Sophie's POV After the officers left to bring my father in, I felt a mix of emotions. I was relieved that he wouldn't be able to hurt me or anyone else anymore, but I was also worried about what would happen to him. He was still my dad, and I didn't want him to go to prison, even though he had been so cruel to me. I knew that prison would only make him worse, and I wanted him to get help and come back to being the sweet and caring father he used to be.I missed the days with Mom and when Dad used to be Dad, not the monster he was now. I knew Mom's death affected him terribly, and I didn't want him to go to prison for mourning his mate's death. Mom's death messed with his personality and his whole being as a person, and as angry as I was at Dad for treating me this way, I also felt immense sadness and pity for him.He would always drink and come back home drunk, all in an effort to drown away his sorrows and forget everything. An effort to escape reality and the rest of the emotions t
Charlotte's POV "Charlotte, I have to go," Sophie said, and my smile died down."Something important came up. I'll be back soon, I promise."I had a surprised look on my face. "You have to leave now? In the middle of the high school dance? But you looked forward to the dance all week. Do you want to leave in the middle of the dance?" I asked, disbelief laced in my tone.More than anyone, Sophie had been looking forward to her first high school dance the most, and I made sure she had fun and didn't feel left out. We had just left the dance floor with her smiling and giggling in happiness and excitement; I could tell she was delighted and enjoying the night; what could have made her want to leave suddenly?Sophie stared down at her feet. "Yes, I have to leave now, Charlotte. I'm sorry, but I have to take care of something really, really important," She mumbled, and I raised my brow at her, a thought flashing through my mind."Is it your dad?" I asked and saw the panic flash in her eyes
Charlotte's POVAsher made sure to rip every piece of clothing I had till I was naked in front of him. He had thrown me on the bed and was giving me a private slow strip show.I still couldn't imagine a sexier man than the man who stood In front of me, almost stark naked.Muscles ripped across every part of his boy, with muscular arms, bold thighs, and calves.The only thing preventing me from seeing how big and scary he was down there was the blue boxers he had on. With just my eyes, I wanted to take it down, but blue was my favorite color; what a coincidence!My mouth hung open in surprise. I was unable to allow my eyes to blink. He was like one of those white sculptures in books I had seen, chiseled in total and fantastic perfection."I think someone likes my boxers," Asher said in a teasing tone between charming smiles.I shook my head in a childlike manner. "no it's more about what's lying beneath," I blurted out without thinking, and my hands flew to my mouth as I turned red in
Sophie's POVKate and I signed some papers after Dad was taken in, and I finally let out a breath of relief. We were informed that Dad would be taken care of, and we had nothing to worry about, which put me at peace.I sat in the cold, gray room, feeling numb as I read the papers before me. Mrs Kate, my heaven-sent neighbor, explained that they were regarding my father's arrest and my subsequent care. I didn't really listen; I'm still trying to process the events of the past hours. My father, the man who was supposed to protect and care for me, had been taken away in handcuffs. And now, I was alone. Not only was I alone, I was also responsible for this.A part of me wondered if I was in the wrong for doing this to Dad. His freedom was being taken away because of me. But more than anything, I wanted to see him in good health. I wanted my Dad back, the man who loved, cherished, and protected Mom and me. I knew the incident scarred him, and I suggested therapy a lot of times, but he woul
Sophie's POVI got inside exhausted; the whole house was empty, and for the first time in a while, I didn't feel burnt out from cigarettes and alcohol; I was taken for that.Maybe he had gone out drinking and came home drunk when the cops came to pick him up. I sighed and walked up to my room, exhausted. I pushed the door open and stripped my clothes. I got into the shower and soaked there for what felt like hours before I finally got out.I wondered if I had done the right thing by reporting Dad to the cops. He looked so furious and disappointed.I packed my hair into a bun and put on baggy clothes. I picked up my phone and remembered about Charlotte. Maybe talking to her about everything would make me feel a little better.I dialed her number, which rang for a while before I heard her answer."Hey, Sophie," I heard her voice from the other end. She sounded sleepy, and I knew you must have woken her up as it wasn't even noon yet. I felt guilty for bothering her as I bit on my lower l
"Wait!" Charlotte heard as she ran out of the pack house to meet Sophie, who sounded like she was crying. Charlotte turned back to see Asher walking towards her and pouted."I will be back before you know it, Asher. I really have to be there for Sophie. She sounded real. I don't know how.to explain, but she needs me. I have to meet her, please understand. And I'm not saying she's more important to me than you are, but now I have to be a good friend and make sure she's alright. I know it makes you mad, but I just have to""It's fine, Charlotte," Asher cut her off as she ranted, thinking he would prevent her from leaving. Asher had an amused expression on his face as he stared at her. His lips were pulled up to a smile, and he heaved heavily."I'm not stopping you from leaving Charlotte," He said, and Charlotte had a surprised expression on her face."You're not?" She asked to be sure she heard right, and he nodded."Yes, I'm not stopping you from leaving. As much as I don't want you to
Third person povAs Asher drove down the silent, lonely, narrow path, he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong and something terrible would happen. The trees towered above him, casting deep shadows that made it difficult to see. He had been driving for what felt like hours, and the GPS on his phone insisted that he was still miles away from the pack house.Suddenly, without warning, the black sedan that had been following him appeared out of nowhere, speeding down the road with a screech of tires. Asher's heart raced as the sedan swerved into his lane, heading straight for him.Asher tried to swerve out of the way, but it was too late. The sedan slammed into his car with a loud crash, sending him careening off the road and into a nearby tree. The impact was immense, and Asher's head hit the steering wheel with a sickening thud.The windscreen shattered, sending shards of glass flying everywhere, and the airbag deployed with a loud pop. Asher's world went dark as he f
Chapter 75Charlotte's POV After talking with Sophie, I checked the time and saw it was almost evening. I decided to call Asher to inform him that I would be at the pack house a little later than I planned. Sophie was finally cheering up; I didn't want to leave until I confirmed she was okay.I took out my phone and dialed Asher's number. I waited while it rang for a while before he finally answered. "Hey, Asher, I think I might come around later than I planned today," I said, biting my lower lip in guilt. I had promised to return to the pack house soon, but Sophie needed me, and I couldn't just leave her without making sure she was going to be fine first.There was a few seconds of silence, and I wondered if he was taking in my words or thinking of what to say to me. Or perhaps he was annoyed and didn't want to talk.I parted my lips to speak again, but I heard a voice that made me pause."Hello Charlotte, it's not Asher, it's Tyler. I'm sure you remember me," I heard him speak and