Winston's POVAngelina's little friend had been the first to bump into me, well she had stopped just short of bumping into me but it seemed she had been dragging Angelina behind her and with the way she had abruptly stopped.They bumped into me, just at the entrance to her door.I wanted to get annoyed at the fact that they had both managed to step on my feet, that was like four times the pain that I would have gotten if one foot had done the work, but somehow they all managed to bump into me.Angelina looked flustered at first like she could not understand what was happening, but then at the end when she looked at me she had this look on her face like she already knew that I was the one and she was getting tired of seeing my face.I knew she was faking that.Over the past few days, Marco had been pushing me to get even with her for what she had done in breaking the vase, he always tried to instigate me in one way or another and he would tell me that I was forgetting what I had brough
Angelina's POVThe fact that Winston was acting nicer to me didn't really surprise me. I mean he had always been like this.Cold one moment and warm the next. I was the one who always kept falling for the warm attitude that he always gave sometimes so I ended up getting hurt the most when he did something cold to me, but now I wouldn't even so much as look his way twice.Ella had been watching me ever since the encounter with Winston. She looked at me like I was something special now, someone that could not be touched but I didn't want her to look at me like that. She was my only friend and I would hate for her to start seeing me as someone that Winston would do anything for.She would be believing a lie and I didn't want that.So I promoted her to Assistant Supervisor of the maids."You look like a potato."She burst out laughing at that and even I couldn't hold back the laughter that bubbled up in me. She had been staring at me. We were both supposed to be taking turns supervising
Winston's POVThe wolves would be celebrating the night of the full moon soon.Every year in the eight months, our moon would appear in the sky.A full moon. One that would act as a sign of goodwill and prosperity for all the pack. The moon would be a sign from the moon goddess, showing us that she was with us and that she would always be with us.In a way, it felt a lot like what I thought of Christine.She was still with me, and she would always be with me, she would always be with the pack and she would always be there to smile down on us and make sure that we were safe and loved.The feelings that rumbled through me at the thought of her threatened to dampen the acceptable mood I had been in all morning.I didn't let it.Christine herself had come to me last night, telling me that she wanted me to be happy and showing me the one that she had chosen for me.I had been suspecting it all this while, the way my attraction to her seemed to rumble deep in my belly.Before that even, whe
Angelina's POVI have always been able to tell when someone is feeling guilty because of what they did or rather what they have done.I could see it clear as day on Winston's face that he was feeling guilty, he was feeling extremely guilty but yet this attraction, this pull that I was feeling to him, I didn't know what to think of that.I also didn't know what to think about what he was saying right now."You want me to organize an event?" I asked.He nodded his head and he set his enchanting eyes on me, fully on me, eyes that threatened to drown me in what they were saying.I couldn't tell what he was trying to do by looking at me like that, but I knew that he was trying to do something, I could feel it in my bones."I asked a question?"Winston blinked a few times and fully regained his senses, he looked at me like he hadn't even been hearing all that I had been saying.I couldn't tell what to do at this point. Should I have screamed at him for making me look like I had been speaki
Angelina's POVThe preparations for the party were well underway before Winston came back.He hadn't even left the manor, or whatever they wanted me to call this huge place. He hadn't even left and Ella was already drilling me on the things that I would need to do to make sure this party was a success.I didn't even see the essence of planning for a party when my father was still in the dungeons and when there was every possibility that he was being tortured as I and Ella spoke.I tried to tell her.I also tried to tell her that I would not be up for preparing for a party that I would likely not attend and I certainly wasn't going to plan one for the man that had my father in a steel cage.But as Ella said before. I could always just do it to spite him, except that I wasn't sure if my performing marvelously well would be any form of spite to Winston.I had always dreamed that I would one day stand in a law court, as a lawyer of course, and not as a criminal, maybe as a judge even. I c
Winston's POVI could tell that something was happening by the time I came back.The air seemed to hum with this strange energy like someone was cooking up a scheme but no one could tell if the end of it would be good or bad.I could tell that it would be good though, I could feel it in my bones.I got out of my car and slammed the gate shut.Marco had decided to take another car today, I could tell that he was still pissed about the fact that I had given Angelina the simple liberty of living.He wanted me to make her suffer. I could make her continue with the suffering that I had been imposing on her before, but that would be wrong of me now, thinking like that and acting like that would make me no less than the monster that she believed me to be.I had hit Angelina in anger and I could tell from the way she looked at me that it would not be easy for her to forget that.Inside the walls of the pack house, my house staff moved with urgency to their steps. They all seemed to be in a hu
Angelina's POVWinston was baiting me.I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way his eyes bored into mine, and in the way, he simply smirked. I couldn't tell from his face if he was doing this on purpose, or if he was even baiting me.He didn't look like he was baiting me, and neither did he look like he didn't want to too.I could see the strong planes of his shoulders, I could see the elegant edges of his face, I could see his chest and hell.I blinked and tried to resist the desire that was pulsing through me.I felt like slapping myself with even, one taste, and I couldn't seem to get enough.I was just acting despicable.The warmth that radiated through Winston, the heat that came off him, I could feel it from where I sat like he was some sort of nuclear power plant.Winston was hot.No doubt about that.But he was also intentionally or unintentionally baiting me and I had come prepared."Thanks. I'll have it washed and brought back to you within the hour."I was saying
Angelina's POVElla was strong.I felt like she would truly shake my brains out. It looked like she would but then she stopped and asked me if I was ready to talk now.I told her yes and that she should take a break.She looked tired and thankfully she did not try to deny the fact that she actually was.We ended the day yesterday with me handing over Winston's shirt to a friend of Ella's and telling her that he forgot it in my room.The look she had given me at that statement made me suspect that she didn't like the fact that much. Ella did tell me that most of the maids liked Winston so I wasn't too surprised at her reaction.She took the shirt anyways and I went to bed.That was yesterday.Today I was in my room sitting by the edge of my bed and wondering how I would be able to go out today and do the things that I would need to do with that person around.;Ella was looking at me and holding back the urge to laugh."I thought you said nothing happened between the both of you yesterd
Winston's POVAngelina slept for five days.In the space of those days, we had her father and her friend buried.I quite liked Leslie, she seemed to know a bit more about werewolves than her friend did, and if all Angelina had told me about her was true, then she would have loved to see the wolves herself.She would have loved to see us transform and she would have loved to see us run. She would have wanted to see the borders and she would have loved to see where the sea went to.She would have loved to know about the creatures she read so much about, but she didn't get the chance to.I still couldn't understand how Marco had managed to get to them so quickly. Angelina had said they would take one of the secret passageways Ella had shown her.Only the omegas knew of those passages, and seeing as one of them attacked me, I would say one of them had been in league with Marco too.After I had led the wolves on the run, I came back to meet Angelina passed out on the floor, her father dead
Angelina's POVFather and I were more or less forgotten outside for the night.We heard the wolves had their run in the woods and we heard the distinctive howl of the biggest one. Like a lead singer who directed the voice of all the others.My father and I watched as the body of the witch caught fire as soon as the rays of the moon touched it.I could almost hear screams coming out from those flames, and I would have felt pity for the soul that was being extinguished, but I knew all the things she had done.I was aware of how she had deprived another woman of the joy of having kids and I knew of how she had practiced her infernal magic in a wolf pack for almost two hundred years.Her magic was what kept her alive. Her magic was what made the pack remain so low in population and her magic was what gave her the power to forge alliances with people like Marco and continue their streak of evil.Her magic wasn't needed anymore. The world was better off without it.I turned my head to see m
Angelina's POVMarco was winning.I could see what he was planning to do. Winston probably wasn't aware of the amount of damage that had been done to his wolf, but it was a lot.Winston's wolf wasn't looking good, it wasn't in good shape.I couldn't speak to him anymore. We couldn't talk to each other lest I distract him, but if I could I would have told him to take some time to just circle Marco so he could heal up a bit.The despair had already started to set in and my thoughts had become dark. I was already considering death and what it would be like to be dead.This had to be the most awful thing to ever happen to me in the history of awful. To think that I had happiness at my fingertips, only for me to see it being yanked away from me by some evil guy and his disgusting witch lover.People would do anything for power and Marco was a clear example of that.I couldn't die though.If I died the baby I carried in me would die too and that would bring an end to Winston and his lineag
Winston's POVI felt the bond pull at me the moment Angelina did whatever it was she did.I saw Marco shrink and bare his teeth at me, the light in his eyes glowing violently and a crazed look appearing on his face.I howled and launched myself at him.The wind rippled around us and with it came the leaves of the forest. I felt them set the bounds of our battle.The duel was on.Marco launched himself at me with speed and precision, an attack of teeth and claws and his eyes giving off that aura of danger and confusion.Werewolves didn't feel things the way people did, we were connected to nature in a way no other creature could be and we felt things a lot stronger than any other creature.So when Marco placed his eyes on me and attacked, the dark magic that fueled that glow in his eyes made me falter.Marco struck with aim and precision, going straight for my hind legs and slashing for my throat.I dodged his slash but I felt his teeth sink into my hands.I howled and gave in to the w
Angelina's POVThe rules for the duel were simple.Well, it wasn't really simple, but it was our best shot at this.No matter what happened, I wouldn't be losing Winston anytime soon.When an Alpha challenged another Alpha to a duel, the power that ran through the forest, the same power that made them Alpha would listen, and the moment the other Alpha agreed to the duel, it would be sealed and locked in place.Anyone who defected or violated the rules of the duel would have the magic of the realm to contend with, and that was exactly what Winston was planning on.Marco wasn't a true Alpha, but for now, he was. I had to explain that to Winston last night. He said he had heard me all through the night. He had heard my bones cracking and he had heard my screams. He said he had smelt me too.I still couldn't figure out how that happened or exactly what had happened.I also didn't understand why I heard the word Mate in my head but that wasn't the issue at the moment.The wolves returned
Marco's POVAngelina and Winston escaped.'"How did they escape?"The fool I had put to guard the entrance to the cells looked away as I asked that question. I hadn't been expecting anything else.How did two shackled people, two chained and shackled people manage to get out of their chains and out of their cells? How could that have happened?Well, I could think of one way. One solid way that would leave me so annoyed if I found out it was true.I looked at the door as it came open and she walked in.She didn't look scared of me, at least not anymore. Siblings had to stick together after all and she was my sister. I had always thought she was my mate, but we had both known that wasn't true. "Did you let Angelina out yesterday?"She shook her head and I took a whiff of the air. She wasn't lying. I could feel a lot of things coming off her though. Like fear, desire, and maybe remorse.Was she starting to feel guilty now? Because of a human?I chuckled at that and gestured for her to
Angelina's POVMarco had his men take me and Winston to the dungeons.He gave orders for us to be separated.I could feel Winston in my head. The same way he could feel me in his and neither of us said a word. We simply sat there. feeling each other through the bond but not saying anything. I could tell Winston wanted to say something to me though.I knew he wanted to.But he didn't, and so we both sat in silence, so close to each other but yet so far away. Two thick walls separated me from him.Leslie's death was making me feel things I didn't want to feel.I heard the creak of the door as it came open and soon I was no longer alone.Ella was with me. In one of my dresses and with that sickly green look in her eyes. The light illuminated the sneer on her face and an identical sneer was on mine."Come to gloat?"Ella only chuckled and walked closer to me. I had my hands and feet in chains and I couldn't move. The slap she gave me was crisp and loud.It stung.My head whipped to the si
Angelina's POVSorrow.That was all I felt.I couldn't scream and I couldn't hear anything that was going on around me. The only thing I felt was sorrow.Deep and undeniable sorrow.Leslie was dead. My best friend was dead.Face down on the floor and unmoving, I could see the blood seeping into the shirt she had worn.Leslie was dead.Why?Why did he kill her?I could barely register the voices that were speaking in the room. I knew that Winston and Marco were talking, and I knew Marco was asking for something that could never be his, but I didn't care about all of that.The only thing I cared about at the moment was the person who lay on the floor. My best friend had been alive a few moments ago but was no longer alive now.Why did I bring her here? Just for her to meet an untimely death? No. I wouldn't have offered to bring her with me if I knew she would end up being killed. We had been captured because of my short-sightedness. I thought no one else would be using the servant pass
Marco's POVI watched as the door to the office swung open and in walked my old friend.Winston. Alpha of the werewolves, and protector of the realm.I scoffed.Angelina stood beside me, bound in rope and mumbling words that weren't actually words.Winston was too predictable. Angelina even more so.I knew she would try to use the secret entrance into the manor, and I knew she would try to use the one the maid had shown to her.But what I didn't know was that she would bring yet another human with her, into werewolf territory and the werewolf world.I could feel anger pulsing through me at the thought of that and I smirked as I leveled my gaze at him. His eyes still had that faint glint of gold in them.The gleam confirmed to me that he had been the one who opened the barrier.I was worried that I had been sidelined by the witch. I wouldn't put it past the two-hundred-year-old crones to actually have some trick up her sleeve that would give her the power to do that.We had trust issue