threat to my pack, they wanted to pose a threat to my whole pack, and I would never let that happen.Never.I have taken care of them, never to speak again and even if they did, they wouldn't have anything to say."I think you handled this well," Marco said. He was driving the car, his eyes were firmly on the road and I knew that he was catching bits of my thoughts as they floated around.I could also tell that he was feeling giddy, almost like he had the whole world at his feet and there was nothing that could p
Angelina's povI could feel the beating of my own heart, I could hear it pounding in my chest as I watched and waited.I had broken the vase.Winston would kill me because of that, even if it didn't mean anything to him in the first place. He would be mean to me and he would make me regret the fact that she even stepped foot into this room in the first place.But yet he was the one that had ordered me to work with the maids, and he was the one who also made sure that I washed his clothes. I didn't even want to believe for one second that the clothes I washed were for Winston.They smelt as bad as a pig's sty and if they were actually for Winston, I might not be so attracted to him anymore.For one, what did he do in those clothes to even make them that dirty, and secondly, how the hell would one person smell so bad?Did he roll in the sewers from time to time?My thoughts managed to calm me a bit and I looked around. I could see that almost all the maids were avoiding me like the plag
Angelina's POVI woke up in my bed.Thankfully I still had a bed.I don't think I was able to get up from the floor yesterday after I passed out. I actually passed out.I didn't want to move.I didn't want to breathe.I didn't want to go back to the person who broke my jaw with a simple slap.Thinking of the way he had hit me made my heart ache in a way I had never thought possible."You okay?"I turned around in alarm and looked at the other person that was obviously in the room. I hadn't even noticed that someone else was in the room.On a chair beside my bed sat someone, memory served me well at this moment and I remembered his name.Marco.Winston's lackey.The way he looked at me with pity in his eyes, the way he looked at me like I was something fragile that should be cherished, I didn't know when the tears started coming out again but they did.I started crying yet again and I felt like my heart would stop beating from the pain.Why the hell did he choose me?Why did he have to
Winston's POV"I'm so sorry my love.""I failed you.""I failed us.""I couldn't protect you.""I let them take you away from me and now even as you're gone. I don't know how to move on. I'm confused and tired. I'm lost without you, my love. I'm trying to be strong but I can't. I don't know how to be strong without you. I don't know how to live anymore."The words rang in my ears even as I said them. The tears that dropped from my eyes made me want to scream even more. The fact that I still felt so much pain even after all this just made me cry even more.I love my Christine.I loved her. I still love her. I would always continue to love her.Her death almost made me run mad. I had been hiding the grief for so long, trying to pursue vengeance for her and trying to make the ones who hurt her and took her away from me suffer. I had been succeeding but yet look at where it landed me.A shattered heart and a shattered vase.Christine loved this vase. We literally met because of it.My mem
Chapter 41Angelina's povThe fact that Winston didn't want me to go on my walk didn't annoy me as much as I had thought it would.I had sworn at him the moment he closed the door in my face. I wanted to do it loudly so he could hear me but then I had to rethink that.He would have hit me again.As much as I would have loved to act like the scared and fragile little rose when it comes to him, I think I can actually feel some sort of pity for him.Hearing him cry was a first.It would be the first time that I was seeing any man cry from sheer emotion, to be honest, and his words.His words made me want to hate him less.Even though he was hurt, his hitting me was uncalled for. It's something that I have never experienced before and I won't take it again, not from him and not from anyone else in this hell hole.I walked out of my room expecting to see men guarding the door. That is something Winston would have done if he was really determined to keep me in, but he wasn't and he was just
Winston's POV"I had a dream last night.''Marco looked at me."Oh yeah?""Yeah."I didn't know if telling Marco about the dream was the best course of action, but he was my beta and I could tell him anything. He had been really helpful with all the turmoil that I and the pack have been going through these past few weeks anyways so there should be no reason that I could not tell him.I was wary though.Marco seemed to feel the loss of my mate more than anyone else, he always egged me into doing something more horrible to the human girl and I didn't want to do anything more to her.Me hitting her was something that I didn't mean to do, even after all that I still felt a bit of shame at the fact that I was so crazed as to do something like that.Actually, I didn't feel a bit of shame, I felt a lot of shame.I needed to apologize to her for that, but she would probably not want to see me.She would hate my guts by now and I had also denied her going on that walk that she wanted to go on
Angelina's POV"So in this dream Ella I saw a woman, she came to me and asked me what my name was. I was going to run away before but then she told me to be relaxed and not be scared. She didn't tell me her name when I asked but she seemed to know Winston. She told me to love him with all I have. Can you believe that?"Ella only looked at me, a perplexed look on her face and her brows knitted together, she seemed to be thinking, and I guess it would be rational if she was thinking.I had also been thinking about this since the moment I woke up this morning.I could tell that the dream had been a pleasant one because I didn't wake up the moment it ended. A nightmare would have woken me up and it would have done more than make me feel relaxed when I woke up. I would have been shaking from fear but I wasn't in this case.I was okay when I woke up and I could remember every bit of the dream.She had come to me and she told me that I was special. That I was destined for something greater t
Angelina's POVFor the next few days, something unprecedented happened.I do not even have the words to describe how the change happened or why it happened, I could just feel that something had changed and it had.Something had changed indeed.I stood and watched as the vase was placed on the table. The same vase that I had been slapped for, the same thing that had caused me to face humiliation and feel like I was worth less than it.I mean sure, I could get the fact that the vase had a lot of sentimental value to him, but for him to slap me for it, maybe that was a bit too much.It wasn't even a maybe case anymore, it was too much, and I just sort of find it ironic now that the same vase has now been given to me, willingly by the man that hit me because of it."Isn't life beautiful, Ella?"She chuckled at the crazed look on my face and I ran my hands along the side of the vase. I held it like an egg. It was more precious than an egg even. I didn't even want to think about what Winsto