Unknown P.O.VIt has been several weeks since I sent my spies to track down Hunter in the Liverpool area. As I am sitting in my lounge my mate comes in with my other love. It is not natural for a Vampire to have two mates however, I do not live by society's expectations. The moment I met Veronica one night, I claimed her as mine. I had known her for a long time, I just needed the moment to act. She was strong and vibrant to survive the transformation. I open my arms for them, they both embrace me and start to kiss me, sucking on my neck. Veronica bites and feeds while I kiss my other mate. "Shall we go upstairs, sir?" Veronica asks me while the other starts to feed. "No, I am expecting news back from the trackers who I sent out to look for Hunter Eldridge" Veronica looks at me in question, recognition slight flashes across her eyes before it is quickly gone, I worry whether she is recovering her memory until she shrugs and snuggles into my side. Just

I hang up the phone with that filthy bloodsucker, and I am in a state of rage. How dare he call me and taunt me. How dare he tell me such wretched things! I have no idea what harm this will do to my current family if it is true. Pure-blooded wolves do not take kindly to half breeds, since I am Alpha and this happened so long ago this means that Molly is rightfully my heir. I have no idea how my mate that has been by my side all these years is going to accept this. First, before I make any sudden moves, I needed to find out the truth. I call for my Beta "Xavier!" he runs into the room "Yes Alpha!" I deeply inhale and let it out, I do not know how to do this but, I must. "I need you to do me a favor, I just received a call from a nemesis, a Vampire, you know who" his eyes go wide "Yes Alpha, he is detestable, why is he bothering you?" I close my eyes and shake my head. "I need to tell you something but, you can't tell Luna! I will once I know the truth of what he said on t

I drove all night trying to calm the beast within me, after what just happened, and all of the shocking truths that have transpired over the last few weeks, I was not sure if Luci was the true person for me anymore. I loved her so much yet, how can I trust her? I had been getting the suspicion awhile ago that she was keeping secrets from me, and as time went on I started to understand they revolved around Molly. I understood part of her reasoning however, I could not agree with it. I knew she was still brokenhearted after Molly's father abandoned them, and I thought that if I ever met the man I would annihilate the person for acting as such. Now, meeting him, I understood it, he had no idea he was a father, meaning he would have found it hard to leave if he had. How could Lucinda have been that heartless? If it were me, I would want to know as well, it was his right as a parent! She revealed herself to be so selfish that she would completely isolate Molly even from any family at all

I remember that was one of the longest days of my existence. Molly and I endured the long drive back to Liverpool in grief-stricken silence. Neither of us talks about what happened. The tension and bitter emotions in the car were suffocating. Somehow, what had started as a family camping trip turned into tragedy. I racked my brain trying to understand what the Fuck went wrong! We stopped at a service station to fill up on gas. I made my way inside to buy some chocolate for Molly, she cried her eyes dry as she slept during the drive. I know how it is to lose a parent, nothing will except time dulls the pain. I am grateful to be here with her, no one should suffer it alone. In the following weeks, I had informed her parents about the accident. I had met her father once at Molly's Graduation. I only wish life did not go this way. Lucinda made bad choices by excluding her family without giving a legitimate reason now, she is lost to them forever. Their comfort and mine are

Over the next few weeks it seems as if my life was filled with neverending chaos. An endless parade of meetings, media appearances and paparrazzi. Filthy parasites! and werewolves give me derogatory names. Paparazzi make me want to go on a killing spree and suck them all dry! Trying to walk out of my apartment building during common hours of the day is daunting, they are literally right in my face at times. When they begin to pester me too much I improvise, solve my problem, by inviting them over for a "night cap" of my own. I still remember last week, during an evening which was a really difficult day for me. I felt so suffocated, I had not hunted in what felt like awhile, and a photographer, who could have been gorgeous if given the right style clothing, would not stop pestering me, she was very bold and in my face. I snapped, compelled her to come to my Penthouse in the late hours. That was a very entertaining night, we spent long hours tangled in my guest bedroom sheets, as I sa