Who did I offend in my past life to be saddled with so much ill luck in my present life? Who had I stepped on to warrant back-to-back chaotic situations?“I’ve missed you.” He breathed into my ear and I quivered. “How are you doing?”The way he spoke – as if everything was normal, as if he hadn’t cheated on me, ruined my life and then kicked me out of the pack – made my blood boil. He spoke as if we were lovers who were only separated for a work trip.“How dare you?” I almost choked on my breath, the familiar suffocating feeling rising. “How dare you call me?”“I know it’s late but…” There was a long pause on the line and I moved to hang up but I was curious. I shouldn’t be but I was. Jackson and I were old news and I wished him the rottenest luck in the world but somehow, for some reason, I was curious. He would not have anything good to say but still, I was curious. “I’m sorry.”My heart shattered.Those were words that I thought I would be happy to hear. For everything Jackson put

When I woke up, I felt a definite strain in the air. The office was darker than it was when I came in and there was drool on my chin which I wiped off in haste as Valens turned to me.“You’re awake,” he said with a tiny smile.“Yes, what’s happening?” The office was quiet but I felt anxious for no reason. ”Isn’t it too dark for you to see?” I asked, sitting up.“You don’t sleep well with lights so I turned them off,” he answered with the same tiny smile from earlier. It felt ominous so I frowned.“You should have just woken me up.” I yawned as I spoke, stretching out the kinks in my body.“You looked tired so I let you sleep. Are you hungry?” My stomach growled in response to his question and his smile grew.He made a quick and curt call and in a few minutes, a man came in pushing a cart piled with food. I blinked in disbelief.“Are we expecting guests?” I asked and he only shrugged in response. I watched as the man laid out the food on the coffee table before me. He was still unload

“Isn’t it – That’s a bit much, isn’t it?” I asked in a small voice dripping with scepticism.The wolves of Redville did not like me but won’t they hate me even more now that I had seemingly pitted them against their Alpha?“No, it’s fitting,” Valens insisted with an expression hard enough to compete with a rock. “I’ve given them a choice and that’s the best I can do for them.” If I had to describe Valens' personality with one word, it would be unyielding. He’d set his mind on this so I knew better than to argue.We went back home and I crashed almost as soon as my back touched the bed. It was as if I’d completed a long day of hard labour. I fell into a dreamless sleep and when I woke up the next morning, Valens was hovering over me.“You’re finally awake,” he said when my eyes fluttered open. The curtains were open and the bright morning sunlight assailed me as I sat up in bed.“Good morning,” I greeted with a yawn. “What time is it?”“It’s almost ten.” I blinked in surprise. How did

*JACKSON*Had I fallen so far out of Chantelle’s grace that she refused to even acknowledge my apology? She blocked my calls and ignored my messages and recently, she had turned her phone off as if to avoid me. Even if it was true that she was the Cursed Alpha’s mate, I knew she must have some residual feelings for me after all, she loved me since she was a teen. Unlike Irene, her love was genuine so there was no way she would have thrown out that love because she met a new man.“Is this your way of punishing me?” I muttered into the empty space of my now empty house.Everywhere I looked, I saw traces of Chantelle. This was a house she made into a home for us but I drove her out because of my selfishness and stupidity. The thought of her in another man’s arms made my throat tighten. Was she doing with that cursed man, the same things she used to do with me? Did she put on sexy black lingerie that she purchased just to excite him? Did she wait for him at the door whenever he got home f

Recently, every time I looked at Valens, I felt my heart skip a beat. Every time I looked at him, I got a little breathless. Every time I looked at him, I noticed something new about him. For example, when he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkled and completely took away the frosty edge around him. When he was tired, he’d close his eyes for a second and take a deep breath. He was also quite attentive to details so when I pushed a dish away, he made sure I never saw that dish a second time. Most of all, I noticed just how handsome he was.In the past, I liked blondes with boyish smiles, the kind that were warm and looked cute and harmless rather than hot. However, recently, I realized my type was more hot guys with brooding eyes and dark hair who repelled people with their suffocating and cold aura.“You keep staring at me,” he said and his deep voice made my stomach tighten. I touched my stomach and he raised a brow. “Are you uncomfortable?” I could not respond. Rather, I averted m