ANGELIQUE'S POVAs I enter Phoenix's room, I can't shake the feeling that someone else is in the house. I tuck him into bed and then go to my own room, where I find him lying on my bed with his shoes still on. I open my mouth to say something, but the words escape me. I sit down next to him, folding my legs and facing him. "Good evening, Alpha," I say. He looks at me and sighs. "Whenever I'm around you, all my worries seem to vanish. I was concerned about Phoenix, so I thought coming here would ease my mind," he replies. I smile at him. "So that gives you the right to sit on my bed with your dirty shoes?" He looks away, mumbling something under his breath. I grab a pillow and toss it at him. "I'm too tired to argue today," I say with a frown. "Why?" I ask, not that I really care, but if I want to win Bane over to my side instead of against me, I need to pay attention to every little detail. "I want to build a strip club on the land I acquired, but I can't because everything I ow
CAROL'S POVIt has been four years since my brother, the beta, and the Pack members abandoned me here to perish, but I have learned to endure everything, including the harsh winter mornings. This cottage had no windows, so I gathered wood to create makeshift ones, doing everything I could to make this place feel like home. I crawled out of bed, even on days I felt as if I were dying. There were moments when the thought of becoming a rogue crossed my mind, and times when I contemplated ending my life. And yet death still didn't want welcome me.But here I am today, standing in front of the one person Iāve been observing from afar for the past few yearsāthe source of my daily pain due to his intimacy with others. I despise him, yet now that he is right in front of me, looking so perfect, I find myself questioning whether I truly hate him. His handsome face resembled a Greek sculpture, with deep features and an irresistible slender figure. He was like other men, yet distinctly differen
BRENTON'S POVAs I walk down the hallway, I run into Phoenix, and we exchange a fist bump. I notice some purple marks on his neck and chuckle, thinking about the fuss his sister will make. Iāve been so caught up in Pack matters that I forgot to remind the omegas to keep an eye on his plate. I was also allergic to carbs at his age. I realize heās having an allergic reaction. Too much starch and sugar keeps him hyperactive; he wonāt be able to fall asleep and let Angelique help him. He needs to sleep to heal. I find myself standing at the door of someone Iād rather not see. Just as Iām about to turn back, I remember the scene Iāll have to face. But then a vision of Phoenix and Angelique flashes in my mind, and I canāt bear to see them in pain, so I knock twice. A tired-looking figure appears when she opens the door, and I let out a sigh. Every time I see her, she seems to be fading away. I look away before she notices the concern in my eyes and step back, glancing down. āHi,ā I fi
I take a quick look at myself in the mirror, and once Iām happy with my appearance, I head out. I make my way to the Pack house, which is quieter than usual. I can hear raised voices coming from his study, so I quietly tiptoe over. āShut up!ā he slams his hand on the table, startling me even though Iām outside. I canāt help but wonder who is being yelled at. āOne simple task: keep watch over her, and you fail.ā āAlpha, we should be grateful sheās not dead,ā a familiar voice says, but I canāt quite place it. āThen where is she!?ā The room goes silent. āHere I am,ā I whisper to myself. āAlpha, I think we should let them search for now. If sheās still not found afterā¦ā He bangs the table again, and I canāt help but chuckle. āItās only a pity; I canāt laugh any louder than this,ā I think as I continue to eavesdrop. "She has to be found!!" he shoutsāAlpha, Iām sorry,ā the voice says. āWho is this idiot? He has the dumbest ideas, and the dumbest mouthā I mutter under my breath. ā
ANGELIQUE'S POV **ANGELIQUE'S FLASHBACK** It was an extremely cold winter, and their foster parents had left Angelique and her brother Phoenix on their own. Without sufficient warm clothing, she gathered all the blankets they had, tucked her little brother in, and climbed in next to him. The warmth was soothing, ensuring they wouldn't catch a cold. As she began to drift off to sleep, she heard an elderly voice calling her name. "Angelique!" She thought it was just a dream, but the voice called again, "Angelique!" Sitting up, she half-shouted, "What?" "It is a privilege to have you as my grandchild and to guide you," the voice said, leaving her somewhat puzzled. "I donāt have grandparents; Iām adopted," she replied. "I know, dear, but I am your biological grandmother," the voice clarified. "Where are you?" she asked boldly. "Iām dead; I exist in your mind now," the voice answered. "Why have you come into my mind?" "The spirits have chosen you. You must be
ANGELIQUE'S POVI hurried inside Bane's study, I knew I was up for unnecessary interrogation.I wipe away imaginary tears, sniff, and lift my head. "You injured ten of my men," He says with a frown.Should I be smiling at them? They wanted to fight me too. "I donāt understand. Was I supposed to dance with them?" I raise my voice at him. Brenton and the trainer chuckle. "No, you were meant to fight back; you left most of them half-dead." I nod. "Clearly, you need to fire this one; he's useless. What has he been teaching them if ten of them were taken down by a female werewolf?" I ask."That I'm a werewolf in name only, without a wolf like theirs; all they know how to do is growl. Is that all you teach them?" I question the trainer. "That's not the main issue. The issue is, you hurt them, and I already have families calling. Luckily, they canāt sue me." I roll my eyes. Itās his problem that heās getting calls. "How is that my concern? Just tell me what matters to me, like the pric