Camilla POVI stare at Isabella and I see myself just moments ago.She is not just a woman scorned. She is a mother fighting for her child. I turn to Hector, searching his face for answers. He looks like he has been slapped. He is clearly tongue tied and I don't know why that makes me happy. I fight a smile threatening to bloom in my lips. My eyes involuntarily meet with Alpha Theo's and he narrows them at me,as if sensing my joy.I must say, seeing a flustered and panicked Hector makes me want to giggle out loud. The smug expression he wears is gone and from the look of things,I doubt he even knew about the pregnancy.I get the feeling Isabella is lying about that part but does it concern me, absolutely not.“Isabella,” he says, his voice hoarse, almost panicked. “I didn’t know. I swear, I didn’t…” he starts. I narrow my eyes at him then turn to look at Isabella.“Liar!” Isabella snaps, stepping forward. Her voice is trembling with rage. “Don’t you dare stand there and lie to my face
Camilla POV “Won’t you wish me luck too, Father?”My stomach twists as I turn to see Hector striding toward us. His expression is a mix of confidence and defiance. Did I mention that there's no remorse in his eyes when he looks at me? He doesn't feel the least sorry after calling me a whore the other day. Infact,he has that annoying smirk on his face. My wolf lets out a low growl.I force my face to remain neutral, but my hands clench into fists at my sides. “Camilla,” he calls my name with that annoying smile. I don't say a word,just nod in acknowledgement. He is the last person I want to see right now but I also know that I can't avoid him. Not when we will be in the same room as a verdict for my case is given.Hector then greets his father with a respectful dip of his head. The ease with which he moves and the way he carries himself like he has already won. It makes my blood boil. I excuse myself, unable to stand his presence a moment longer. I make my way to the meeting hall.A
Theo POVIt's been two days and the weight of the conversation I had with my son presses against my chest like a stone I can’t dislodge. I can still hear his desperate plea to help him save his bond with Camilla. But that's not all,I have been fighting against my wolf since that night.I have been the Alpha of this pack for over two decades, and I have faced challenges that would break lesser men. Starting from rival packs, rogue attacks, betrayals. But this? This tangled mess involving my son, Camilla and I feel like a knot I can't untangle. My wolf has never been this restless, not even when I took countless women in my bed over the years. But thinking about Hector and Camilla getting back is getting him all riled up.He is brooding, always snarling at me when thoughts of stopping what I have with Camilla crosses my mind.It has me thinking, what do I feel for Camilla exactly?Is it love? Or just lust? Or simply the protective instinct of an Alpha for a pack member who’s been lik
Hector POVI slam the car door shut, the sound echoing in the quiet night. My hands are shaking and my heart is pounding so hard it feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest. Whore. The word I threw at Camilla keeps replaying in my head. I didn’t mean it. I swear I didn’t. But the look on her face,her eyes wide with shock, then narrowing with pain and fury. It cuts deeper than anything I have ever felt. I hurt her. Again. And this time, it feels like I have broken something I can’t fix.I grip the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white as I speed away from the city. The image of Camilla standing there with her tears threatening to spill, her voice shaking as she told me to get out. It’s ingrained into my mind. I was supposed to apologize,to congratulate her after her exams,to make things right between us. But instead, I let my anger take over. I let my jealousy over that smug bastard Logan twist me into someone I don’t even recognize. She said she’s moving on. Moving on. The
Camilla POV “Why? So that you wouldn’t go out with that bastard?” Hector's words hit me like a slap,his voice dripping with venom.His roar echoes in the quiet house, and my heart stumbles in my chest. I stare at him, at his figure looming by the sofa. His eyes are blazing with something dark and angry. My frown deepens, and a spark of irritation ignites inside me. Who does he think he is?“What’s wrong with you?” I snap, dropping the lilies and stuffed wolf onto the couch a little bit too harsh.My voice is sharp, cutting through the tension in the room. “Who do you think you are, questioning what I do or who I’m with?” I scream at him. I can feel flames of anger roaring deep inside me, threatening to set my whole body ablaze.Hector’s jaw tightens and he steps closer. He has his fists clenched at his sides. His familiar scent floods my senses, but it doesn’t comfort me like it used to. Not anymore. “I hate it, Camilla,” he growls, his voice low but filled with rage. “I hate seeing o
Camilla povAfter we leave the amusement pack,Logan drives us to the black market as per my earlier request.“ I hear that it's easy to get lost here.” I state and Logan nods.“ Very possible. So you better stick close.” He replies with a smirk. I nudge his shoulder playfully.“ I can find you anywhere. I just need to find your scent.” I argue and Logan smiles.When we set foot at the market,I am amazed by the sprawling maze of stalls and vendors. The whole market feels tucked into a corner of the city. It makes it feels like a world of its own. The air is thick with the scents of every kind of street food—grilled meats, spicy noodles, name it all. Lanterns hang above the narrow pathways, giving it a traditional vibe. I didn't know something so magical was here in the city all along.Modern street lights are also erected everywhere,casting a warm glow over the spread of people, chaos and sounds. Vendors call out, hawking everything from handmade jewelry to knockoff designer bags to