DELVIN POV
My mind has always been complicated, and I blame that on my upbringing…
Resting my forearm on the couch I thought of how the day had gone, my mind going back for a minute to Laura.
For what seemed like a minute, I tried to take my mind away from the fact that I might have been too mean —Even if there was nothing to justify my point.
I clenched my fist as the thought of how my life would have turned out if I had my parents drifted through my mind.
Though, there was every chance I might have been weaker than the way I had turned out, it didn't change the fact that my general Outlook of life would have changed.
Deep in my heart, a dark cloud hovered one begotten from the hate I had for Laura's father.
As I puffed out the smoke from the cigarette I was smoking watching the mist drift through the air, all that clouded my mind was her father fucking face.
The image of his face was definitely what I had seen in my nightmares for years, and having gotten the chance to take revenge against his daughter, I took it with open arms.
In a way the cigarette reminded me of my mother —It was her favorite —My mother used to smoke at the kitchen table and the table just to get heavy thoughts away from her mind and I guess it was a habit that had rubbed off on me quite perfectly.
My first stick of cigarette had been the evening I found them dead, I could still remember quite perfectly how everything had happened and in fact there was just one person to blame for all of this and that was her father.
With my ribs burning and the cigarette in still in my hands it was easy to come down to the fact that the apple really doesn’t fall that fucking far from the tree.
If I was certain Laura was like her father —Manipulative and opportunistic — Mere looking at her one would see that there was a hidden motive behind everything, even down to the fact that she was wife and mate.
I could tell that being with her was maneuvered rather than predestined, I would be hesitant to think of that as anything but unfortunate for seeing that I am in no way like my parents.
In a way, I could be a mold my father and mother created, but after their death I had taken the dark side of each of them developing into a toxic combo such as a barrel of gunpowder and a little flame, one spark was all it took for me.
What my father had in his over trusting attribute, I had filled out with an attitude of mine till there were no cracks left.
Deep in mind, I knew in their graves they would be groaning seeing what had become of their son— Of which Laura's dilated pupils and frequent bloody noses were a good sign of
It was best to say that despite the fact my mother taught her only child to respect women. Truthfully, it had never really stuck.
It was hard to respect a woman you hate till her guts. Not to mention, the fact I hated her father that much as all I had deep in my mind for him was revenge.
As things had turned out I was not
old enough at my first thirst of power, as the Crowned Alpha—My impending wealth and position had done just one thing for me since I was quite a young age, it had brought enough women down my path and I had disrespected everyone of them, it only happened that Laura was facing a more serious fate.
There was no one to shoot me the tiniest scowl as they all feared me, they could be
could be as pissed as they wanted in their mind, but till now no one had said it to my fucking face.
The truth was, not every man could handle being in my shoes-
Though maybe that might have been an excuse to justify why I was entitled into living a life that was possessive of things that weren’t mine.
I sighed deeply.
I might have wished for a life totally different, I might have wanted what I wanted, but there was always fate beckoning at me and succumbing me only to what was fated for me.
Still sitting right there and thinking about the whole situation, I looked out of the window at the moon that was hanging over the dark-blue sky like a shiny pearl.
Most werewolves would be rousing their wolves by now, but the secret is that mine had remained dormant all through the years in what could be psychological—At least that was what was said.
Still deep in my thought a knock came from the door.
"Come in!" I called out, tapping the cigarette into an ashtray and reaching for another.
A maid walked in shy and cautious, hyper aware of the tension that was hovering in the room.
"Is this a perfect time?" Her lips trembled tremendously as she spoke.
"Speak."
The sound of a spark filled the room as I puffed out from the freshly lit cigarettes.
She heaves.
"I went to the room to get the Luna, but she was nowhere to be found?"
"What do you mean by nowhere to be found?" I demanded in a low growl.
"She is gone!"
"What!"
Coasting to the spare room window. All I felt was the moon light that glared on the glass, as I stood there looking at it,
a cold settled in my stomach, as my heart pounds loudly as I raced there as quickly as I could.
I took one last drag and then put the cigarette down and killed its light as I stormed out very furious.
Heading to the garden when I had seen her at times, I opened the back door to see it quiet as a breath of cool air hit my skin, while inside my bloodstream heated with fury and rage as I made my way back in.
I made my way up the stairs as it gave awful loud squeak that cut through the
air and somehow settled under my skin by filling it with more pressure.
Rolling my shirt up my sleeves and pushing my shoulders to push the odd sensation away as I tried to no avail to hide my temper in a facade of calmness, I searched every room. Mine—ours.
"Get the fucking guards!" My voice stormed out.
I checked the spare rooms. The bathrooms.
All empty.
Something tightened in my throat and pierced me in the fucking chest.
As it came to my mind slowly.
She ran.
Searching around I found out that her clothes were here as well as her bag, everything was still there intact but maybe she hadn’t needed.them. Maybe they would’ve slowed her down.
I inhaled deeply, still filled with that rage.
The heavy weight of my heartbeat blurred with the drumming of blood in my veins.
“Guards!" My cold tone crept through the room. “Find my wife!” I rasped.
With that I stormed into my room furious, with rage I swept all the contents of my table down.
Glass shattered, papers drifted in the air, figurines skidded across the hardwood.
Anger bit into my chest. I ran my hands through my hair and let a dangerous calm settle over me.
She is about to see how crazy I was.
LAURAThere was just one thing on my mind and that was getting away from my toxic husband as fast and as far as I could.It was the only thing that was necessary at that moment, as I was dealing with something far more greater —Fear.I could feel my hair stuck to my sweat-soaked face, as the evening was hot or rather it was from the adrenaline that was pumping through me vigorously.Deep in my chest, I could feel as my heart pounded without a pause.As my pace slowed down from me becoming weary, all I thought of was stupid I had been all this while, hoping that Delvin would change for the better.He never did, despite those nights of tears after I had been violated by this man that should love me, he never at one point looked at me like I was something he could have an atom of feeling toward —And I was done dealing with all of it.I rested my wrists on the top of my head, trying to catch my breath while my eyes unwillingly coasted the darkening wood.All I had was my sight and scent
LAURAThe sight of the wolf sent my heart racing, as it took a while for me to tell if this was still a dream or what I was experiencing was reality.I shut my eyes, listening to the distant beat of my heart, heavily thudding against my rib cages till the sound was quite glaring.As my mind raced, I muttered a word under my breath of how I hoped this was all a dream I wanted so badly to wake up from.The more the hours trickled by the more evident it became that I wasn't dreaming—This was fucking reality.I opened my eyes and stared into the yellow eyes of the wolf that was before me—That apparently had the wrong color of pupil — Looking deep into the yellow eyes of the beast, I could tell it was most definitely an Omega and definitely not wild as it deep down in its core I could see humanity.What if this was one of his men?I thought to myself, it was hard to even think with the beast walking toward me on all paws.I closed my eyes again, this time for the worse as it was merely fee
LAURA.Turned out his name was Steve—This beautiful soul that saved me from a catastrophe waiting to happen.To me it was the most beautiful name, and a part of me felt I owed him.In a way I couldn't help looking back at his face.It seemed quite reflective, and so radiating that I could almost see my face in it. It's Steve's face of course. Long dark hair, matching eyes that were piercing deep into my soul, a smooth voice that sounded like music to my ears—it wasn't just my wolf clinging to this very gorgeousness. I was as well.“ . . . What would you like for dessert?" It was the first time he was speaking at that table.During that short while I could tell that he rarely spoke, and when he did, it was beautiful. So breathless…breathtaking.Seeing that I was being indecisive, he beckoned to a maid."Trust me on this one.” He winks. Turning his attention back to the maid that just arrived at his side of the table.I turned to the other end of the table where the lady I had seen
I wasn't sure if I was making the right decision, but I walked side by side next to him, and he kept staring at me.I chuckled, and he turned to me before he could spill what he had in his mind.“Steve!” A voice called from the main house.He groaned and turned to me, “Give me a minute, I’ll be right back” he said to me with a smile and walked into the main house to join his parents.I walked around the garden all by myself and the night was silent and peaceful, soothing my insecurity and burdens.“How can he possibly have feelings for me”“Is he sure about what he is saying?”“He barely knows me”“What if I am a spy from his enemy?” I thought to myself as I walked around.I wasn't sure if I was judging him or judging myself.He is entitled to his feelings, I am no one to judge what he feels, but I can't bring myself to accept his feelings, a feeling of barely forty-eight hours.“It's just impossible” I mumbled.It's even more absurd that I can't even tell what I feel toward him, “I
LAURA “Trapped” is the only word I can use to describe how I felt. The last thing I want to do is burden him with my problems but he keeps insisting I stay, in addition to that he says he loves me.“Me! Of all people, why me? How on earth will he have such feelings toward me? In my opinion I should be the last person he will have such feelings toward.I nervously stroll around the garden, rummaging my wobbling hand through my hair for the umpteenth time, trying to find at least one reason, just one to justify the fact that Alpha Steve loves me. “I am pregnant for goodness sake. Pregnant with someone else's child and he knows that!” I was frustrated and wiped away the tears slipping down my cheek.After roaming around helplessly for an hour or so, I gave up and made my way back to my room.I hastened my pace as I saw Amy coming my way, not wanting her to see my teary face at all. I immediately change my route and hurriedly walk into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking th
LAURA “Trapped” is the only word I can use to describe how I felt. The last thing I want to do is burden him with my problems but he keeps insisting I stay, in addition to that he says he loves me.“Me! Of all people, why me? How on earth will he have such feelings toward me? In my opinion I should be the last person he will have such feelings toward.I nervously stroll around the garden, rummaging my wobbling hand through my hair for the umpteenth time, trying to find at least one reason, just one to justify the fact that Alpha Steve loves me. “I am pregnant for goodness sake. Pregnant with someone else's child and he knows that!” I was frustrated and wiped away the tears slipping down my cheek.After roaming around helplessly for an hour or so, I gave up and made my way back to my room.I hastened my pace as I saw Amy coming my way, not wanting her to see my teary face at all. I immediately change my route and hurriedly walk into my room, slamming the door behind me and locking th
LAURAIt was hard to process, it was hard to trust any man after everything that had happened, he had been a sweet man to me all these years and somewhere deep in my heart, I couldn't but have a liking for him.As I listened to him say those words my heart fluttered involuntarily, I was having a very hard time dealing with the words he was saying.Deep down a part of me wanted to give him everything he was asking of, I wanted to show him a bit of attention than he had been showing me all this year's but that one part of my heart didn't seem to want to reciprocate the feelings I was getting from him no matter how hard I tried."You've not even said a word "His words startled me as I drifted away from my thoughts."I don't know what to say honestly." I replied avoiding every will in me to look him in the eyes.He slipped his hands into his pockets as his gaze fell down my body. I was forced to look away again feeling uncomfortable with his eyes all over me, his gaze was hardly leer
LAURAIt most definitely came more as a feeling of confusion and anxiety than any other feelings.Have you ever tried so hard to want to let go of something but still want to hold on to it tightly? That was how I felt at this very moment looking into Steve's eyes.Ten minutes had passed since he asked that I sit with him and not leave, yet no words had been said verbally between us, just an exchange of emotions.I was starting to feel burnt up, starting to give in, into the fact that I might as well have feelings for him as well. If not, why had I stayed? It was so hard thinking about it, but staying when he had asked me to most definitely meant something, didn't it?A knock came from the door shattering the moment I thought we were having, a guard walked in."Someone is here to see you, Alpha ." The Omega guard said with a mock bow, I had noticed a lot of things in five years being here and one of it was the fact that they hardly referred to him using his first name.If he seemed p