Kyle's POVI woke up this morning with a pain in my chest, I hate to think of what it is to come, and the fact that my mother will be worried sick once more. in as much as I would love to cut off this little adventure and head back home, I also do not want my mother to be bothered because of my health challenges. I miss my mother a lot, I wonder if she is doing fine. I have thought of sneaking out of the palace to go check on her, but being that I am constantly watched and followed, I have kept the idea at the back of my mind. I would hate it if any harm come to her as a result of my bad decisionI stood up from the bed I was lying down on and dragged my foot into the bathroom to take a long warm bath, I stayed in the shower, as the water drenched my skin in its splendor, that moment I wished that some sort of miracle could happen, that I did not have to go through the pain that was going to come. I was born with congenital heart disease, mum did not disco

Nicks POV"Nick, what the hell is going on with you?" Simeon asked after watching me roam about for a couple of minutes. I called him up after I felt like I was going insane back at The Packhouse.The whole place has suddenly become filled with her scent making all my efforts to control my anger and the feel of betrayer was impossible. It was most disheartening because I have been looking forward to this day for as long as I can remember.The more I tried so hard to not think about the witch's betrayal, the more my heart aches and yawns for her. Seeing her with Richard makes me so mad to the extent of wanting to hurt her, even though I might not be able to.I'm sure Richard and his mum have nothing to do with this, she is the one that is eighteen years old so she must have known that I was her mate before she decided to go for Richard. So, if I am going to hurt anyone she is the one I am going to hurt."Come on nick, stop su

Kyle's POV " I would not do that if I were you,” A familiar voice, actually let's just make that an unfriendly familiar voice said behind me.  I turned to see the bastard standing with his hands folded across his broad chest and adoring his face with a daring look. He would pass for a cute guy if he was not such a jerk.  I sighed frustratingly knowing very well that every second I spend in these woods talking with him reduces my chance of ever seeing my mom today.  “what do you want?” I questioned rolling my eyes dramatically while placing both hands on my tiny waist.  “I should be the one asking where you are sneaking off to, I have always had my reservations about you and you just proved you are not what you claim you are, because if you were truly Richard's mate then why are you sneaking away from his pack," he questioned  “it's none of your business,” I snorted back at him” “oh yes it is my

Nick's POV “Did you hurt her? Simeon asked again, his eyes searching me thoroughly as if he was seeing me for the first time, or maybe to him I just turned into an alien species or something. “I didn't mean to,” I said calmly as I sank my back against a tree with a heavy sigh. “She called me a bastard, my mate called me a bastard,” I said subconsciously.  I didn't know why it felt like she called me something that no one has ever called me, been called a bastard was something I have grown used to, but hearing her call me bastard felt like an arrow has been pierced in my heart. “Nick, I think you need help,” Simeon said after some moment of silence, and that made me look at him wondering why he would say that I needed help. I can't remember telling him I was sick or anything, if anybody needed help at this moment it should be that witch, not me. “how do you mean?” I asked looking at him to know where this our conversation was headed.

kyle's pov I looked for an excuse to quickly get away from Richard, I didn't like the fact that he was becoming too touchy with me. I don't know what goes on in his head, one minute he is all arrogant, next minute he can't take his hands off me.  It's very annoying especially since I am not physically attracted to him. I have decided that my days in this pack are almost over, I need to go back home to my mother, but not without getting my pound of flesh from that bastard.  I'm so mad at him and I am not going to rest till I get back at him. I was very careful not to ask Richard about where the bastard sleeps, so he does not get any silly ideas up his head. I headed down the stairs to sit on the sofa so I can get a glimpse of everyone that comes in and goes out of the packhouse. Even though I know that it is highly unlikely that the bastard will be back into the Packhouse during the day,  I  was going to make sure I sat my ass down