I was growing more afraid as we got closer. I couldn't explain it; maybe it was because of what Raymond had just told me. "I need to relax," I murmured to myself:"I haven't informed the police or anyone else, so why should I be scared?"If Raymond was suspecting anything, I had only one choice to do, I couldn't keep hiding things from him. He needed to understand me. I needed to explain things to him when I got there.“Ma’am. We’re here” I heard the driver say, the car slowing to a stop. I looked out the window and noticed that we had reached a palace I had never seen before in the city. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t register when we reached here so fast. “Ma’am, you need to step out” The driver said again after noticing my refusal to leave the car. Where was I supposed to step out?I looked at the driver in confusion at his words as I tried to register his words. He quickly noticed my confusion and immediately rephrased his statement:“Go to the back seat”And even wi
Camilla POV"I've got some men inside already," Officer Trey said to the cop with Louis over the phone. "I want you to be careful out there.""Everything seems too calm to be true here. Being careful is our priority," Trey replied, scanning his surroundings with heightened awareness."We've got company, Trey. Over," one of the officers near Damian's apartment reported through his walkie-talkie."How many? Over," Trey asked, his grip tightening on his gun as the humming sound of their walkie-talkie continued humming some after a story to each of the officer's statements."Four armed men outside. Over," the cop replied, voice tense."Do whatever you can to keep them in check. Over," Trey instructed, his mind racing with possible scenarios."Sure," the officer confirmed, determination evident in his tone and made gestures to fellow cops inside to be alert explaining his plans on how to contain the situation. "We need to act fast. Camilla is already inside," Officer Trey said to Lawrence
Camilla’s POV "Come with me now," Raymond demanded, gripping my hands tightly and dragging me along."What's going on?" I repeated, my voice trembling with confusion and fear. "Raymond, talk to me!"His silence was chilling. His furious grip and determined pace told me this was serious—deadly serious."You've gotten on my nerves with what you've done," he snarled. "How dare you call the police on me? I told you from the beginning not to contact anyone, especially the police. Now, you'll suffer for it."He yanked me toward a dimly lit room. Panic surged through me. I hadn't called the police; I was sure of it. But his accusation shook me to the core."Police?" I repeated, my voice echoing with disbelief. "I didn't call the police. How could I?"Raymond's grip tightened as he hissed, "Who else would know, if not you? You'll pay for disobeying me."I realized then that convincing him of my innocence was futile. His mind was made up. My thoughts turned to my children—what would happen to
Camilla's POV, The tension in the room was palpable. Fear was etched on my children's faces as the echo of gunshots filled the air. Mira trembled uncontrollably, her anxiety almost tangible.“Mum, what's going on?” George asked, his voice quivering, the relentless gunfire outside making time seem to stretch indefinitely.“Some bad people are outside, and the police are trying to save us,” I explained, trying to make sense of the chaos for them.“Where is Daddy?” he pressed, worried about knitting his brow.“I don’t know right now,” I replied, noting the curiosity mixed with fear in his expression.“Are we going to make it out of here alive?” Mira's voice was barely a whisper, yet it carried the weight of her dread.“Yes, of course. I'm here to protect you, and I won't let any harm come to either of you,” I reassured them, trying to infuse my words with conviction I didn't entirely feel.The gunfire outside grew fiercer. More officers had arrived, and Raymond’s men seemed desperate, d
Camilla’s POV Damian's anger was palpable,“he's capable of doing anything at the moment,”Whispering into Lawrence’s ear I could sense the fear in my children's breath,“Do not let the situation get a hold of you, I'm not here to hurt you, I'm only here to save my family,” Lawrence “And you think i would let you out of my leash just like that”, Damian questioned Lawrence as he stretched forth his hand pointing the gun right at Lawrence, I pushed Mira and George with my hand behind me in a bid to protect them.At this point I would do anything to protect my kids, and pushing them behind me was just a demonstration of my intention to keep them safe. “The situation can get better, I can help you escape from here also” Lawrence said out loud to Damian who was pointing a gun at him already,One of Lawrence’s hand was raised up as a sign of surrender and no intention to attack,Lawrence took some steps backwards as Damian approached him, My heart was panting really fast, I knew the wo
Camilla’s POV:Lawrence assured me, "I'll be right back," then hurried to the window to assess the situation outside."We'll be out of here soon," I whispered to my frightened children, their faces etched with fear.Returning to us, Lawrence scooped up Mira, holding her protectively against his chest. "Outside looks clear now. We need to move," he muttered urgently."I'll take George," I replied, moving towards the door. Just as we were about to leave, a piercing scream shattered the silence."Lawrence!" The voice echoed through the room. We spun around to see Raymond, gripping Damian's discarded gun, aiming directly at Lawrence.Before anyone could react, Raymond pulled the trigger. Lawrence instinctively shielded Mira, his body twisting to evade the bullet, but it struck his shoulder with a sickening thud.“Ooh” Lawrence shouted and screamed in pain, he managed to keep Mira down and he lay on the floor groaning in pain and anguish, you could hear the pain in his shout and it was evi
Lawrence’s POVI was overreacting to what had just happened. As I lay on the hospital bed, my thoughts were consumed with Bella. What was she thinking? What was she doing? Had she seen Camilla and the children? These questions occupied my mind relentlessly, making it impossible to relax."You need some rest. The bullet has been removed already," the doctor said, his tone calm and reassuring. I looked at him with a glimmer of relief, and he responded with a smile. "It's fascinating how fast the healing process is. But anyway, it's all good," he added.My wolf nature was a significant factor in my swift recovery. I knew I wouldn't be in the hospital for long; soon, I'd be back to attending to the things that mattered most."Where is Bella?" I asked the nurse who was attending to me. "I need to see her.""She is with an officer in the waiting room. Is there anything I can help you tell her?" the nurse replied."I need to speak with her shortly," I insisted."Alright then, I'll get her to
Camilla POV,I sat down on the couch, my mind racing with the officer's words. “What could he have meant?” I asked myself, curiosity mingling with anxiety.“The cops want me at the station. They need me for something, but I have no idea what,” I said to Britney, who had noticed my worried expression.“Is that why you’re so stressed? You haven’t done anything wrong. You worry too much about everything and everyone. You need some rest. Don’t let this bother you, dear sis,” she said, trying to pacify me and lift my spirits. Despite her comforting words, a shadow of worry still loomed over me. Lawrence also weighed heavily on my mind.What could his condition be now? The questions kept swirling, and my impatience grew.“I should head out soon,” I told Britney as I began preparing to leave for the police station.Meanwhile, in the council chambers, the elders had convened an emergency meeting to address the absence of their alpha from the palace.“We are making progress, my lord,” the cap
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