Amarah was sitting on the outer deck of the villa she is staying, with her feet dangling over the edge as she looked towards the mountain scenery, enjoying the last minutes of the sunset the following afternoon. She watched it with a sad smile on her face as she remembers how she and Clayton would watch it together when they get home earlier than their usual time. She cannot deny it any longer. She misses him so much. However, the images of what happened between Clayton and Erika could still not be erased from her mind. She placed both of her hands on her head, blocking out the memories to stop the hurt and betrayal that she is feeling. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, and she buried her face on her hands, crying silently. “Why the hell did you not immediately informed us the changes in him?!” Her Uncle Gabriel had demanded angrily when he finally decided to talk with her privately. He had an angry look on his face and Amarah feared his temper. “If you had spoken about it ear
Clayton opened the door to his house and for a while he saw a vision of Amarah, running towards him with a warm and loving smile on her face and arms stretched open. But the moment, he closed the door, the vision disappeared, and he stood there for a long while, looking around the empty and quiet house.He should have been used to it since he had lived here on his own for the past five years since becoming the alpha of his pack.However, with Amarah entering his life several months ago and having her moved in with him, he was always looking forward to going home every day. If she’s home earlier than him, she would prepare a meal for them, requesting assistance from Ella most of the time since her cooking experience is limited. But he doesn’t mind because he knows that her heart is in the right place.After they would sit down and enjoy their dinner where they would talk about the activities that happened for the day, they would retire to his room where Clayton will make love to her al
Gabriel stared quietly at the pictures of Catherine back in his apartment at the human territory late that following day. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the woman in the pictures, whose eyes are sparkling and filled with love and her smile, ever been so dazzled since the first time he had met her.“Haven’t you figured it out yet, Uncle?” Amarah asked him intently on the day he came back from Saville territory. The minute his niece saw him getting some rest, she used that opportunity to bring the subject of Conrad to his irritation. “Tell me that for the past days that you’ve been listening to his stories for two hours that you were able to figure it out.”“What the hell are you talking about?” He demanded irritatingly. “What figuring out are you saying? I gave you my word that I’ll be listening to that boy’s stories, and I did. But I haven’t gotten anything from it. Catherine regaled him with stories of the things I did in the past! There’s nothing new!”To his ann
Saville,I’m sure that I am the last person that you want to hear from. But I am doing this because Catherine told me something that’s been quite bothering her. If I have a choice, let me tell you that the thought of sending you a correspondence is something that will never ever cross my mind. However, I had grown fond with her as time goes by and had found myself falling in love with her and I will do everything in my power to make her happy.Conrad Langston.He is our second grandchild and our first grandson. He is now seven years old, and Catherine for the past three years had been noting some traits in him that she told me the only person that she can think of who exhibited those traits are you.Both of us could no longer deny it no matter how much I want to turn a blind eye on it.Conrad is a Sigma Wolf.When he turned five years old, Catherine told me that Conrad had somehow developed an independent and self-sufficient nature. That further proved her conclusion right when he wen
Conrad picked up his dagger again and practiced the moves that Alpha Jack had taught him for the past few days after taking a ten-minute break. He stopped when he mistook a step and started from the top again. It took him several attempts to perfect the move and when he did, he took a minute break and then do it all over again. He made a commitment to himself that he will not rest until he could be able to perfect all the moves and techniques that Alpha Jack had taught him. He will execute it flaswlessly.After the conversation he had with Amarah the other day, he went out from her villa with somehow the heavy load that he felt that he was carrying over his shoulders for a long time had finally been lifted off.Tears, to his embarrassment and surprise, fell from his eyes when she told him straightly what she had observed in him and remembered that he had hugged her so tightly after their conversation had ended several hours later.“You’ve been suppressing that, have you?” Amarah has
Three Weeks Later…Amarah walked behing Conrad quietly as he escorted her back to The Night Howlers Pack on Tuesday afternoon. She watched him walk ahead of her, his head turning from time to time for any encounter that they might run into. This was the day that Gabriel and Alpha Jack had told them. The day where Conrad will be heading back to war and exact his revenge slowly and silently at The Rebel Rogues.She had watched him carefully transformed and changed into somewhat a different man and wold over the course of their stay at The Moonstone Howlers pack. The talk she had with him had somehow ease a heavy burden off of his shoulders and she was silently thankful that she managed to get through to him. Even Magnus became tamed around her when Conrad had shown her and introduced to her his beloved wolf, Magnus.For the next few remaining weeks of their stay at the pack, when her uncle finally accepted the fact that Conrad is a Sigma like him, he took him under his wing and trained
Clayton, with his eyes still close, rolled onto his back and felt a hard and cold surface underneath him. He grimaced as he placed a hand on his forehead and grimly thought that he must have drunk himself again early in the day and have fallen asleep on the floor.Since Amarah’s disappearance and after coming back from The Rebel Rogues Pack, he would spend most of his day concentrating on his work to take his mind off her disappearance for a while. But the moment he would step inside his house, the emptiness would then sink in, and he would think of all the times he had spent with Amarah. That will then have sent him into a drinking stupor until he would fall asleep and would wake up the following day to work again.Most of the time, he would wake up in his office chair or on the living room couch since he refused staying on his bed. Lying down would only make him think of all the times he and Amarah had made love to each other on his bed.Weekends seemed to be the worst for him, but
Amarah watched as Clayton walked towards his room, his shoulders slightly slumped when they finally arrived back home in the late evening after spending time in his parents’ house. She spent most of her time, talking with his father, convincing him to let Conrad be the wolf that he is meant to be.However, during that time she had noticed that Clayton became quiet and had somehow withdrawn himself from the conversation. She silently knew his reasons and she told herself that she will talk to him when they will be alone.She followed him towards the room and saw him sitting on the floor and looked to be holding a photo frame in his hands and looking down at the picture intently. He seemed to be oblivious of her presence inside the room.“Even at this time, you’re still ahead of me, aren’t you, Con?” He muttered.Amarah finally decided to sit beside him on the floor and placed a hand on his arm. She smiled at him when he turned to look down at her. Taking the frame from his hands, she l