Angelina's pov Three days. After three good days, I waited for Winston to come but he never came. The same person that had my father imprisoned in this strange place and had me locked up in here. I have had new guards stationed outside my door, with direct orders to follow me everywhere, even to the restroom and I had to beg them not to follow me inside. It was the most humiliating thing ever, I mean I had to beg people for me to use the restroom, I had to beg two grown men not to come into the restroom with me and I could have sworn that they looked like even doing that was hard for them like they would crumble and fall if they didn't obey the orders of who sent them, and like this place wasn't weird enough. I could swear that these people weren't totally normal. I hear howls at night, actual howls that sound like that wolves. I didn't know what to think about all that was happening and I didn't even want to think about it. The whole thing seemed fishy to me so I just let it go.

Chapter 34Winston's povMarco had been right.I needed to get a handle on her.The fact that I hadn't killed her yet and also killed her father like that wasn't enough to make her grateful to me, she also had to try and make me look like a fool in front of all my people.What would they say if they heard that a human had escaped from under my watch?What would they think of me?I should have her father whipped until he begged for mercy and asked me to kill him instead. That would give me greater satisfaction than anything else. Greater satisfaction than making his daughter suffer but I couldn't do that, not yet at least.I had to keep him alive so his irritation of a daughter can serve her purpose. When she has given me an heir, then maybe I can get her killed off and feed her and her father to the dogs.Maybe I would let some of the rogue wolves kill them, I'd take them into unknown territory and abandon them there, or the most exciting proposition, I can keep them here and make the

Angelina's POV Why would he assign me to do some chores with the maids? That was the thought that ran through my head repeatedly as I walked around and cleaned the huge pile of shit. Yes. I called that place shit, because I didn't understand why he would assign me to clean his clothes, and then clean his place of living? Ella had come back to meet me this morning, extremely thankful for the fact that I didn't betray her to the Alpha. I didn't even care about the fact that I was calling him Alpha again, all of that didn't really matter at the moment, all I wanted to know was if I had the strength to actually do this. Winston was a monster, he had no heart and he had no soul, for him to be able to do this to me that had to be for sure. I was confused The confusion had become a part of me and I didn't know what to do about it. So when Ella had offered to help me get myself together and do the things that her boss had told me to do faster, I had agreed and that was even how I was ab

Angelina's povI could feel the beating of my own heart, I could hear it pounding in my chest as I watched and waited.I had broken the vase.Winston would kill me because of that, even if it didn't mean anything to him in the first place. He would be mean to me and he would make me regret the fact that she even stepped foot into this room in the first place.But yet he was the one that had ordered me to work with the maids, and he was the one who also made sure that I washed his clothes. I didn't even want to believe for one second that the clothes I washed were for Winston.They smelt as bad as a pig's sty and if they were actually for Winston, I might not be so attracted to him anymore.For one, what did he do in those clothes to even make them that dirty, and secondly, how the hell would one person smell so bad?Did he roll in the sewers from time to time?My thoughts managed to calm me a bit and I looked around. I could see that almost all the maids were avoiding me like the plag

Winston's POV"I'm so sorry my love.""I failed you.""I failed us.""I couldn't protect you.""I let them take you away from me and now even as you're gone. I don't know how to move on. I'm confused and tired. I'm lost without you, my love. I'm trying to be strong but I can't. I don't know how to be strong without you. I don't know how to live anymore."The words rang in my ears even as I said them. The tears that dropped from my eyes made me want to scream even more. The fact that I still felt so much pain even after all this just made me cry even more.I love my Christine.I loved her. I still love her. I would always continue to love her.Her death almost made me run mad. I had been hiding the grief for so long, trying to pursue vengeance for her and trying to make the ones who hurt her and took her away from me suffer. I had been succeeding but yet look at where it landed me.A shattered heart and a shattered vase.Christine loved this vase. We literally met because of it.My mem