Semua Bab Howl of Regrets: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Unlike others who smile at the rising of the sun and declare today is the day they've wished for, well, not for me. Today is a day I never wished for—a day I'd lose ownership of the place Hayden and I call home.I'm zipping up one of the luggage pieces on the floor of the closet when the doorbell rings, and my heart skips; my grip pauses on the zipper. I've been getting visitors more often, all prospective house buyers who are interested in buying the house. Thank goodness Hayden is in school. It's always shameful when they come around in the evening, and Hayden gets to watch them inspect the house.If it wasn't for the agent, Hayden, Felicia, and I would have been kicked out when the mortgage payment became overdue. She's letting us stay until the next real buyer comes around. I don't even know why I'm delaying leaving when we're still going to move out anyway.Scared to keep the agent waiting for another minute, I hurry downstairs and open the door only to see Jennifer on the porch.

Lester's P O VA resounding slap echoes outside my office. My secretary's grunt causes my hand to pause on my chest. My fluttering heart knots in anger that quickly dissipates. I've learned not to be angry about things that can't change.Derek's behavior, my father's second son, my half-brother, is one of the things that can't change. Which is why a tyrant is leading a company, and all I do is turn a blind eye to his aggressive behavior because my father sees nothing wrong with him being a psycho.The door bursts open and Derek stomps in, his heart heaving as he fumes in anger. He roars in his deep, hoarse voice as he says, “First, I did you a favor to build a subsidiary after winning the case.” His neck veins thicken, and spit splatters with each furious breath.He begins to stomp towards me. “Tell me why the hell you went against the man who made you what you are to choose Moon Pack as the next pack fair development, ha?”I scoff, amused by his offensive remarks. I get those offensi

I shake my head and scoff, displeased that I'm perceiving things. It's disheartening to realize I've been thinking about Lester without even knowing it.My mouth waters, and I instinctively adjust in my chair, restless as more of the scent penetrates my senses, disorganizing my composure. I can tell the scene is not a mere thought; it's present. Here. In my office.I spring up from my seat with a force that threatens to knock the seat over. I dash to the door and reach for the knob, but the door swings inward violently.Scared the door will smash in my face, I gasp, quickly stepping back. One of my heels twists, and I lose balance.My breath stutters.I'm falling backward, my arms swing in the air, desperate to grab on to anything to break my fall.Then an arm snaps around my waist, stopping me short. An envelope slaps against my back, crumpled in the same hand that's holding me upright.He yanks me to his chest, and I protest, throwing up my palms, but they meet solid muscles instead

Lester's P O V“We don't keep such information for that long,” the bar manager says across from me at his desk, and I clench my teeth in sadness.I keep having a feeling I've met Hillary before the accident that took most of my memory instead of my life. This feeling has lingered for three years, after she three times rejected a job offer to work in Crimson Pack, my pack. The first time I met her, I was so blinded by what I felt for her that I didn't pay attention to how mad she was at me. I was more focused on having her, thinking of how we could be together, and leaving out the important part.After she tossed me out of her office with a threat to file a restraining order, the feeling of familiarity from her tone set me off on the adventure to find out what happened to me before the incident. If I've ever met her before the accident, I want to know. That's the only thing I care about.“But…” the manager trails off, looking as if he's trying to remember something, and I lean on his d

As I think of what to say to make Lester stop, he pulls away from me and turns the opposite direction, and stomps off. My hand squeezes on my chest as I watch him disappear through the back door. Seconds stretch into minutes, and there's no sign of him coming back, and I'm still pinned to the door the way he left me.I clean the tears that run down my face at the thought of what Lester is doing to me. I can't shake off the truth that Lester went to dangerous lengths just to make me submit to his desires. Why is he doing this to me? First, he left me believing he was going to come for me, then he came back asking to sleep with me, and then he threatened me with a secret that wouldn't have existed in the first place if he had never come into my life.Shattered, helpless, and hurt, I sob, almost wailing. I'm cleaning my face with the back of my hands when Lester walks back to me, his heavy and fast steps chill me to the core. I tense, unable to breathe. I want to step backwards and disa