Chapter Thirty-Nine(Angel's POV)

Alphas Hated Mate.

Angel's POV

My mother would tell me there's love and then there's LOVE, the first one is smitten, cute roses and sunshine. It gives you butterflies and kisses the pain away while the second on is skin deep, it is intense, it exists in the innermost part of your bones. It's dark and malicious, it doesn't give you butterflies, it cuts out your oxygen supply.

What Adrian and I have is the second one. I don't know how it happened but I fell in love with every bit of him and no one will ever understand how deeply we love each other, especially not his sister.

Mirabelle is a brat, an entitled spoiled rotten to the core type of brat. She's used to getting her way, always has and always will. Previously she'd often get whatever she wanted because she was the princess of the pack and now she's worse. At least back then, her mother, the fire-luna would tell everyone not to give in or treat her differently but Adrian wouldn't let anyone but himself put her in her