♡Arielle’s POV♡ “Mom!” I gasped, and Brielle and I quickly jumped to our feet. ‘How long has she been there? Did she hear everything?’ I stared at her. The cold glare she sent my way told me she did. “Mom, I… I c-can explain.” I stuttered as my heart thumped harder with each slow step she took towards me. I wanted to help her, but the look on her face froze me in my place. “Mom, I—” *Slap* The collision of her palms hitting my cheek echoed through the room. It wasn’t hard because of her health, but it didn’t need to be. The emotional pain I got from the slap surpassed any physical pain I could have gotten. “Mom!” Brielle gasped, and I remained quiet with my hand on my cheek as I stared at my feet. I deserved it. I had betrayed her. I had done the one thing I had sworn not to do. “I knew what you told me this afternoon was a lie with the way Brielle was acting, but I never expected this.” She snarled, and I flinched. She did notice. How did I not notice that she did? I underes
♦Raphael’s POV♦ “Arielle!” I gasped as Arielle walked into the hotel, looking dishevelled and beat down. I jumped up from the chair I was lounging on and rushed towards her. Her eyes were red and puffy, and even though she tried to look like she wasn’t crying a few minutes ago, it was obvious. When she suddenly called me and said she was coming over to the hotel, I knew something was wrong with how shaky her voice was. I never expected her to look so distraught. My wolf growled, threatening to burst free. The instinct to pick her up in my arms and pamper and pet her till her mood turned better, then release my fury in who ever hurt her waged war in me, but I subdued it. What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling that way about her? “Are you okay? What happened to you?” I asked, taking the suitcase she was pulling from her; thankfully, she didn’t protest. “Can we please move the date we’re leaving? Maybe tomorrow or next?” She whispered, sniffling a little bit. ‘Wasn’t she devastate
♦Raphael’s POV♦“Thank you for yesterday, and I’m sorry for being moody.” Arielle’s meek voice from beside me broke my attention from the clouds outside the window, and I snapped my head towards her. She avoided my gaze and paid attention to the book in her hand.I stared at her, wondering if she had actually said that or if I had imagined her voice. That was the first and longest statement she had made to me throughout the day. Since she had woken up to the time we boarded the plane, she had replied to all my conversations with ‘ok’, ‘sure’, ‘alright’, and ‘yes’. The best I had gotten from her was ‘I’m fine’, nothing else, nothing more.She had kept quiet, with a solemn look on her face and her head in her book. Honestly, I had prepared for her to treat me that way till the end of the day, and I couldn’t blame her. The wound of her being disowned was still fresh, as was the fact that she was moving to a new place with a man she met in just a few days. She needed space to get used to
♦Raphael’s POV♦“We will land in the next twenty minutes, so here, wear this.” I said, dropping my large black hoodie, a nose mask, and shades on her lap.“Why?” Arielle crinkled her nose, picking up the large piece of clothing with the tip of her thumb and index finger like it was a plague. I would have been hurt if I hadn’t anticipated her disdain.“I don’t want the public to know you before I properly introduce you to them. Though we’re in a private session of the airport, I can’t risk a nosy reporter who managed to break in taking our pictures and leaking them to the public.”It would be too much of a hassle. It wouldn’t hurt our plan in any way, but the uproar was something I didn’t want at all. I wanted to announce my engagement at an engagement party, as it was supposed to be and not stir up another controversy about my dating life again.“I never thought media houses would be so bold. Don’t you have control over them? I mean, you are the Alpha Lord.” She asked.“Because there
♡Arielle’s POV♡ ‘I really, really don’t want to get up.’ I rolled from my left side to my right and snuggled deeper into the duvet. I had been awake for more than five minutes, but I had refused to get off my back. It wasn’t like me to just lie in bed and not want to get up; that was more of Brielle’s thing. I always got up the moment I opened my eyes, which was a minute before my alarm rang, to do my daily chores, but at that moment, I didn’t. For the first time in my life, I was refusing to get out of bed to face the world. It wasn’t because the bed and duvet were ridiculously and wonderfully soft and fluffy or that the ambience of the room was cozy. It was because I was afraid. I was afraid of what was going to happen. I was in a place I had never been before, in a position I had never imagined myself to be in, and I was undeniably afraid. Though I had done all the pep talking, confidence training, and building my nerves of steel for when I was going to arrive at Raphael’s house,
♡Arielle’s POV♡ “Will you marry me?” Raphael asked, and I snorted. “Are you kidding me right now?” I crinkled my nose and gave him an ‘I’m not ready for your games’ look. What sort of question was that? What in the name of the moon goddess was he doing? I had already signed the contract, hadn’t I? Why was he suddenly proposing to me? “What? I decided to propose to you properly. Like a real couple would.” He gave me a loopy smile, and I rolled my eyes at his quirky behaviour. Weren’t Alphas supposed to be big, bad, broody, aggressive a-holes whose joy and merriment only came from torturing others below them? But Raphael was different. Far different. “In case you have forgotten, I already signed the contract. I can’t say no to you even though I want to.” I huffed. “Then I’m grateful for it. I won’t experience a painful rejection.” He chuckled, pulling out the ring from the box and holding it closer to me. “Give me your hand.” “No, thank you. I can wear the ring myself.” I reached
♡Arielle’s POV♡‘Son?!’ My amber eyes stared into the familiar green ones on an unfamiliar older woman’s face. I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me who she was. Raphael’s mother. I knew I was going to meet his family soon, even though he kept dodging the issue, but I never expected it to be like that. “How long have you been dating him? Why did you stop him from telling me?” She scowled, digging her fingernails deeper into my cheeks. I winced and grabbed her wrist, trying to pull her hand away as gently as possible, but the woman had a titanic grip. “Stop acting like a barbarian, woman. You’re going to hurt her.” A masculine voice commanded from beside her, and a pair of hands grabbed hers and pulled her away from me. I stumbled back, rubbing my sore cheeks. I hoped her assault wouldn’t leave a mark. “How dare you call me a barbarian?!” “I won’t call you one if you aren’t behaving like one.” My gaze took in the duo standing before me, bickering back and forth. For some seconds,
♦Raphael’s POV♦ “Where did you find this?” I asked as George and I moved swiftly through the dimly lit dungeon. The disgusting smell of mold, decay and damp earth hit my sensitive nose, but it didn’t move me as it did months ago. I had gotten used to it after numerous trips there. “Around the same place, we found the last one.” George replied. A small growl slipped out of my lips, and my fist tightened. It was just less than a week since we saw the last one, and we’re seeing another again. They were becoming too frequent. At most, we saw two of them twice a month. I didn’t like it. It didn’t bode well for the safety of my park. If someone was hurt by them and words got out, it would create an uproar, which was the last thing I needed. I wanted the people of Evercrest to keep living under a sense of security, even if it was turning into an illusion. A loud, gruttal growl, snarling, and the rattling of metal echoed against the wall as we walked deeper into the dungeon. We came to