LIAM’S POV“So what news do you bring for me about celine?” I remember my last conversation with my Beta but Unfortunately, the only thing I could get from him was bummer. Months have passed now but still my Celine and my unborn baby isn’t found yet. I close my eyes while sitting on the edge of the bed with a cigarette mixed in between my lips. That has been my only companion since after I drove Sarah out of my house and the pack. I can’t stop hating myself for allowing Adeline to leave. It is more annoying and disappointing that I am the reason why she is oo longer her and to frown it up I did it just for that stupid barren bitch. I drag the bottle of whiskey on the floor and dunk it straight on my lips with my lips a little cracked which gives a space for it to flow inside my mouth and stroll directly from my throat into me. This has been my daily routine and I can’t even run the affairs of the pack. I can’t stop thinking about my Celine. But why did she even leave!b I know that

LIAM’S POV“Just get out of the room right now before I’d do what I will regret. Leave now!” I scream at her but she makes no love to step backwards. Her eyes glaring at me as though I said nothing. My whole body is boiling up and I have the urge to devour something. My breathing is ragged and my hands are jouncing. “I am not going anywhere Liam. We have to settle this now. I love you so much and you are mine . You can’t be doing this to me. I am jot the reason why Celine left and it is the will of the moon goddess that’s why she left and that’s because we are meant for each other. For crying out loud, we are destined to be together and that’s why the lion goddess made us mates.” She roars and she lives closer to me, placing her hand in my face. Her eyes are illuminating love and radiating so well with love enveloped in her globes. But I’d tell you that her every statement is irritating to me. The only thing I want to hear right now , is that Celine has been found and my heir. “Wh

ATLAS’ POVThe silence and tranquility is golden. I am seated on the largest couch in my lounge while gawking at the television screen. But the wild thing is that I have something on my mind. There is a bottle of whisky beside me and a cup filled with it in my hand. I recline my back on the rest of the couch With ky right leg crossed on my left. I sigh with my mouth open as I gape at the television which is playing on a moderate level without grasping anything happening in it. A pack of cigarette is beside me.“Jane…” I exhale deeply and flip my eyes for a second. She is the one I am thinking about. She has wrapped all the edges of my brain. I have been trying to get her off my head but I can’t. Since the first time we crossed paths, I have been able to flush her down the drain. There is something about her that I can’t really place. She is special for sure but then there is something about her. As much as she is annoying as hell, there is just something about her. I brace my right

ATLAS’ POV“Do what you want to do! Go on”Christabel snarls at me with her eyes peeking out with my hands holding her neck very firmly. Her breathing is very ragged and Pouring into my face. “Go on, Atlas! Just punch me and let it all out! Just do it and save me from this pain that tears my heart into shreds! Please just do it” she shudders as tears continue to pour out from her eyes.I am grinding my teeth and Gaping at her teary face. I close my eyes for a second and flip them back open to control my anger. I think what I am doing right now is just transferring an undue aggression to her. She seems so harmless and all I can see in Her eyes is affection. She is the first person that I have raised my hand at that doesn’t flinch but actually gives me a free pass to go on and kill her. “Just leave” I mutter and loosen my grip on her on her neck. Her neck is red and lines of my fingers tropes around it. She lifts her hands and rubs it on her neck. I spin suddenly and sit on the couch

ATLAS’ POV“What’s wrong?” Christabel quiz with her eyebrows curved. I pull away from her completely. I just feel weird and unpleasant with everything I was about to do. All of a sudden, the whole act is irritating to me. Trust me, u don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have a strong boner, but using it is the problem. For just no lucid reason, I don’t feel the urge anymore. “Just leave.” I pick up her shadier on the floor and hand it over to her. She gives me a flummoxed stare. “What do you mean? We were both enjoying ourselves. Why did you stop ? Did I do something wrong?“ She heaps at me a series of questions. Unknowingly to her, I am vacant of answers for her. There is this bewildering hole in my heart. “No! You did nothing wrong. It’s just that I don’t want it!“ I flush out. She stands up from the couch with the shirt still enclosed in her hands. I stand a little off from her. She walks up to me and places her hand on my back and then around my arm.I feel slight itchiness a