Lawrence POV“You need to discuss this with Lawrence, he's the father of my child and he has no choice but to make me his Luna”, Bella exclaimed to Elder Albert in his home when she went to visit him to discuss his plight with him.“The council of elders is aware of this and we are trying to also convince him to get reunited with you but he has been adamant on this.We are also aware that this is because of the return of that woman Camilla so we are planning on what to do” elder Albert explained to Bella.“He should have nothing to do with Camilla, I'm the mother of his heir, Bella stated.“It's not what you think Bella, there is more to his relationship with Bella than just love, He has children with Camilla”, elder Albert informed Bella, Bella was dumbfounded, the revelation that Albert just made to her was too heavy for her to bear, she became mute and looked at Albert in confusion,“Children!!” she exclaimed, shock evident in her tone. “Yes Bella, Camilla has twins for Lawrence,”
Lawrence's POV “The mouthpiece of the moon goddess has already made things clear and easy for us Albert, We can't go against the doctrine, you of all people should be aware of all of this” an elder in our midst countered Elder Albert,But we can't ignore the bad luck that Camilla poses to bring to us if she eventually is made the Luna, I only have the best interest of our pack at heart.“Silence”, I shouted at the top of my voice, You all already know that there is no possibility way that I'm going to be reunited back with Bella. “My heart belongs to Camilla and the moon goddess has made things easier for me, it is not longer a topic for debate, Camilla would be the Luna of our pack the marriage rites would be done soon, I declared” to the hearing of everyone in the room, without waiting to hear any further things that they might have to say a stoop up and left. Getting to my living room I stopped immediately as Bella's gaze notified me that she had long been awaiting my presenc
Lawrence POV“My son, everything will be fine soon. You'll be back on your feet again, I promise you,” I said to George as Camilla and I entered his ward.Camilla looked at us both and smiled. It was the first time she had seen us together."It's nice to see you two together," she said, her smile widening. "I dream of moments like this every night," I told her, sitting on George's bed and gently massaging his forehead. "I can't wait for all of us to be back home.""Soon, you'll bear the emblem of the alpha on your forehead. It's just a matter of time, my son. The rites to the birth of an alpha will soon be performed on you."My attempts to lift their spirits continued, trying to pull Camilla and George out of their grief.“We need to act quickly, Lawrence,” Camilla muttered as she approached us from a distance.“Camilla, we've been given the chance to marry. There's no more opposition to our union. The mouthpiece of the moon goddess told me we need a Luna to give us the edge to trium
Lawrence's POV,My worries came to a halt as two stern-faced cops escorted Camilla to see Raymond. The presence of law enforcement assured me of her safety; after all, this was a police station. She would surely be safe.But now, a new concern gnawed at me. What did Raymond need to disclose to Camilla? What was so pressing that he called upon the woman who had distanced herself from him, the very one who had a hand in his imprisonment? “Maybe he wants to apologize for everything he did,” I mused. Or perhaps he intended to beg her for help, to plead for his release. I sat in Officer Trey’s office, my mind spinning with these thoughts, trying to decipher Raymond's mysterious summons.“I think I need to speak to Officer Trey about this,” I decided, hoping he might shed some light on the situation.“I don't know what he has to disclose to her,” Trey confessed when I questioned him. “He’s refused to say anything to any of us until he sees Camilla. We’re hoping she’ll share everything he s
Lawrence POV Camilla took quite some time there. My curiosity spiked with every passing minute. I wasn't sure if their discussion was important, but I sat in the office, trying to remain patient.When Camilla finally walked in, her face looked troubled and worried. She glanced at me from the corner of her eyes, a look that made me suspicious that something was wrong. This time, though, I had the unsettling feeling that I was the one in trouble."Thank you, Officer, for your time," she said to Trey, shaking his hand as she approached the desk where Trey and I sat opposite each other."Do you mind giving us a glimpse of what he said?" Trey asked, his inquisitive nature evident in his expression."It's just a personal issue we needed to resolve before his departure," Camilla replied, her little smile attempting to lend authenticity to her statement."Alright then, I'd rather not meddle in your personal affairs before you both turn me into a counselor," Trey jokes, lightening the atmosph
Lawrence's POV "Lawrence, we don't have to waste much time here. Just tell me about your stay in London," Camilla demanded, her frustration palpable in her voice.As my meal was served, Camilla's eyes never left me, watching every bite I took. "You seem to be growing more impatient by the minute, Cam. Is this really that important to you?" I asked, sensing her escalating rage and frustration.She shot me a look of pure disgust, her silence speaking volumes she was only interested in the response I would give to her."Well, I've been to many cities, but oddly enough, I've never set foot in London," I said, noticing the shock that flashed across her face.She clearly hadn't expected that. Her reaction made it evident my statement contradicted whatever she had anticipated and was expecting me to say."Are you pulling my leg, Lawrence?" she asked, disbelief etched into her features and her body language."Why would I do that, Camilla? Don't you trust me?" I replied swiftly, meeting her
Lawrence's POV “Whoever you are, you’re not welcome here. It’s best if you leave now,” I said, my voice reverberating through the room, the anger in my tone unmistakable. My frustration was palpable, growing with each passing second.He didn’t retreat. Instead, he began to close the distance between us. I advanced, my fury burning hotter, and I snarled as I moved. He leaned in, meeting my aggression with his own, signaling he was ready for a fight. Without hesitation, I pounced and lunged at him, my fist connecting with his right cheek in a sharp, decisive blow. I gripped his neck tightly along with his white shirt.Fully aware that his free hands could still retaliate or defend.I withdrew momentarily, preparing for another strike, my knuckles poised to deliver another powerful punch. He quickly caught on, his reaction swift as he shoved me back, trying to regain his footing. But I was already anticipating his move, gearing up for a fierce counterattack, ready to send him reeling w
Lawrences POV“You’ve gotten a taste of what I’m capable of. Now, let’s focus on what brought you to my humble abode,” I said, pacing around the room, watching him regain his strength.I could see his wounds healing rapidly. After a few minutes, he stood upright, fully recovered from the fight. It was clear that he had completely healed. I, too, had recovered, standing tall and energized once more. One of the perks of being a wolf is this accelerated healing process.“Let’s discuss matters of importance,” the woman with him said, her displeasure evident in her voice as she addressed what I had done to her accomplice.“I can't seem to grasp what's going on here. Who are you, and what are you doing here in the first place?” I asked, feeling a growing unease with their presence.“Isn’t it obvious?” The woman stepped forward, leaving her accomplice behind as she took a few steps forward “He’s Luke, your twin brother, and he’s here to reclaim what is rightfully his.” She pointed her index
Even with the sunshine streaming through the window illuminating the tiles, the hospital room appeared to be freezing.Camilla laid her back on the thin pillows behind her, feeling self-conscious in the poorly woven hospital gown.Her arms were rendered immobile to her body by the metal cuffs whose edges had been tenderising her skin. The sound of chains rattled softly as she moved, trying to get into a position that was not too cramped within the confines.However, her focus was nowhere near her physical discomfort. She was exonerated for poisoning Bella's son.However, her suffering was not finished. Bella’s schemes had left emotional as well as physical scars on her.Camilla hadn’t finished the struggle, however. Her name remained sullied, and there were people in the pack, and even more so in the elders, who were not ready to absolve her.They wanted her to be put away until everyone was sure that there was nothing to be apprehensive about. Lawrence was trying to resist but it was
The sound of machines in the hospital filled the room where Camilla was, still a bit weak but recuperating.She was connected to an IV and had her wrists bandaged due to the straps that had restrained her to the bed—reminders of the fact, that needless to say, she was still considered a criminal and a patient at the same time.The grey hospital gown had been too oversized for her body. There was no mistaking the patience strength in her eyes, the vividness of life that once inhabited her can only be remembered.But Lawrence transcended. He stood next to her bed with his broad shoulders drooping, bloodshot eyes bearing the evidence of sleepless nights.His hand was just above hers, wanting to hold her hand but scared at the prospect of hurting her more.The vow he made to her was that he would bring her justice and that was one vow he would keep. But being here in this common room, looking at her wasting away from a fictitious story, every single second was a shame that he could not es
The heavy door of the female prison traced a long sound down the dark corridor.Camilla sat on the hard, cold mattress, looking at the wall in search of the clusters in it.She had become used to this solitary confinement, this waiting that went for hours in this agonisingly silent place, to the thinking that after all her efforts, it was Bella’s betrayal that would ruin her.Yet deep down, it was not only fear. There was something else. Lawrence was on the warpath. He had sworn an oath to resolve the matter and extricate her from this predicament.There was no option but to endure. However, the fear about the impending threat that had been increasing over the past few days would not go away, even if Camilla wanted it to.The other female prisoners had started to gossip about something different. They would look at her sometimes with suspicion; now, that look seemed more calculated. The security men, too appeared sharper, more alert. Something was in the offing. She could sense it.As
Bella paced around her hospital room and attempted to bite the urge to panic that was building up in her system.She was in the bathroom of Frank's room thinking of how Lawrence had approached her that morning.Frank, on the other side, was not helping her, as he was clenching his jaw, making it difficult for her to ignore the tension building up in her chest.Things were going south, and the efforts of the lawyer representing Lawrence were making the situation worse every moment.She had thought that she could turn the tables—contain the situation the way she always did. Lawrence’s doggedness in wanting to lick Camilla’s accusation clean even the further it was from her was slowly but surely tearing her apart.The lawyer was a brilliant and unbending executioner who had been pricking her for weeks.Bella had not taken him very seriously, as she thought that he would eventually give up on finding any truth. But she did not expect this level of meticulousness. He was starting to dig up
Lawrence perched himself on the edge of the hospital bed, his fingers playing a drumroll along the cold metallic edge. He was cosy in deep thoughts, yet his brain was tyranny, struck with several thoughts at the same time. The young boy who was his child, was unconscious in the hospital, and so many devices were attached to his tiny form. Every beep, every breath, was painful to hear, breaking the heavy silence in the room, indicating the seriousness of the matter.Moreover, there had been additional problems concerning Frank which even the doctors could not explain. The only plausible explanation had been the poison theory up until that point. At least until the head researcher on Frank's case, Dr Nolan had wanted to speak to him privately.Embarrassingly enough, every sensation caused in him was mixed with tension. The chilling thought of Camilla tortured him. She was in a prison cell, waiting for her turn to be acquitted of the charges of poisoning Frank. It had all been Bella’s tr
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted ex
At the moment her heels clicked on the ground, and the enormous boughs of metal gates crashed behind her, panic coursed through Camilla. The implacable ambience of the barricade encased her in a thick layer of mist.She heard her footsteps bouncing off the walls in the long stretch that had steel-barred cells on all sides. The other occupant who was being brought in looked at her with a fierce intensity that signalled annoyed, hollow, and accusing silence.The door was opened by the guards and she made to come in. Camilla avoided eye contact with her because she looked like trouble.Hours passed, and she was still hearing them constantly bickering about her poisoning a child.She had to remind herself that this was not true. It was a horrible fiction, one that she found herself accusatory burning into the present time because of Bella's machinations.For having allegedly attempted to poison Bella's child, Camilla had lost her freedom and her self-respect.Now, stuck in the exhausted e
Camilla was in prison. How could all this have happened so fast? First, it was that room where they interrogated her, and the next thing she knew, she landed in a cell.It still couldn't fully get into her head what had happened. It was like an Andy Warhol painting facade of surrealness that would eventually take the form of reality when she was out of it with her sanity intact.A moment before, Camilla had stood in front of the door to her cell as it creaked open under the command of the guard's key.The guard himself didn't say a word.Once she was inside, the heavy door slammed shut with a loud click.Saying nothing, he turned and walked away. If her cell was an inch shorter, she wouldn't be able to stand in it. The only furniture was a steel toilet, while the only lighting came from one window made of thick iron.Camilla sat down on the bed and put her head in her hands. She did not cry. Lawrence would rescue her; he had to do that. He had promised her thus.Hours had passed after
Camilla sat on the chair where she was left alone after Lawrence had gone. She could hear the guards talking from the other side. But the only thing that came to her mind was how all of these happened. It was just a beautiful morning, in less than twenty-four, and she was accused of murder. A child murder.The accusation against her was so sudden that she had no idea what was going on. “Poison?” The word left her mouth and she thought of how she could even get a hold of one“Poisoning a child?”It was unimaginable to her.Yet, here she was. In jail. Accused of something so despicable. It made her feel sick.She rubbed her hands all over her face trying to breathe. Everything wasn't going her way at all.“Who?” she whispered. . “Who could have possibly done this?”She racked her brain, thinking of every moment leading up to the incident. He was fine. Then she served him his food along with Gia and George. He began to have a seizure.She knew she was in big trouble. Everything seemed