LOGINMy parents lived in a distant Pack, with less development and very few members. I arrived here at noon. It was a very long distance and I was already too famished.
The houses were very underdeveloped and the rocky roads made it even harder for me to drag my suitcases along. I couldn't take a cab, I had already exhausted my money.
My dress was drenched with sweat and I was panting so hard. My eyes searched hard for the building that my family was living in.
Knowing they were living in a place this horrible made my stomach churn. They used to live in Brent's pack until he made them leave with the excuse that I'd find it hard adjusting to living with him if they were close.
He also restricted me from visiting them so it's been a good eight years since I last saw my parents and my kid sister. They wrote to me a few times and added their address, hoping I'd come. That was how I knew what address I was looking for.
A couple of aged women stared at me as I walked past them. I mumbled some greetings but they just nodded. It was like they knew who I was. And they were gossiping about it.
I need to brace myself for it though. Because when Brent finally announces his divorce to the Pack, the whole region will be talking about it.
I finally got to the address of my family's residence and my heart dropped at the sight of the building. It was definitely the worst of all the houses I've walked past.
The cracked walls would collapse if a storm dared to happen around here. We had a better house back at Brent's Pack. Why didn't he just let my family live there?
Why throw them down here to suffer like this? And the fact that I never questioned his order makes me feel even worse right now. The fact that I still loved him regardless makes me feel like a sellout.
I rang the old creaky doorbell and in a minute, the door opened. Mother popped out her head and her eyes widened as she saw me.
“Evangeline?”
“Hi, Mother.” I greeted with a sad smile.
She stepped outside, assessing me with happy, teary eyes. “My dear…”
I couldn't hold back my sob as we hugged so tightly. I needed this hug. I've needed it for the past eight years that I lived in misery in Brent's mansion.
Mother helped me with my luggage as we went inside. If I thought the outside of the building was horrible, then the inside was even worse.
It was just a large hall, decorated with curtains. There was a dining room, a kitchen, a bathroom, and only one bedroom. The little space that was tragically a living room had just one couch.
Father stepped out of the kitchen and he was shocked to see me.
“Are my eyes deceiving me or is my Evangeline really standing in front of me?”
“Father…” I cried out loud, hugging him. My kid sister entered the house a minute later and broke into tears as she saw me. We hugged longer than I hugged my parents.
They helped me put out my luggage at the corner of the house. Mother made me sit as she served me a mild porridge. I ate it with so much gratitude and urgency..
When I was done, she was sitting next to me. It was clear she had a million questions for me, as I do for her.
She began first. “What happened, dear? Why are you with your bags?”
“Brent and I are divorced. We're no longer mates.” I announced. They all glanced at each other before Mother pushed another question.
“What happened? What left you with no other choice that you had to agree to divorce him?”
That question made me sob deeply. She knew how much I loved him. She knew I'd never divorce him, regardless of any mess he put me through. She knew I was hopelessly in love with him. So hopelessly that I was willing to throw everything away for him, including my family.
She must have been ashamed of me.
Like to prove me wrong, she pulled me into a hug, letting me cry on her shoulder.
“Whatever happened, Evangeline, I hope you know that we don't hate you. And we don't blame you for whatever hardships you faced.”
“He…never loved me, Mother. Not even a little bit.” I sobbed, clutching her arms even harder.
“But we love you. So don't think about it too much and stay with us. We'll be fine, as long as we're together.”
I pulled away, taking another look at the miserable state of the house.
“The people of this Pack hate us because we're strangers. This is the only building they let us have.” Father explained like he could read my thoughts.
He looked more stricken than the last time I saw him.
“But what about the money Alpha Brent sends monthly? Why couldn't you renovate the house a little bit?”
Mother looked at me weirdly. “ What monthly allowance?”
“Huh?” I looked at Father, and even he looked just as shocked.
“We never got any allowance,” Father affirmed.
That was both shocking and painful. Brent sold off my family's properties. He made them go far away because he claimed it wouldn't be good for our union.
He promised he was always gonna send them money every month to make up for the properties he sold off.
So all this time, he didn't? He lied to me? He planned on starving my family to death?
How cruel could he be?!
And to think I'm carrying his child! Maybe I should get rid of it. What's the point of having the child of a man who was both cold, cruel, and a monster??
*
Nine Months Later
“Push, Ma'am. They're twins. You need to try harder!” The nurses yelled.
Mother held my hands strongly. I was screaming in agony. There was no way I'd survive this.
The piercing cries from my newborn babies filled the room and the yelling from the nurses stopped.
Mother's grip on my hand softened and I could hear her whispering softly to me. But I was drifting away. The darkness was calling.
I said a quick prayer before it completely covered me — please give me another chance. I promise I'll choose myself and my family over any man. Give me the chance to make him regret treating me the way he did.
In this lifetime, give me another chance, please…
Carolina’s cries didn’t last long. Because they were all just as Brent had guessed. Her breath soon began to steady and her anger slowly pulled her back together. She wiped her face with shaky hands and then stood up before storming towards the bedroom, shocked that he hadn't come to console her when she was crying. He just left her there to cry and it hurt her so much. She hated it. But first of all she needed to know if her plans had worked. She didn't look at him on her way out. She didn't say a word. But the moment the door slammed behind her, everything in her chest exploded again. She grabbed her phone from the bed and dialed fast, so fast she almost dropped it. She paced the room like a trapped animal, her fingers shaking and her eyes with that sharp, wild look in them. When the line connected, she didn't even breathe before yelling out the words in a furious whisper. "Why the fuck didn't you get Evangeline and the kids?!" The man on the other end of the phone hesitate
BRENTShe looked somewhat bothered but I didn't give a fuck. "Why do you care this much about us, Brent?" My face squeezed into a frown immediately. "What do you mean why do I care this much?" I turned my head and looked at her for a moment. And that's when I realised that she never ever trusted or believed me. Everything that ai had said to her about wanting her, about protecting her from any harm whatsoever seemed to have gone in through one ear and went out through the other. She thought I was bluffing. I nodded and said. "I care because you used to care for me, until I fucked up everything. Yeah, that's one. And the other reason I care is because I am supposed to. You're my mate and those are my kids, and I'm going to kill myself if anything happens to you or them. It's a shame I can't take you back with Mr because that's what I would have done, considering everything that had happened these past few days." Her eyes softened and then she nodded. She would t meet my gaze now.
BRENTI had a very long rest and when I woke up that evening, I went into the bathroom for a bath to wash out the sweat. My wounds were almost done healing so I unwrapped the bandages she'd put there. There were just two light marks on my arm and side now. However, when I walked out of the bathroom in my shorts, shirtless, I was shocked when I saw the kids standing there. They didn't seem bothered, instead they noticed the marks on my body right away. Tessa gasped, and asked the question before I could even cover it. "What's that?" Trent's eyes narrowed like he knew more than he should. "You're hurt." I forced a calm breath. I didn't want to scare them. "It's fine. It's just a scrape." Tessa was already walking towards me, seemingly more in awe than concerned. She reached out and I had to bend for her to touch and feel it. She looked back at Trent and flashed him a smile. "It's okay. It doesn't hurt." I replied. "How did you get that?" Trent asked after touching it. "I ran
BRENTIt was soft, it was slow... and we were in that position for a few seconds before her breath caught in her throat. She froze for a second, like her mind couldn't keep up with what was happening. Then she tried to pull back, but not fast enough. My lips brushed hers one more time, this time it was a side press that made my whole body tense. She gasped and jerked away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed deep red. "Brent," she whispered, almost angry now. "Don't." I didn't care. And I didn't apologise for it. I couldn't. Not when her hand was still gripping my arm like she didn't want me to let go. Not when she was this close to me and her scent drove me crazy, wrapping around like heat and safety and home. All I wanted at that moment was more of that, and she seemed to like it because she didn't pull away immediately. I looked at her slowly, breathing hard as a smile flashed across my face. She looked away and shook her head like I was being difficult. "Thank you," I said. "I
BRENTI woke up to the pain shooting down my arm and my side. It was a heavy, hot kind of pain. And it made my vision blur and my heartbeat pound against my ribs like it was trying to escape. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking past the fog. The hallway lights were too bright and for a second I couldn't remember where I was because of the overwhelming pain. Then everything rushed back at once. The fight..the gunshots. The last man lifting his weapon toward me and the burn of the bullet tearing across my side. Shit... I really let myself get sloppy. I groaned and pushed myself up on one elbow. My arm instantly screamed but I ignored it. My wolf was already pushing the healing through my veins. But the wound was deep. I could feel it. The blood had soaked through the shirt and down my side now. I put pressure on the cut on my arm. Blood squished between my fingers. "Fuck!" I growled. "Alpha! Alpha Brent!" Two guards ran toward me from the far end of the hallway, both of them brea
BRENTThen I turned and walked out. My wolf was already pacing inside me, already stretching, already sharpening every sense and getting me ready to go after these fuckers. They were after her again, like they had done during the last assassination attempt that killed her men. She would have been history if I hadn't jumped in to save her. The hallway outside, despite the four guards standing there, was too quiet beside nobody moving a muscle. They were all waiting, well positioned in their tactical girl. "Report. How many men are here for us?" "Four. They were spotted on stairwell security cam. All armed." The guard right in front of the formation answered. "They are on floor fifteen... sixteen now." "What about civilians? Is there any chance they're going to get mixed up in this. I wouldn't want that." "No." He said. "They have all been advised to stay in the rooms and not come out until they receive a formal notice. We also triggered the smoke alarm on the lower levels." Goo







