Melissa's Point Of View “I asked a question, didn't I?” Axel repeated when he didn't get any response from either of us, as he made his way into the ward. “What are you hiding from me?” Oh goodness! What do I say now? This was actually what Damien was trying to warn me about. He was trying to warn me to be careful with my words. I didn't want to start thinking about what could have happened if Axel had heard the main question that I'd asked Damien a while ago. I'm sure as hell that it wouldn't have ended well. We'd have been in a lot of mess right now. Heck! We'd have been on our way to the dungeon. “Welcome back, my Alpha.” Damien started, but Axel raised his hands, thereby cutting him off. “Save the formalities, Damien. I'm not here for that.” He hissed and Damien clamped his lips shut, like a toddler who was being scolded by his father. “Now tell me, what do I need to know? What the hell are you all hiding from me?” I need to come up with a lie. I can't possibly tell him
Damien's Point Of View “Are you having an affair with my mother?” Melissa asked as soon as I walked into the ward and I took my gaze to her. I was here to see my son, and not because of some stupid questions. But here she was doing the opposite. I haven't had the chance to see my son the moment he came into this world and that was because Axel sent me on a stupid errand back to the Pack House. Imagine being sent on an errand when all I should have been doing was meeting my son. My son. I can't believe that I have a child now. I couldn't wait to meet him. Hence the reason I rushed here. You need to see how I was driving earlier. Like a maniac who was being chased by death itself. And as for Axel, he must be out of his mind for trying to claim my son. I wasn't here to hold Melissa's hands as she brought my child into this world. Someone else did. That was the worst feeling ever. I didn't get to hear my son's first cry. Well, it doesn't matter anymore. I'll be here for him a
Melissa's Point Of View “I am still mad at you, mother.” I grumbled when I saw my mother cradling my son in her arms, staring at him with nothing but love and warmth in her eyes. That heavenly scene alone was enough to make me forgive her and let go of my anger, but it didn't. She wasn't here when I was in this damn ward, fighting for my life, doing everything possible to birth my son. She wasn't here when I brought my son to this world, even though we'd both planned that she'll be there when I give birth to my child. “Oh, come on, baby girl.” She sighed as she turned her gaze to me. “I already apologized to you and I thought you'd forgiven me already.” She added, but I shook my head. “How could I forgive you, mother?” I scoffed loudly in annoyance. “You weren't here with me. You weren't here to console me, to support me while I birth your grandchild. You didn't keep your promise of being there as I gave birth to my child. So tell me, how could you expect me to forgive you?”
Lenora's Point Of View “Why did she call you? Did she have anything to say to you?” Zade asked as soon as I hung up on Matilda and I took a small pause before answering. I didn't want to answer so soon, because it felt like I was about to cry. “Well, she called to tell me that my step sister had given birth.” I paused to clear my throat. I need to calm my nerves, because all I felt right now was nothing but anger. The nerves of her to even think about calling me. “And it's a boy.” I added. “And what has that got to do with you?” Zade asked and before I could help it, I burst into laughter, every anger and hurt I felt earlier were momentarily forgotten. “What's funny?” He inquired even though he was on the verge of laughing too. Of course he knew that his words were funny. “Come on, babe, how can you say that?” I chuckled. Imagine being asked a question like that. Gosh he's so funny. “Of course it has got everything to do with me. Melissa is my sister…. No, step sister.” I
Lenora's Point Of View “Lenora?” Matilda's voice came up again and I knew it was because she didn't hear any words from me. I took a deep breath before answering. “What the hell do you want from me, Matilda?” I hissed in annoyance. I didn't try to hide my irritation from her. I wanted her to hear everything. My irritation. My anger. Everything. “Relax, little cunt, I'm not here to fight with you. I don't have time for that." She answered and I could already imagine her rolling her eyes at me. My mind traveled back to that word ‘little cunt’. That's what she always calls me. And to think she taught her daughter to address me that way too. “What do you want?” I asked again. “Or I might just end the call if you have nothing important to say.” I hissed. If only she knows how much she was driving me crazy. I've tried so hard to get over her. To forget her and daughter, to forget the cruel things they did to me. But here she was, calling me with a strange contact, simply because she
Lenora's Point Of View Today is the day we return back to the Pack House. And boy, I can't wait. I can't wait to go back to Luna Ophelia, little Laura and also Mara. I've missed them all. “Are you excited to go back?” Zade asked me for the umpteenth time and I nodded. "Yes, baby. I can’t wait." My voice bubbled with pure excitement. I knew he could hear it. Standing just a couple of steps away, I watched as he loaded our luggage into the car, my patience barely containing my eagerness to return back home. I have a lot of things to do as soon as I get back. Firstly, I need to meet up with Lara. I need to know what her daughter has to say to me. As soon as Zade finished loading the luggage, he closed the trunk with a firm click and turned toward me. In two long strides, he was in front of me, a huge smile on his face, his hands finding mine. Without a word, he guided me into the car. Moments later, the engine hummed to life, and we were on the road, the world rushing past u