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LENA. “You don't have to tell me what is wrong. I am here regardless, take your time. Do anything to be comfortable.” Isaac ran his fingers in my hair, soothing me. I had never thought that Isaac would be the reason I was able to get through the night. He slept next to me, my head on his chest as he ran his fingers in my hair. It felt better, having someone next to me made it feel better. Just when I was drifting to sleep, his phone rang which made me jerk back. He did not take his hand off me, he reached for his pocket and plucked out his phone. “It is my dad.” He whispered. He picked up the call and then pressed the phone against his ear. It felt awkward being in the same bed with him. Isaac was untouchable being the Alpha’s son. He was always on a high pedestal. I had never thought that he would be on the same bed with me, soothing me. “Dad, I am fine. I am in Lena’s house,” he said. “Later, Dad.” Then he ended the call before pushing it back into his pocket. “What did the
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ALEXANDER. Finally, I found the scrubbing brush in the under sink. Her blood had stained the bathroom floor, thick chunks of blood. I grabbed the detergents and started working. She didn't glance at me once, she stared at the wall and never at me. She hated me that much. I deserved her hatred anyway. After washing the floor, rid of the blood, I turned to her. She didn't pull her shirt. The bathtub had foamed up enough for her to bath in but she didn't pull her shirt. She grabbed the sponge and washed her legs and arms yet she did not pull her shirt. ‘Her boobs. Maybe she has a hard time looking at them.’ Tyrant came forward, looking at her through my eyes. “Should I give you some privacy, to bath well?” I asked. She shook her head. “There is nothing to see.” She answered quietly, washing herself. ‘I think that I am right.’Tyrant added. I held the brush stick tightly. It couldn't be. I had traumatized her greatly. This was all my fault. All of these was my fault. How could
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LENA’S P.O.V. I wanted him to stay with me. I didn't want to be alone for the night so I told him to stay. A part of me was disappointed with myself, that I couldn't control myself. I should have stood my ground and said that I didn't want him after all that he made me go through. He had a wife too, I shouldn't be with him right now. However, I couldn't. He was my mate and I loved him. I loved him very much and wanted him to be mine. He smiled when I said that he could stay. He wrapped his hands around my waist and carried me out of the bathtub. Getting to my room, he placed me on the bed gently. “The towel?” He asked. I was wet, the top I wore was very wet too, soaking my bed up. “There.” I pointed at the wardrobe. He walked toward it and grabbed my towel. Then he came back and wrapped it around me. “Let me pull this.” His eyes were on my face, not my chest. I didn't know why I felt relieved that he wasn't staring at me there. He wrapped the towel around my chest, securin
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LENA. The next day, I got a period package. There was only one person who knew about my menstruation. I couldn't help but blush after I received the package. “Someone has a secret admirer,” Isaac stated. He was next to me when I received the package. I got into his car with the package on my lap. “I wouldn't say a secret admirer.” I blushed. “So you know him?” He asked but I did not respond. There was no way I would tell him Alexander was the man. Whatever relationship we had now was to be kept a secret. Yesterday, he helped me with Dad. He sprayed Dad’s room with sleeping fragrances hence he slept off. This way he cooked the food and disposed of the man’s potty pan. This morning when I went to Dad’s room, everywhere had been cleaned. I was shocked that Alexander took his time while Dad was sleeping. It just made me happy knowing that he did all of that for me. However, a part of me was scared that Alexander would find out that Dad was the one who wanted to kill him the other
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TINA - LENA’S STEPMOTHER. “Lena, is your stepdaughter right?” Latifa asked as I picked up some clothes for the function we had next week. I rolled my eyes at the sound of her name. I had already forgotten about her ever since I got married to Alexander and moved to another house. The bitch stayed with her father which was good for me. I didn't have to deal with her and her disabled father. “Yes, why?” I asked, raising my head to meet Latifa’s face which was filled with makeup. She had a full foundation, contour, and bronzer on her face.“Well, my daughter told me she is dating Isaac now. Bianca came home yesterday and told me about it. You know she broke up with Isaac right?” Latifa glanced at me before moving her eyes to the dress on the clothes hanger. What? That bitch. How dare she date Isaac when she knew Annabelle was in love with him? It seems that bitch wants to die like her mother. Her useless mother, Camille. She was my friend until she started to boast about her mate
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ANNABELLE. Rumor spread that Lena and Isaac were dating. I heard it through the pack group. I wasn't very familiar with the group but with every information concerning Isaac, I was always eager to know it. I had a crush on Isaac ever since we were little. He came to our house and played house with us. At that time I was only eight years old and he was about fourteen years old, five years and a few months older than I was. Yet, I had the biggest crush on him. He never noticed me anyway. We were just friends and I think he liked Lena more since she was older. Isaac was always bothered about my age. Anyway, seeing that he was now dating Lena, I was surprised. Yet, I was hurt. It hurt badly and I hated it. I hated the way my heart was pounding in my chest. The way I sabotaged my sister in my mind. Telling myself she wasn't good enough for him. She couldn't be his Luna because she was not good enough. Comparing myself to her and diminishing her in my head. I hated it very much becaus
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LENA. I decided to do something special for Alexander since he had been helping me out in the house. He has also been spending the night with me. I knew our relationship wasn't official yet and it might never be. But, at this moment, I have decided not to think about it. I wrote some love letters for him. I didn't have the money to get him a physical gift but I could write him letters that would show him how much I appreciated him. Getting to his office, I looked around for the best place to place the letter. While looking around, I heard footsteps heading toward his office. Turning around, I got his scent which meant he was almost here. Damn, shouldn't he be in class right now? Instantly, I went and hid under the table. It was supposed to be a surprise! I held my breath so that he wouldn't get my scent. Then I prayed he wouldn't stay long in the office. “God, I can't stand her anymore. I am only doing this because I pity her. All this affection is for pity alone. Yet, I can't
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Lady Tina grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. I shouted as pain radiated through me. Goodness, it hurt so much. I tried holding her hands to soothe the pain but she only pulled harder and it felt like she was pulling my hair from my scalp one after the other. “Stop, please,” I begged, tears running down both sides of my eyes. “Didn’t I warn you? I told you to never wash the dirty linen with the washing machine. Do you want to infect my clothing!” She tugged at my hair, increasing the pressure of her hands around my hair. Goodness, it hurt so much. “I am sorry,” I begged, sobbing hard. “Your father pees and poos all over the bed linen yet you wash it in the same washing machine I use for my clothes. Are you crazy?” She slapped my face, letting go of my hair and I fell to the floor. “It's cause I am late for school, I am sorry.” I quickly fell to my knees, begging her so she would let me go. “You are stupid. Stupid is what you are. You make excuses for your laziness. The next
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