Angelina's POVWinston was baiting me.I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way his eyes bored into mine, and in the way, he simply smirked. I couldn't tell from his face if he was doing this on purpose, or if he was even baiting me.He didn't look like he was baiting me, and neither did he look like he didn't want to too.I could see the strong planes of his shoulders, I could see the elegant edges of his face, I could see his chest and hell.I blinked and tried to resist the desire that was pulsing through me.I felt like slapping myself with even, one taste, and I couldn't seem to get enough.I was just acting despicable.The warmth that radiated through Winston, the heat that came off him, I could feel it from where I sat like he was some sort of nuclear power plant.Winston was hot.No doubt about that.But he was also intentionally or unintentionally baiting me and I had come prepared."Thanks. I'll have it washed and brought back to you within the hour."I was saying

Winston's POVI felt like hitting myself.Why did I have to do that to her?Why did I have to do the exact thing that she had thought I would do, something I had told her I wouldn't do?"Are you okay?"I looked up and I could see Marco was looking at me. He had made himself scarce the past few days and I could tell that he was still annoyed concerning the decision I had taken regarding Angelina.I had already made the decision though and I wasn't planning to back down on it anytime soon.Marco was my beta, he could advise me and he could suggest a line of action to me but it was still left to me to choose if I was to accept that decision or not, and at the moment, I still felt that my current decision was the right one.I couldn't consciously keep on making her suffer, even if she was just a human and her father was being held for killing my mate.I needed to handle this matter like the Alpha.Not like a disgruntled schoolboy that hits women."I'm fine. Just sort of scatterbrained."M

Winston's POVWhat happened just now?I bent my head to look at the bag that Angelina had handed me and I could already tell from the scent that was wafting off the material inside whose bag it was.I could also tell that Angelina had either touched it in places or she had done something to it. Not because of the fact that she looked so happy, but mainly at the fact that her scent was also intertwined with mine, it was happier by the second thought, almost the same way her figure was steadily retreating down the hallway to go down thoughts.She's a whirlwind when she wants to be, someone that is worth the amount of love that she gave out.I had seen the work she had been doing, and the effort she was putting into this event.A festival she knew nothing about and one that she didn't even know its origins, yet she still puts in so much energy to make sure that the event would go on without a hiIt was the most selfless thing I could think of at the moment and looking at her leave, I sh

Angelina's POVThe house wasn't really a house.It was more of a manor.Like sixty feet tall and with some tall towers that would give you the feeling of a place where an evil witch would be most likely to trap you.Ella said they stored books up in those towers, but that wasn't where we stood.Ella had helped me clamber up the roof using a hatch that I never knew was in my room. It would seem its former occupant also loved coming to the roof.We would have been safe had we simply sat down on the flat expanse that made up the architecture of the roofing beneath the room assigned to me.But that wasn't what we did.****The air left my lungs the moment I lost my footing and I could already see it.Me.A splatter of bones and blood, my face ruptured from the force of the fall and my eyes out of their eye sockets.I would look like a squashed bird and I would be dead too.I'd have landed right in front of the entrance to the hall and I would have caused a scene.Winston might take that a

Angelina's POVI couldn't stay for the party last night.I couldn't stay for any of what happened last night.Ella had made me go give my apologies to Winston and then come back up as punishment for being careless with my life.I had tried to explain to her that it wasn't my fault that I fell down from the roof of a possible three storey castle but she wasn't having any of it.She had told me not to take anything else with me up there and I had promised not to, but I had lied and I did take something up there all the same.It was a piece of paper, something that I had used to wrap some nuts for me to chomp on and keep my mouth busy while we watched what was going on from the top of the roof, but I had finished the nuts earlier than I planned and instead of keeping the piece of paper I used, I discarded it on the ceiling instead.That was what tripped me, I stepped on it and I almost slipped to my death if not for Marco.And Winston, ughhhh.I didn't even want to think of him at the mo