HE was insufferable! Just thinking about Alexander made my insides twist with so much irritation. He had no right to keep commanding and threatening me like that! I still had my pride!And yet, exactly five minutes after our conversation, I found myself standing in the dining area, eager to grab a knife and stab it deep in his chest.But once I held the knife, anxiety wormed its way into my heart. If not for the past that kept haunting me until this very day, I could have done better. This much wouldn’t have fazed me. I would have been stronger like Chantal, my sister. She was only three years older than me and yet, she was better than me in many aspects. She had already accomplished so much in the city unlike me who was constantly being held back by my inner demons.When I heard the door open, it put me on edge which made me drop the knife. It fell on the marbled floor and created a disturbing sound.Alexander raised his brow upon seeing the knife. He had put on a plain white shirt n

ASHAMED? This blood was what kept me apart from everyone in the city. It disconnected me from them. It burned all the bridges I could have had with them.Many times in my life, I hated this mixed blood within me. I questioned it. I thought if I didn’t have this, maybe the people in the city would have learned to accept me as part of their circle. But with Beatrice-the current Queen’s-arrival, I realized that my blood was only an excuse they made to distance themselves from me.Whether I was pure breed or not, people were still bound to toss me away because my mother was not the King’s mate. She held no solid ground in the kingdom. And in the royal system, they value the importance of mates. For others, Beatrice was the most suitable partner for Augustus. They believed that their bond would lengthen his life and would strengthen him and the kingdom. True enough, Augustus had been more powerful with his mate by his side. His wolf was in its best shape, it had become stronger than it was

(Alexander)IT WAS the first time I’d felt it again. Looking forward to going home after an exhausting training session. Just when I thought Katriona would be spending another day stuck in her room, I found her sitting on a tree branch while reading a book with her brows furrowed like she was torn between liking and hating the book.And I could relate.Even I feel torn as well.It had been a week since her hunger strike. After that, as if she had been traumatized, she would make sure to eat everything to Chef Matthew’s delight. When I came home at night, she had already finished her dinner. The only thing I’d get to hear was her locking the door as if she was staying in the living room and would only leave in a hurry once she hears the sound of my car arriving.And every morning, she would have her breakfast right after I left. I couldn’t blame her. I had almost lost control that night. If she didn’t leave in time, I might have kissed her. No, I might have done more than that especial

I SHUT my eyes and allowed the cold water from the shower to fall over my body. My lower lip bled when I bit it once again as I struggled not to make a sound, especially when I heard the familiar sound of Alexander’s car. He was back.Every drop of water hurt but I willed myself to remain steady. I was in a foreign land with no one to back me up if I were to get hurt. I only had myself and these shattered pieces of me. I can’t keep crumbling in front of the enemies, in front of the people who wanted me dead.I turned off the shower knob and stared at the mirror.“You have to be stronger now more than ever, Katriona,” I whispered at the reflection staring back at me before I gently wiped my body. “No one can protect you and save you aside from yourself.”I put on a robe and stepped out of the bathroom only to be stunned when I saw Alexander comfortably sitting on my bed while playing with the house keys in his hand.“You took a while. I thought you died in there or something,” he tease

THE next morning, I saw Alexander still in the house when I left my room. He was sipping on his coffee. Breakfast was already served. And as usual, Chef Matthew was no longer around. I sat in front of him. We were having breakfast quietly when his phone rang. He glanced at me and said, “Be quiet. I will answer this here. It’s my beta.” “Why didn’t he just link with you?” He grinned. “Let’s just say that Jace is currently too embarrassed to do so.” He put the phone on speaker and placed it back on the table while putting a jam on his bread. “Alpha Nickolas of the Blood Moon pack was not retreating. He insisted on fighting head-to-head with us,” Jace reported. “You know what to do, Jace. Lead the attack,” Alexander answered. “I no longer give a damn whether Nickolas’ father used to be my mentor when I first came here. Destroy them.” All the magic from last night disappeared with just one call. When he noticed me looking at him, his forehead creased. “What now?” “You really destro