Alighting from the car, her eyes caught the dark clouds – surely, a thunderstorm was bound to happen. It was going to be a chilly night, as Michelle already felt her skin being dominated by goosebumps by the mere breeze.She wasn't the only one who seemed to notice the upcoming chilly weather, since the Alpha, Shawn, also felt slightly cold.He moved his eyes directly to Michelle once he alighted from the lush car, went over to her, then surprisingly held her hand in mine.Feeling his warm fingers wrapped around hers, Michelle turned to gaze at him, but as usual, he had a dashing smile on his lips.“It'd be unfortunate if we're caught in the rain, right? Shall we hurry shopping?” Shawn asked gently, and Michelle found herself nodding lightly.Noon had long passed and well it was characterized by Michelle getting a somewhat tedious checkup at the hands of a different gynecologist. Derek, who Michelle expected to be at the hospital unexpectedly, had been absent for days without stating

The downpour and incessant thunderclaps seemingly would go on for a while, so Margarita insisted on staying at his office. How did she even get into his office in the first place?“You fucking drove here in this rain, why can't you go back?” The harshness of his voice would have frightened anyone, then again anyone but Margarita.She wasn't fazed by hostility – Andrew did an outstanding job In making her accustomed to it.So yes, there were few things that could ever be said that'd faze her. Derek being mean to her was something she had foreseen even before their alliance was made.Presently, her legs were placed comfortably on his desk while her fingers busied themselves by filing her perfectly manicured nails. There was nothing for her to do or discuss with Derek and when he growled unfriendly at her.“Say, darling-”“Don't fucking call me that!” Rita's statement got cut short rashly by his light bark before he returned his eyes to the flies in his possession.Being a doctor was no

Though it felt slightly uncomfortable that a cab was waiting for her at her arrival, Michelle couldn't waste any time pondering deeply about it.It was simply irrelevant when compared to Derek. Surprisingly, how her body still moved quickly once he called about being sick.To others, it might be peculiar then again, the gynecologist had been one of the few people who stood beside her during her lowest of low hours. What sort of human would she be to abandon him during his hard times?Yes, it was rather late at night and the chillness of the air made her feel nauseated, but Michelle was determined to help Derek.She doesn't know anything about medicine nor about the body structure of a werewolf, yet Derek is specifically pleased for a shoulder to lean on.By now, the cab which she rode in has departed further away from the Palace and headed for his penthouse, with Michelle's eyes staring outside.Her thoughts were partly on Derek and also on… Alpha Shawn. She hadn't had time to think a

Fear.Strangely enough, it was the sole thing Michelle could feel being in such a situation. It wasn't unexpected, but Derek suddenly kissing her was something Michelle could fathom but chose not to.After all, during their earlier interactions when her silly heart was desperately in need of solace, they shared a kiss. Then again, it wasn't one out of pure love, but instead closure.Michelle concluded it'd be a one-time thing, then again her foolishness or her refusal to acknowledge Derek's feelings had, well, landed her in such a situation.Wrists bonded to the wall with his manly frame pressing against her body roughly, she wanted nothing more than to tear away.Yet…was that even possible. Apart from being a werewolf, Derek was astonishingly strong, and for someone as weak as her, pushing him off would be impossible.However, Michelle was overly uncomfortable, disgusted, and horrified – she didn't want this. Even her body agreed with her thoughts since her lips refused to part ways

THIRTY-NINE.It was morning, and the bedroom which belonged to the Delta of the Scarlet Heart Pack was… bloody.It was the most suitable term to describe the unsightly state of the bedroom. Ranging from the expensively tiled white marble floors that were now covered in blood, to the walls. Singularly, the entire place was a mess.Numerous maids, despite their unwillingness, were ordered to clean the room by the Head Maid. Surely, their dissents would forever remain irrelevant, so they had to do it unless they were tired of working as a maid here.Currently, the maids dispersed to the different angles of the bedroom but were so amazingly terrified by the excess blood and remained motionless for a while.One, in particular, couldn't stop gawking uncomfortably at the bedsheets that were practically drenched in blood. The mattress lay on the floor since the bed wood had seemingly been broken.Did the Alpha King do this? There was no denying it – his anger the previous night was pretty dan