Amelie's POV. Matilda was silent for a few moments, she never answered my question. Her face stiffened slightly, I don't know why she became like this. "This isn't about your worn out hair tie, Amelie, but about you entering my room without permission. I've long disliked people who frequently invade privacy like you and this has nothing to do with Alpha Rexton." She said then explained at length. I frowned. "Isn't that guy Alpha Rexton? Even his car is blue, he's not Alpha Rexton." "Why does it seem like you know him best now, Amelie?!" Matilda looked at me with a searching gaze. "He doesn't only have one car and his black car is in the repair shop, it's natural for him to use another car. Besides, if not Alpha Rexton, who else would I go with?!" "Excuse me." "After accusing me like that, can you just apologize?" I was silent and couldn't answer Matilda's question, even though I could see clearly that the man was not Alpha Rexton. Am I looking wrong? I don't think that's poss

Matilda's POV. "What did you hear, Mom?" "I don't know, the voice sounded unclear and faint. I even thought I was dreaming." "Hm, strange." I tried to make a connection between what my mother and I heard. "But I think I only heard one footstep." "Never mind, it's time to go to work, Matilda." My eyes glanced at the wall clock which showed a quarter to eight. "Oh my, I might be late." I got up from my seat, leaving mom who was tidying the dining table after we all had breakfast. Going to the shoe rack, I took white stilettos so that they were the same color as the clothes I was wearing today. Before leaving, I checked my bag, making sure all the things I needed had been brought and stored neatly in the bag. "I'm leaving, Mom." "Be careful, Matilda." I heard my mother scream from inside the house when I closed the door. The distance was far enough for me not to respond to her words. My two feet walked quickly towards the bus stop, I didn't want to miss the bus or I would be

Amelie's POV. The air outside must be very cold, rather than having to be outside, I feel like staying inside. Currently Alpha Rexton is helping me put on my coat, socks and boots. I also wore gloves on both hands so my body would feel warm even though I was outside. We both walked out of the house. I looked around. What will we do? "How about we go for a walk around here? Matilda never takes me for a walk around the area where she lives." I nodded. "I'll be a good tour guide for you, Alpha Rexton." My lips smile. "Follow me." "Okay, Mrs. Pinky." That call made me blush. "A tour like this should be done in summer, the views will look more beautiful." "I think you would really make a good tour guide, Amelie." "Thanks." I smile. "This is a park, not too big but quite fun. Matilda and I used to often play here." Alpha Rexton nodded his head as I explained. "There are many houses here, one of which is the house on the right with a rusty fence that belongs to Jackson." "Do you

Matilda's POV. I can't hide this lie forever. It made me very uneasy, felt guilty and felt like the worst wolfwoman. Even though I have met my mate, I also don't want to let go of Alpha Rexton because I also love him. Alpha Rexton who accompanied me for the past years, he who understands my good and bad. Likewise, I also know everything about him. "W--what are you saying, Matilda? Don't be kidding," said Levin, he seemed to be smiling even though he was stiff. I shook my head. "I'm serious, Levin. I'm not joking. It's true that I already have a lover and he is an Alpha." "Alpha?" His eyes widened. "How could you--" "I'm sorry, Levin." I cut him off. "Before we met, I was already in a relationship with Alpha Rexton. He is the Alpha of the Yellow Moon Pack. We both love each other and this relationship has been going on for almost three years. He and I have also planned to get married." Levin looked at me intently as he explained that. "Y--you already belong to someone." "I'm

Matilda's POV. I woke up with my body drenched in sweat. My chest swelled and contracted due to irregular breathing. The dream I had earlier was really crazy. My hands rose to rub my face, which also felt wet and sticky. My hair also feels limp. Looking towards the window, I saw that the sky was still dark. It was two o'clock in the evening when I glanced at the wall clock. I sat on the bed trying to catch my breath and calm myself down. I sighed. "Why should I dream like that?" All of this happened because I kept thinking about that. My eyes could no longer close after waking up from a nightmare. I tried several times to go back to sleep in various positions, but I still couldn't sleep as soundly as before. I faintly heard the sound of approaching footsteps again. The quiet atmosphere around the house meant that the sound could be heard clearly. My heart beat fast when I heard the footsteps approaching. I'm afraid if what mom thinks is true. What if my house is being targeted