Miguel "Has any of these scars ever disappeared?" I asked her.She had a shocked expression on her face which I had anticipated. "Lila?" I called her again, waiting for her answer. I remembered what the man servant at Mistwood pack had told me when I asked him about Lila. I never took it serious
Lila My body reacted strangely to Miguel's touches yet he didn't seem fazed. Did he think it was perfectly normal for him to just touch me like that?! My body at such proximity with his caused a certain heat to build in my lower abdomen. The fact that he acted so random with me made me feel like
"It was all in a bid to prepare you for the future Lila." She didn't seem tired of repeatedly using that same phrase. "Future?!" I scoffed. "There would be no future if I had died back in the forest. I bet you knew what was going to happen but decided to run away like you've always done." I was
Miguel I took a thick cover coat and went out of the house but not without warning the twin rogues to keep their eyes on Lila. I guess they ended up useful. It would be nice if they stayed with Lila and watched over her while I was away. "We are slowly building an army Miguel." Black said. "We
Lila I woke up feeling completely okay. I thought that I would wake up with a migraine or body pains but surprisingly, I woke up with none. Before Miguel would come into my room like I thought he would, I quickly took my bath. I couldn't bare being naked before him again. The first time a man w
Lila Miguel and I got into the passenger seat behind the Alpha King's. All through the drive to his mansion, no one said a word. I couldn't tell what the Alpha was thinking nor Miguel. Both men had neutral expressions on. I guess that was one thing they had in common with each other. During th
"What do you mean by that?" I asked him, furrowing my brows in confusion. "Except from the portrait in his study and a few other books, everything else is locked away in a safe. The maid servants who clean up his office regularly often say that he had that safe even before his death and had always
CHAPTER 50 Lila He was a middle aged man. I held my breath as he moved toward the shelf where I was hiding. I covered my mouth to prevent myself from making any sound that might implicate me. Beady sweats had formed on my forehead out of nervousness. The servant went through the books noisily,