I freeze in my spot, and he grab my wrist, his voice angry, “Why aren’t you saying anything now?”I slowly turn around to look at him. A part of me is screaming to tell him everything but Jason’s words are etched in my brain.“I saw you there!” He growls, grabbing my upper arms and giving me a shake. I saw you sitting in his office! He was inches away from you!”Is this another scheme? I wonder, dimly. I must have been silent for too long because anger lights up Adam’s eyes, “Why aren’t you saying anything? If I hadn’t been passing by and seen you with my own eyes, would you have lied about-”“Passing by?” I finally say, staring at him.I feel nothing right now.It’s like somebody has carved me out and there’s nothing left anymore.“Let me guess,” I can’t even muster up a fake smile right now. “You with Maya, weren’t you? Did she suggest that route? Or maybe an evening walk?”Adams eyes narrow, “Look, whatever your problem with Maya is, I’ve told you-”A broken sound leave

The darkness is a nice reprieve and I find myself floating in it.Is this what death is like?My mind feels blank, my worries having faded.But as I float there, I feel something tugging at me.Discomfort hits me first, followed by the sensation of something winding around me. I begin struggling but when I open my eyes, it looks like a glowing strand of rope. It entwines around me and begins pulling me in a certain direction.I begin to struggle, alarmed but I can’t seem to put up much of a fight.The golden rope is warm and comforting but I don’t want it. I want to stay here.However, it’s a losing battle.I jerk awake, my eyes wide, gasping for breath. My whole body is drenched with sweat.I barely have time to process what has happened before Adam’s face is in front of mine, his expression a mixture of agony and fury.“Oh, thank heavens! You’re awake!”His words make me realise that he revived me and the anger that fills me is so much that it bursts out of me, “What the h

Returning to the house is a difficult thing for me because I don’t want to go back. But Adam is able to convince me in a few words.“We can stay here and forget about revenge, Danielle, but as long as Jason is the Alpha, think of all the females who are his targets, who will suffer similar fates to yours and Jenny’s. Think all the girls in the red-light district who might have been thrown there as a result of Jason’s greed and lust.”That is the only reason I agree.So, when we return to the house and the butler looks at me, his face tightens in shock.At this point, I have a strong feeling that everyone was aware of this plan to feed me the wolfsbane. I’ve relayed everything to Adam, word to word, and the anger is in his eyes had been satisfying to say the least.Nobody had expected him to bring me back. News of me leaving must have sounded throughout the mansion if the butler’s shocked look was anything to go by.Which is why when we walk into the drawing room, Adam tells me to

“These are all lies!” Jason scrambles once he realises that he has been implicated. “Those documents are fake! I would never-”“I got them from your computer and your emails,” I counter. “I saw the purchase of the wolfsbane that was used on me. I saw names of girls who have been living in the red-light district area, frames who have been forced into the position of pack breeders, who are abused almost daily. I saw their names in emails. You bought them from their packs in exchange for money.”My voice grows louder as Adam lets me take the stage, “Everything is there in those papers, the transactions. There are interviews with those girls. They are willing to testify how they were forced to come here under the guise of mating other males and then forced to become your mistresses and then disposed of into the red-light district. The previous Alpha was also doing something similar, but it wasn’t this bad. Jason took it a step further by looking for females in his own pack, females he wa

Five years later…“Isiah, you get back here right now!” I call out, sternly.My two-year-old toddler freezes in his spot and looks over his shoulder at me, as if to assess the level of danger in my voice. It takes him a moment to decide that it’s worth the risk and he begins trotting away at full speed. However, before he can get too far, my four-year-old, Leila, swoops him up, gleefully and the two go tumbling down the hill and I sigh in exasperation.“Let them be,” Comes Adam’s voice from behind me, filled with laughter. I look over my shoulder at him, to see him carrying Sheila, Isiah’s twin. Sheila is quieter than her brother but when provoked, she turns into Satan’s personal assistant. She’s also a daddy’s girl as is evident when she refuses to let me hold her, turning away and hiding her face in her father’s neck.My voice is tense, “I don’t mind but considering where we are-”Adam’s hand comes to rub my neck, his voice calm, “This isn’t our first trip to the Silver Stone