Eight

Chapter 8

Irene's P.O.V

I kept turning and tossing on my bed, I had a nightmare that sent chills to my bone as my eyes fluttered open with fore beads of sweat on my forehead. I scrutinized the room with my eyes, placing a hand on my head as I felt a sharp pain in my head.

My sight was blurred as I leaned against the headboard of the bed, trying to process where I was. Slowly, all the memories came rushing into my head and most especially, how the man who was forcefully getting married to me turned out to be a werewolf. From what I could recollect, this wasn't the room I was in earlier. Could it be that the men who came to attack Xavier, killed him already and decided to take me with them? I hoped that was the case because I couldn't just wrap my head around the werewolf stuff and how my father could force me into a marriage with a werewolf.

The most important thing was Xavier was dead already and if those people spared my life and brought me here, it could only mean one thing! And i