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(Alpha Andrew's POV):My expression darkened as my fist clenched at the last memory of wars when I was younger. Many children lost their lives. But that was about twenty-two years ago. The human hunters were searching for our kind.It was a bloody war, but the werewolves joined forces to ensure no human escaped the mountains alive to testify to what they saw."Don't worry. I won't make such mistakes again," I assured Dr. Lance before I pulled his office door open and left.When I stepped out of the pack's infirmary, the night had fallen.Thomas straightened his posture and dismissed a young nurse that he was conversing with, and he asked me, "Are you leaving now, Alpha?""Yes. Let's go," I replied swiftly before entering my car.Thomas jumped into the driver's seat and asked, "Where to, Alpha?""The recreational area as discussed," I replied swiftly, pulling out a stick of cigarette. My mood was dark at the thought that a human could get pregnant by a werewolf.What was I thinking? Ho

MARTHA: "Hello, Mom? What do you want?" I asked her coldly, knowing that my dad was the one who had advised me to call her Mom—not knowing that she was a secret killer. "Martha, where the hell did you go today? Do you want me to report to your uncles that you are now wandering about the city and doing secret hookups at night since the death of your father?" Sandra asked, sounding like a concerned mother. My uncles would be touched, thinking that she cared, not knowing that she was rejoicing that I hadn’t returned home. "Not like you care about me. I will be home, but not today. I have some things to take care of," I replied firmly, my thumb reaching to end the call, and Sandra yelled. "Martha, I want you to come home today. You have to check your wedding dress and get prepared for your wedding with Mark!" she pointed out, and I laughed. "I am not getting married to Mark. Let Elena try on the wedding dress. After all, she has been trying on Mark's dîck. I am sure she can fit in the

MARTHA:When I arrived at the front gate of my father’s house, I got out of the cab and paid the driver.As I strode to the gate and pounded on it, I realized it was locked.I pounded heavily and waited for someone to open it. The sound of approaching footsteps caught my ear.The gate swung open, and Elena stood there wearing a yellow top and a brown skirt, with brown slippers too. Her arms were crossed over her chest as she stared at me mockingly.“Martha, I thought you did not want to come back home again,” Elena spoke coldly. But I ignored her and walked into the house.I made my way into the living room, where I met Sandra and Mark’s mother, Zara, seated on the couch.“Good morning, Ma,” I greeted them, as the atmosphere thickened upon my entrance.Zara wore a green top and a black skirt. She was a middle-aged woman with brown skin. She forced a tight smile that didn’t reach her eyes and asked, “Martha, where have you been?”“Somewhere. But I am home now,” I replied, as I moved pa

MARK:"Mark, you cannot have Martha locked up in her room. She will not run away. She will marry you and sign the marriage agreement. We do not have to make it obvious that we want to take the company from her," Sandra said when I strode downstairs to meet her and Elena."Mark, you have to let that bìtch go. There's nothing that she can do to challenge us," Elena said, her tone confident, but I shook my head."Martha is growing wings. First, she slept outside, and now she is dating her boss. Mr. Weston has connections, and I cannot allow her to start dating him. She just found out that you and I are dating. If I allow Mr. Weston and Martha to start dating, she will not agree to marry me. She will not sign that document, and we will lose. She might even get his help and send us to jail. So that cannot happen. What's best is to lock Martha up in that room until the wedding day," I replied coldly.I never loved Martha to begin with. She was skinny and not my type. But when her father was

ELENA'S POV: "That bìtch! I cannot believe she got my mother arrested," I yelled as I stood outside the police station building with Mark. "Mark, we have to come up with a solution. How do we get my mother out?" I asked him, just as Barrister Williams walked up to meet us. He wore a white top and black trousers, a middle-aged man and my father’s lawyer. "Good evening, Ms. Roger," Barrister Williams said as he approached. "Welcome, Barrister. What will we do? The police refuse to grant my mother bail, and they promise to investigate this. My mother is innocent. Martha only wants to seize everything our father left behind," I said, choosing my words carefully as I could see some people staring at us. "You have to do everything possible to ensure your mother isn’t charged in court for child abuse. Martha is headstrong about getting revenge against your mother. Why did you both treat her so unfairly? She could have married Mark peacefully without knowing she had signed the company ove