Inside the glass building, was everything I expected and even more. Every Alpha, AlphaFemale, Beta, Delta, Gamma, Salutary, Sentiel, Elder, Hunter, and Scout seemed to look their best, with designer dresses and Tuxedos that cost a fortune on the outside and the inside. They had set up fancy tables, for each table was full of all kinds of delicacies; it was like an elegant dinner party. Everything glittered in white, silvery, and gold; the lights added a different glow to it. And even though everything looked so great, I still didn't feel like I belonged, I could feel the stares on me, but I couldn't tell if it was all in my head. I had forgotten that the Lycan King was holding one of my hands until I felt him pressing my palms softly. It was a simple gesture but I felt my insides warm up. He looked at me with concern in his bright green eyes. "You are safe Arielle," he said quietly, and I could see the concern forming in the corner of those green orbs eyes. "It is okay to be scare

I woke up with puffy red eyes, but it didn't bother me, I made sure to lock myself in my room away from the Lycan King, Luisa, and his family who wanted my neck on a silver platter. I don't even think I was exaggerating, his mother's words were cold, and her tone dangerous, his sister's glare was enough to send me six feet beneath, and his mate- former mate? she couldn't wait to get rid of me. I couldn't tell if the Lycan King wanted me here genuinely or if I was just one of the few inconveniences that he had to deal with to get an heir. Why did it matter to me? Of course it didn't.I wasn't in the mood for breakfast so I ignored Luisa when she knocked. I intended to stay in here as long as I could. After I had my bath, I decided to paint to help ease my mind and the tension I was feeling, and I ended up painting the Lycan King starting at the dance floor. The colors flowed through my paints quickly, the image vivid and bold, and it felt good to see it again.What was I really doing?

   It had been a week and the Lycan King hadn’t stopped in my room, I barely saw him at all. His mother didn’t look my way whenever I walked past her nor did she respond to my greetings. She always held her nose high in the air like I smelt bad or something equally revolting, but what the heck was I supposed to do? I didn't go out of my way not to talk with her either. The whole situation made me uncomfortable for some reason- no not his mother's behavior toward me but not hearing from the Lycan King or his whereabouts. My wolf instincts were still buzzing inside my head and she didn’t give any indication that she didn't feel the same, not that there was much evidence to show otherwise. Luisa stopped by to tell me the Lycan King was back and had asked me to join “them” for dinner. She handed me a box that had a black sequence dress and a pair of silver heels. Why would he buy me gifts when he wouldn't

 Scar’s POV I watched her sleep from the reviewer's mirror, her light snores filled the car and a smile crept on my face. She looked adorable.I turned to see Alfred smiling weirdly at me.“What?” I scoffed.“Nothing, just wondering why you are staring at her” he smirked.I had known Alfred since we were five, his father had worked with mine and our friendship was born immediately, he was my best friend, I’d never tell him that of course.I ignored him and allowed my mind to wander off to so many things, I remembered the look on Arielle's face when she saw the amusement park, the little things made her happy. I had seen her around Cie, and their connection flowed naturally. I was sure she was going to be a great mother, that was why I was never letting her go.“Was that the only reason?” my wolf taunted me, his emotions when it came to Arielle were strong and p

  Scar's POV My wolf was restless throughout the night, I couldn't sleep, and it kept wanting to see Arielle. When I gave in, I kept thinking of many excuses I could give if she asked why I was by her door in the middle of the night. I knocked twice and didn't get any response, maybe she was asleep. I noticed that she was a heavy sleeper. I turned to take my leave not wanting to be seen by anyone. It will be strange.Then I heard her voice, it came out low and tired. Was she talking to somebody? I knocked again, but no response followed so I turned the handle of the handle and was surprised that she hadn't locked it.She lay on her bed, and her red hair was scattered in all directions on top of her pillow. Her lips were open, they were moving and her chest rose up and down with hard breathing. “No, no, please” I heard her beg, tears were streaming down her golden skin as she tried to wake up from a