Lawrence's POV:“Everyone, stay sharp and stay alert!” I shouted at the top of my lungs as the wail of sirens drew nearer.The approaching vehicles, their sirens blaring, were still a mystery. They could be the police or an emergency response team. I backed away, needing to catch my breath and focus through the swirling dust that enveloped us. As I peered through the haze, I saw the unmistakable flash of red and blue lights cutting through the chaos.“Police! The police are here! Get out!” one of the drivers yelled as he sprinted towards us, panting heavily from the long run from our parked cars to the fray.I signaled to my wolves to retreat. “Move out, move out!” the driver’s voice echoed as he turned and bolted back.Our enemies, too, were scrambling to escape. California law strictly prohibits wild wolves in urban areas, and the gunfire and explosions had likely triggered their intervention. Though we were on the outskirts, this was stil
Lawrence POV : Driving at a speed that pushed the limits of control, the driver navigated the car with a precision born of desperation. He didn't dare take any chances. His eyes were glued to the road, overtaking cars with ruthless efficiency as we barreled into the city center. Our car was a blur amidst the sluggish traffic, the other vehicles crawling along as if on a leisurely Sunday drive or an adventurous drive, oblivious to our frantic pace.I glanced back, my heart pounding, scanning for any sign of the pursuing police car. “We seem to have lost them,” I muttered, both of us straining to see any flicker of red and blue lights. The chase appeared to be winding down, the wail of sirens growing fainter as we heard it only from a far distance away."They must be chasing someone else," I thought, a wave of relief washing over me. Yet, I couldn't shake the nagging worry. Those other drivers didn't need my help; they could fend for the
Lawrence's POV Stepping into my chambers, all that was on my mind was getting ready to move out to go see Camilla. I headed straight to my bathroom, and as I turned on the shower, I stood underneath it to make it easier for the water to wash away every form of stain on me. The drops of water on the floor made their usual sound as it kept me away from hearing things that were going on in the room clearly, but I knew I heard the sound of my room's door being shot.Either someone just entered the room or someone just left, but nobody was in the room with me in the first place, so someone came into the room. I turned off the shower. “Is anyone there?” I asked loudly from the bathroom, Anyone it might be should be someone that I'm close to, because the person entered the room without my permission, which means the person feels he or she is exempted from that.“I'm waiting for you, Lawrence; we need to talk." Bella's voice came to me as a shock. As I dried my body with a white towel,“
Lawrence POV:My voice was shaking as I spoke to her; she must have been expecting me for a long time. I was just calling her to inform her that I was on my way to her home. “Help text your home address to me,” I said to her. Although I was sure that she was going to comply, I knew she would be disappointed at me for not calling her much earlier. “I would do that,” she replied to me slowly. I knew she was surprised that I still called at that time and that I had a lot of explanations to do.I was driven straight to the address that I was given, and to my greatest surprise, Camilla sure has a good taste for luxury; her home was evidence of this. Walking into the house, the kids came running to me, throwing themselves at me, as they both chanted, “Dad is here, dad is here." Britney stood some distance away from where I was with the kids, and she just smiled at what I and the kids displayed. Camilla came closer to me without much expression on her face; she also hugged me. “It's been
Lawrence POV "I have to protect you and our son, George, who is the heir to my throne, from those who wish you harm," I declared. “Finally breaking the silence after staring at her for several tense moments, many people who you might not know are ready to take my heir away."And who says I don't need protection now?" She retorted, her voice quivering with emotion. "You have no idea what I endure every day." Her face mirrored the anguish in her words."There have been threats to my life—repeatedly. I don't know if I'll survive the next one. These attacks... they never seem to end, and I don't know when the next one will come.”"Attacks!" I exclaimed, my shock palpable. I had known she was in trouble, but threats on her life? That was beyond what I had imagined."Tell me everything, Camilla. I need to know what's been happening," I demanded, my voice steady with determination. Britney, who had been listening intently, approached us. She left the children and walked briskly to where we
The whole room looked at me with surprise. I was sure that they were shocked at the manner in which I entered the house. As Grandma, Bella, and Luke converged at the center of the living, it set the pace for other wolves to follow suit. They all stepped forward, although keeping a little distance from where Grandma stood.Raising my hand to a beta wolf, I said, “Every beta wolf in this pack should make their way to my office.” My voice was loud and echoing throughout the whole room; it was evident that I was angry.Within seconds, beta wolves started trooping in the direction of my office, as I had instructed."Now, if you may excuse me, I have some business to attend to,” I said again as I entered the room fully, passing right beside Bella. I didn't pay much attention to their presence.By the way, they were not needed in any of my plans.I must get to the root of this, I told myself as I walked in a determined manner straight in the direction of my office. I didn't want to take any
Lawrence scanned the room, his gaze lingering on Luke and the rest were of the wolves in the room."Just handling some business," he said, his tone neutral, masking the turmoil within. He couldn't afford to raise suspicions. Unsure of his next move, and after a little moment of weighing every option on what to do next, Lawrence retreated to his chambers, feeling the weight of their stares on his back.As the door to his chambers closed behind him, Their grandmother turned to Luke:"Do you think something serious is going on?"One by one, the other wolves filtered out, leaving Bella, Luke, and their grandmother in the dimly lit room. "Only one way to find out," Luke murmured, his eyes following the last person to leave.Grandma's curiosity was piqued. "What have you got in mind, Luke?" Taking her seat afterward. Bella stood silent, her wide eyes reflecting her unspoken questions. She didn't utter a word, but you could see the thousands of questions that were written on her face. Her
Lawrence scanned the room, his gaze lingering on Luke and the rest were of the wolves in the room."Just handling some business," he said, his tone neutral, masking the turmoil within. He couldn't afford to raise suspicions. Unsure of his next move, and after a little moment of weighing every option on what to do next, Lawrence retreated to his chambers, feeling the weight of their stares on his back.As the door to his chambers closed behind him, Their grandmother turned to Luke:"Do you think something serious is going on?"One by one, the other wolves filtered out, leaving Bella, Luke, and their grandmother in the dimly lit room. "Only one way to find out," Luke murmured, his eyes following the last person to leave.Grandma's curiosity was piqued. "What have you got in mind, Luke?" Taking her seat afterward. Bella stood silent, her wide eyes reflecting her unspoken questions. She didn't utter a word, but you could see the thousands of questions that were written on her face. Her
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