BRIELLE’s POV My entire body felt heavy and drenched as soon as I opened my eyes but as soon I remembered the terrible nightmare I had, I jumped up from the bed. Where was this? I looked around, my eyes squinting as I took in the unfamiliar environment. Call it instincts or professionalism but I didn’t think a place like this could exist in Anya’s clan. They had an ancient and out of the world style of design there. More importantly, they had built their houses with a low design while this room I was in looked like it was a storey building. Well, I can’t know from staying in here, so since I got no answers, I opened the door and stepped out of the room. Before I could look around, Giveon appeared in front of me. He had faint dark circles around his eyes and his entire person seemed dispirited and totally unlike the man I was used to. “Where’s this? Where’s papa?” I asked at the same time as I remembered the dream I had. In my dream, papa had died. Giveon looked away fo

GIVEON’s POV Even after helping dress and taking back inside, Brielle continued with her act of playing dead but I said nothing to expose as I felt the extreme tiredness of her body. Although I was surprised that she had eventually called on her wolf form, I was completely proud of her. Perhaps this was tragedy that came with its benefits. Despite how much I didn’t want to meddle with those matters, as the vampire heir, I had to know all that was going on and in the last three years, there had been so many undercurrent in the human world. If Brielle wanted to stay here, playing some dumb human was perhaps even more dangerous than the average human. But I had thought that was something that we would both eventually warm into when I explain all the matters to her, I had certainly not expected that she would willingly welcome her wolf form this time around. Unlike every other supernatural creature, vampires dependence on food was the smallest. More importantly, regular food t

BRIELLE’s POV “Fvck!” I groaned as I felt the pounding headache that accompanied me as I woke up. When Anya had told Giveon that she was bringing food over, she had meant food and alcohol and everything like ice cream to junks. “Thank your moon goddess you are awake,” Anya said as she walked towards me with a glass of water in hand. “Take some pill, your mate would kill me if he discovers I’m the cause of your hangover,” she said with a hint of hurry on her face. “You are exaggerating,” I rolled my eyes but still took the glass of water from her. “You don’t even want to think about it, he has made me live without an allowance and any use of my power for three months because you scraped your knee when we were cleaning one time,” I froze as I looked at her serious expression. She couldn’t be serious right? “Why are you looking at me that way, do you think I’ll lie? That was about last year or something, that’s why I told you I’ll sort the cleaning from then on,” she added hu

BRIELLE’s POV The weekend had passed very quickly and even though I felt like I needed a year to be fine, the world wasn’t waiting for me. Last night, Giveon had driven us back to our house and showed me his place which was indeed closer but a lot more top tier. I didn’t mind, knowing that he had provided our current accommodation already made me feel even more guilty, so it was good that his house was a lot better. “You really have to stop working with that company after now, who the hell makes someone work for a year compulsorily?” Anya ranted as she made sandwiches for me. “It’s already fine that they gave me some break, top companies like that are always quite difficult,” “Tch, you are the one that wants to stay with the difficult one, you don’t even have to work forever, Giveon’s money is overwhelming and he doesn’t have anything to spend it on,” she said with a dreamy sigh that had me laughing uncontrollably. “You sound like you want his money,” I said amidst chuckles

BRIELLE’s POV Seeing how much I had stepped on his tail, I opened the door, determined to step out before he could react, yet, Huxley was faster than me as in seconds, he had my back pressed against the wall while his hands were holding my shoulders down. “You have grown some guts, dear mate,” he growled lowly, his eyes were burning fiercely with anger and I felt all the fake bravado that I had just a moment ago fade away immediately. What have I done?! It took a moment for me to realize that Huxley had called me mate. Mate? “You now know to call me names and spit back words Brielle,” I said nothing, watching him while trying to look as courageous as I had looked just a moment ago. “I remember what you looked like three years ago, a quivering mess that was begging desperately for a chance to stay in my pack,” “Even if you offered now, I wouldn’t look back,” I shot back. That was then. At that time, it had felt like it was the most important thing to me, like there was n