XANDER'S POV Everyone seems to be getting on my nerves recently. It was becoming quite a lot to bear but I had been at my best at keeping it in. However, this new development with Allen was not getting passed like water under the bridge. He had just one simple task to do as my beta but it would seem that he was beginning to grit my nerves. He was actually beginning to get wanting in my eyes as all he does now seemed like a jump from one suspicious move to another. The moment he had called me to inform me that the prisoner had escaped, I was practically vexed. I had been hoping for a distraction from Nicolette's questions but now I wish this was not the case. Hurriedly, I had taken my car as I was in no mood for a wolfie run tonight. I drove straight to our secret house which housed our dungeons. The moment I got there, I could see him standing out there looking worried. I had strong reasons to believe that he was just putting up the pathetic act to get enough pity from me.
NICOLETTE'S POV I had gone to bed the previous night quite upset and of course skeptical about my future. I could barely get a decent amount of sleep but somehow I knew that Laurel would be having a great time sleeping. With Xander suddenly leaving and my question about how long she would be staying with us unanswered, I had cause to be alarmed. Somehow, I knew he was not going to answer that question, call or no call. I could tell it from his eyes and how he had stared back at me when I spoke to him about it. It was sometime early this morning that I had actually woken up to an insistent knocking on my door. When I asked who it was, the maid responded that Xander was asking me to come down for breakfast. Breakfast? I quickly looked at my clock and was alarmed at what time it was already. Quickly I got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom to tidy up. My reflection in the mirror was nothing to write home about as it would seem even the heavens were playing tricks on me
NICOLETTE'S POV "Girl, are you stupid or something?" Zibs was telling me the moment I told her what the situation was over the phone. Perhaps you would think of me as a loser and a sorry ass loser at that but then what could I say, it was unbearable. I could not sit one exact minute with that wench and keep avoiding hitting her. She just had it in her to make one really pissed. When I had gotten to my room, the first thing I did was to free my hair from the bun I had done that morning which, if you must know, still hurts from how I held the center part and then I pulled off the ridiculous gown which she had beaten me to. In frustration, I threw the gown on the floor and found myself stomping on it. It was while stomping on it that it crossed my mind to call Zibelle. Perhaps, speaking to her would do me some great amount of good. Luckily for me, she did pick up and I told her what had happened. I explained everything from the scratch and then you could have guessed
LAUREL'S POV If triumph was a person, well that would be me actually. The moment I had walked in for breakfast that morning, I could tell the effect I had on all my audience. Actually, I had woken up a lot earlier and gotten ready but I needed to make the grand entry so I would have all eyes on me. Sincerely, I had no idea I would be having all eyes and soul on me but come on, that was part of my goals. I heard Nicolette's voice and I knew it was my cue to come inside. The way she had glared at me and how I had dressed made it obvious that I was winning but even more was the fact that Xander was flustered. The poor guy was being tortured and he could say nothing of it. I resisted the further urge to stop by and kiss him on the cheek. Time would definitely come for that soon enough. But for now, let's play the hot second fiddle. I sat down for breakfast directly opposite her and I could feel her pain. The poor darling, she certainly had spent some time working on her look that
NICOLETTE'S POV I had no idea that so much time had passed already and it was nearly lunch time. I panicked as I thought that my actions might begin to seem to Xander like I was slacking off my duties. Not like he had forced me to keep up with my duties but to think of it now, I already proclaimed that I would be making lunch. I looked into the mirror and stared back at the nightmare I had made of myself before deciding that I would freshen up a little before I go outside and accustom my new found nemesis. I took a little while brushing my hair but so as not to seem like a copycat, I had pulled it back behind me and held it in place with a ribbon. Sincerely, I was tempted to dress similar to her now that it seems like my husband prefers that sort of dressing but the reminder that ours was a marriage of convenience screamed through my mind. I had questions now for myself and for Xander which I knew I would never ask a soul. I needed to know if there was any possibility th
XANDER'S POV A lot was going on between the women right from breakfast time and I could tell there was a lot of bad blood between them both. Clearly, there was hate and strife between which I could not understand as I had made it clear to them where I stood. But then, if I was being honest with myself then I would have to admit to the fact that I had a series of conflicting thoughts in my head when I saw Laurel come out for breakfast. Clearly, Nicolette had noted my reaction which explained the reason why she had suddenly left the breakfast table. I had nothing to say but to ask her to go get some rest in good faith. I never had taken Laurel and her antics seriously when she suddenly put her feet against my groin area underneath the table. She had not noticed but my food got caught up in my chest that I had to take up my glass and drink from it. I could feel the internal male heat within me burn brightly as my erection became clear. She had noticed clearly that I was strug
NICOLETTE'S POV I turned my head to look at him and then back at her. I had no idea what I was going to say or perhaps I did but the thing is, I could not find the right way to express myself to him especially now that his mate was here without sounding like the jealous housewife. This lady certainly was driving me overboard and it was no longer fun to me. While I thought of what to say, it turned out that she had it all sorted out in her head, what she was going to say in her defense. "Oh Xander, thank goodness you are here." She started playing a victim. I was confused and lost as I looked around knowing well enough that no one here would be standing up for me. But wait, nothing actually happened right. I did not make any quarrel or drama with her that would bring about her dramatic display. I was fuming by now and I could tell well enough that I was fuming now and readjusted my face. I had to see where all this drama would be ending and even more importantly was what m
LAUREL'S POVI glared at the door and then it dawned on me that it would not have gotten this far had the pesky maid not interrupted. Now, it seemed to Xander that I was victimizing Nicolette. It did not sound fair at all, the way he had spoken to me and of course led her away by hand. The little wench, she let him take her hand readily and made a good show of my sadness by saying thank you to me. I had hoped really that when Xander had heard what was happening, he would have led me with him instead but here I was stuck in the kitchen like a little maid.My frown deepened when I turned to the maid."And who asked you to defend me?" I demanded."I'm really sorry,.my lady. I actually wanted to..." she began.I was infuriated."You wanted to what? Do you have any idea what you have done?" I demanded angrily."My lady, I only..." she was about to continue when she saw my glare.It was clear that I wanted to hear no more of her excuses. She went silent and I could feel the other ladies loo