Semua Bab My Alpha, My Mate, My Ruin.: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Betsy’s POVIt was already getting dark when we were all set and fully dressed.I packed a little, but a heavy bag that contained only a handful of things I had decided to take with me was placed at my feet. The rest of my belongings had been left behind, not because of carelessness, but because nothing else could be considered as being of any value. It was leaving that mattered; it was choosing the safe route even if it came with fear and uncertainty that mattered.Nick was standing by my side, already wearing his coat, his body straight but tense. The people who were unfamiliar with him would probably think that he was fine, calm, and ready. But I knew my brother too well so that I could not be fooled.He was not okay.There was something in his eyes, a dullness, a shadow that told me his mind was actually quite far away. He was permanently watching the road, then his watch, and then he would look around as if he were expecting something bad to occur.I shifted my position a bit clo

Drake’s POVNick was discreetly standing at one end of the compound when I first saw him.He neither engaged in conversation nor formed any company with the other pack members. Anyone who saw him would recognize that he was vigilant. He was not entirely trusting of this place, and I could very well understand him.This was my pack, my home, but to Nick, it was not his home, with possibly dangerous people if something went wrong.From afar, I looked at him for a short time.Nick had generally been this way, quiet, observant, and cautious. He always went to the point, and he was never in a hurry to relax, with his sister being the main factor. Bringing Nick over had never been easy for him. Finally, I made up my mind to go to him.He could have sensed me coming and therefore gave a slight turn of his head to look at me. Our eyes met, giving off a questioning look.“Nick,” was all I said.“Drake,” was his answer.I was standing beside him, not really close enough, so as to give him some

Betsy's pov That night, I was a little bit on the edge after dinner.The atmosphere in the house was tranquil, but my mind was turbulent. People had already dispersed, each one engaging in quiet dialogues or retreating to their respective rooms. Nick had gone in earlier, claiming that he was tired. I didn’t know where Drake was, but a guess would be that he was occupied with pack business. I wanted to go outside for some air.The night atmosphere was refreshing, and the wind felt soothing on my skin. Nearly.While I was strolling, another presence began to register with me.I heard footsteps.They were faint but firm and were matching my pace. Initially, I tried to convince myself that it was nothing serious. After all, this was a pack. The movement and changing of places were constant. But still, the sensation did not go away.Somebody was following me.My pulse quickened.Step by step, I reduced my pace, paying keen attention to the surroundings. The footsteps were still right be

Drake's POVI was still dragging Peter, giving him no choice, and he was just a bit slower on the way, until we got to the place that was far from the building.Even though the morning breeze was very strong and I felt it sting my skin a little, still, the anger inside me was not cooled down even a bit. The pack was still quiet; most of the people were still sleeping, which made his behavior even more annoying. This was not a place for trial and error, not at this time, and definitely not when my Betsy was involved.At long last, I let him go and faced him.“Were you trying your luck with some other girl at this odd hour in the morning?” was the question I popped.Lowered, yet controlled, my voice was with much clear cutting.Peter merely let his shoulders drop back, as if he were only a bit irritated by the whole matter. He showed no signs of either shame or guilt. If anything, his looks were of a person enjoying the situation. “Me? No, I wasn’t doing anything wrong,” he said. “I j

Vivian’s POVI guess this is the height of despair in the form of embarrassment.Even the elders’ disapproval when they were calling my name was not as bad.Or the time when people would look at me, thinking they knew my story.Not even when Drake started to cut off ties with me slowly.Nothing could be more intense than this moment, this situation I found myself in was a milestone, nothing could even come close.I was there, with Drake and his father, who viewed me as the most disgusting thing on earth and treated me as if I were a germ that needed to be disinfected.It was like being talked to in a condescending way.My heart was racing and it was so hard for me to breathe because the surrounding was very thick and heavy. In this very unfavorable situation, I turned to a statue, with no expression on my face but I was internally fighting a war in which something was being broken.Who does he think he is to equate me with my father?Who does he think he is to say it in such a way tha