Joanna's POV;I knew little about the annual celebration but that wasn't the main point of my current heartbreak. Hearing that Alasdair's pack would be hosting the event was like a whole load of tipper had overturned on me. I was trying so hard not to show how I was feeling because I didn't want Alasdair to be suspicious of me. Moreover, I had been pretending not to remember a thing, then how was i supposed to tell him I didn't wish to attend the celebration. Hell no! I had no choice.The thought of him finding his mate made my decision have a more solid point. Though I felt bad, I wasn't going to take the happiness of a lady like me which someone took from me because I definitely knew how it felt. It wasn't a sweet feeling I'd like a female like me to ever experience. Though, i formerly had no idea about the status of what I and Alasdair's relationship was, now I was sure of it. He is my savior and I was the one who was rescued.I opened my mouth and closed it, trying to form words b

Out of embarrassment, Melissa ran away from the crowd. The crowd who were gathered shook their heads at her retreating figure before dispersing. Thankfully, Joanna bared no brunt in their tiny murmurs while Micah was hopping mad at Melissa's bravery. He knew the young lady was up to no good the moment she called for Joanna."...and I thought she was sincere about this weeks ago. Looks like I was wrong once again," Alasdair's voice suddenly rang out from behind the trio.One could see the twinkle in Helen's eyes as soon as she heard his voice. Joanna noticed this and bit her lips. This was the kind of love life she had dreamt of having but life had chosen to play a cruel game on her. If it wasn't because of the baby she was carrying, Joanna knew she'd have become a shell of herself. It seemed like fate was not so cruel as she thought. "So, she did ask of Joanna. Very funny," Micah cursed at her in his mind while thinking of her shameless acts. Had she done that to gain mercy from Al

The duo were yet to realize that they now had a visitor."Who do you want to kill?"Standing behind them was Helen clad in a princess pink gown and just for a split moment, Micah noticed the cold look on her face before she switched back to her always cheerful expression. His lips tugged into a small unnoticeable smirk.'Caught you,' he whispered to himself."Ohh, planning to kill the bastard in the movie we're watching. How dare he rape a girl!" Micah immediately thought of a lie and Joanna threw him a side glance. She was thankful he was a great liar because if it was left to her, she'd have spewed everything out in shame."Oh really! What's the title? I really need good recommendations," Helen smiled and at that moment, Micah got tongue tied. What was he to say about the title."Ohh, the wanderers," Joanna butted in. Giving Helen a small smile. Micah stylishly pinched Joanna's palm in gratefulness because at that moment when Helen asked that question, all he wanted was a savior to

Sebastian knew he couldn't act unreasonably by insisting on knowing the identity of the woman behind Alasdair and then, he had no other option but to admit defeat. As soon as he turned away, towards where he had come from, as fast as possible, the crowd dispersed, none of them daring to say a word about him even as he walked out of the hall.Finally, Micah recovered his breath and rose to his feet. He lightly pushed Alasdair aside and took Joanna in his arms, checking if she was fine.To others, his caring action only made his claim about her being his mate look plausible. They were very well aware of Micah's sexual preference which made most of them disdain him but now that he had gotten a female as his mate, they all felt relieved and those who formerly wanted nothing to do with him came forward to congratulate him.Of course, Micah knew the main reason why they wanted to associate themselves with him. It wasn't because they thought Joanna was his mate but because of the power he he

Micah was so lost in thought, oblivious to the knock on his door. He closed his eyes, revelling in the soft hum the air blew.It wasn't until he caught a whiff of an all too familiar scent did he turn around.Standing right behind him was the cause of his depressed mood. What was more prominent was the blood on his jaw. Micah was able to see this fast because he had caught a whiff of an odd scent as soon as Mark walked into his room."That is not your blood, is it?" He asked in concern, despite knowing the answer to his question."How are you?" Mark asked back, his voice laced with intent concern. Micah was having a hard time understanding him. "What? After doing what you did to me, you have the guts to ask me about my well being! How dare you!" At this, Micah broke out in tears.The tears fell from his eyes like he had been holding them back all along. Mark exhaled thinking of ways to comfort him but felt awkward to do so. He realized he had thrown away the right to do so the momen