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 POVI felt like hitting myself.Why did I have to do that to her?Why did I have to do the exact thing that she had thought I would do, something I had told her I wouldn't do?"Are you okay?"I looked up and I could see Marco was looking at me. He had made himself scarce the past few days and I could tell that he was still annoyed concerning the decision I had taken regarding Angelina.I had already made the decision though and I wasn't planning to back down on it anytime soon.Marco was my beta, he could advise me and he could suggest a line of action to me but it was still left to me to choose if I was to accept that decision or not, and at the moment, I still felt that my current decision was the right one.I couldn't consciously keep on making her suffer, even if she was just a human and her father was being held for killing my mate.I needed to handle this matter like the Alpha.Not like a disgruntled schoolboy that hits women."I'm fine. Just sort of scatterbrained."M
Angelina's POV"He's going to hate it.''I smirked at Ella's statement."Why do you think I made it?"She shot me a look that told me enough of what she thought, but still, this was perfect.While I was on holiday during one of my long and tedious school sessions, I took up tailoring to help me get out of my head for a bit.I sort of excelled and failed at the same time and so I sort of gave it up, but I still learned a few things.Things like how to make a silver suit a marvelous mix up of silver and gold.I almost hated the fact that I made this for Winston, it was simply too beautiful to be worn, I also couldn't be that sure that it would even fit him because for one, I didn't tell him that I would be improving on his silver suit, and secondly, I also didn't tell him that I would be adding deep gold in the bright silver.My hands throbbed and I felt they would fall off at any moment but it was still worth it.For one, I had outdone myself with the designs. I actually embroidered th
Winston's POVWhat happened just now?I bent my head to look at the bag that Angelina had handed me and I could already tell from the scent that was wafting off the material inside whose bag it was.I could also tell that Angelina had either touched it in places or she had done something to it. Not because of the fact that she looked so happy, but mainly at the fact that her scent was also intertwined with mine, it was happier by the second thought, almost the same way her figure was steadily retreating down the hallway to go down thoughts.She's a whirlwind when she wants to be, someone that is worth the amount of love that she gave out.I had seen the work she had been doing, and the effort she was putting into this event.A festival she knew nothing about and one that she didn't even know its origins, yet she still puts in so much energy to make sure that the event would go on without a hiIt was the most selfless thing I could think of at the moment and looking at her leave, I sh
Angelina's povWinston didn't scream at me.He didn't come to my room to drag me out by my hair.You know those thoughts and feelings of irritation that would sometimes ripple through the mind at the thought of someone being wicked and simply hurting you because they had the power to?I had those same feelings ripple through me as I thought of what Winston might do to me when he found out that I had embroidered crescent golden moons onto his suit.But he didn't do any of that.He didn't react the way I expected him to.Instead he was busy looking like a god in the suit I modified for him."Can you believe that, Ella?"Ella only laughed as she shook her head.'"I would have not been able to if not for the fact that I was seeing it with my own eyes. How did you manage to get him to wear it, did you beg him to?"I squinted at Ella's question.Had somehow unconsciously begged him to wear this suit?I ruined it with the shiny golden threads, didn't I?At least I hoped I did.But if I did,
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