HUXLEY’s POV Something was wrong. That was certain and I had always known that in the last five years. Or maybe ten. It was not that hard to separate the bad from the good when one of your special abilities was telling when someone was lying. When I was much younger, I had always wondered why everything that uncle said was always flagged out to be a lie. I had even assumed it was just me overthinking. But as time went longer, I had understood this was a power that belonged to me. There was no way it would lie to me. Knowing something was a lie was not enough to find the truth. But Brielle’s words had raised something in me. What had she seen? Who were the people that had killed her father? Killing your alpha was taboo without defeating him. That had been the reason why even after his death, the entire pack had been without an alpha until I took over. This had also been a matter that made the pack members hate her father and in return hate Brielle. Getting himself killed and le

Brielle’s POVIf I had been surprised about him getting a reservation, I was even more surprised to see that we were being led to a vip room.However, the man leading us led us outside and I was stunned by the sight in front of me. Was this really necessary? The outside of Oasis was delicately and exquisitely decorated as if the designer tried to pass a message across of how luxury was delicate. I loved it regardless. It wasn’t in my face and was also not easy to ignore. But by the wall, there was a display screen that read “I’m sorry Brielle,” I felt it was hard to settle in here without feeling weird.“What are you apologizing for?” I asked him after the man that had led us here left and Giveon’s face turned a lot more solemn. “Although I was respecting your papa’s wishes, as your mate, you should be the most important thing to me Brielle. I got that wrong and hurt you,” he explained and I felt myself stiffen a little. All of my life, all I have done is fight for myself. Fight f

HUXLEY’s POV It was hard to find something that was hidden. That was a given. But knowing what you were looking for made things much much easier. And so after a day, Kane had come back with good news for me. He confirmed that John was indeed gone and although Ava had hidden it, she had at least informed Nathan’s mother. He had also mentioned with emphasis how good the relationship was between the both of them. That was surprising. Nathan’s mother was one of the most difficult women and had her husband on her complete leash. Nathan tried to resist as much as it could but was often times not successful. So how then did the both of them come together? I looked through the pictures again, my eyes focused to not miss out on anything and it was only when I was certain that I had done justice to every word of information on that page that I left it alone. Now that I knew that Brielle had given me the ‘right’ information, I was curious about where they had gone and where John was buried.

Giveon’s POVI had missed her as soon as I dropped her off. And so the moment my brother was done with all the investigations, I gave into temptation to come and watch her sleep tonight again. Only, this night she’s not in bed. I stayed. For two reasons mainly. And the first was, her scent that had filled the whole room up made me have an illusion of being with her. At the very least, it was a whole lot better than my penthouse that was just a street away from here. Second, I wanted to hear my Brielle tell Anya about what happened between us earlier. The kiss had been short. But it was also the best first kiss I had ever gotten from anyone. I wanted to know if she had felt just the same way or if she regretted giving into my charms. Unfortunately, Anya and her large mouth ruined all of that for me as she didn’t stop talking for one minute about how impressive I was. That was fine, but I knew it was not enough to make Brielle change her mind if she didn’t want to be around me. Thr

Brielle’s POVJust when I was thinking I would work all alone, Lucas joined me as soon as I got to the office of the finance head. “You are late.” I pointed out, while glancing at the wall clock that was hanging in the office. “I don’t remember you giving me a certain time to resume this work. As for my resumption time, I have been here since the clock struck eight,” It was hard to not get angry at Lucas. Right now, watching him take his time to say every word with his arms crossed across his chest in the most nonchalant disposition I had ever seen, I was tempted to get down from the high ladder I was working from to give him some firm face slap. But he was right, I had no prior discussion with him on when we were going to start work here and so there wasn’t much I could say.Another annoying thing about him. He was always right. “Just let’s start work,” I said eventually, unwilling to have any conversation with him. “Come down from the ladder, I’ll do that, you should start with