WHITNEY'S POVFor some seconds, Alpha Don stared at Martin with a shocked expression.I felt bad and wanted to tell my brother to calm down but I knew that will only infuriate him more. All of a sudden, Alpha Don stood up and was facing Martin with anger blazing in his eyes. I saw fear in Martin's eyes as he took a step back and they gazed at each other. Ironically, I saw the sharp contrast between them and I couldn't help comparing the two of them. The first thing one would notice between them is the difference in their height. Alpha Don was about five inches taller than Martin and was towering above him. My brother's curly ginger hair was a sharp contrast to Alpha Don's dark straight hair. Another glaring thing between the two of them is their body built. While my brother had an athletic physique which is lean and muscular, Alpha Don had a beefy muscular body. He was almost twice as big as Martin. Aside from the fact that Alpha Don is the Alpha of our p
WHITNEY'S POV"Martin, please, I beg of you. Do not kill Luther. I know what he did to me is terrible and I doubt if I will ever forgive him, but please, do not kill him," I said in a pleading tone. Martin was silent for a moment as he stared at me."Whitney, I know that you are a very strong girl but to be honest with you, I sometimes think your show of strength and bravery is a facade. I am surprised that you are pleading for Luther who has messed up your life. That insufferable fool doesn't deserve to live after what he has done to you!" he seethed in anger."Don't see my pleading for him as a sign of weakness. I'm not pleading because I have forgiven him and want the whole matter to be swept under the carpet, rather, I'm pleading for your sake, for my sake, and our parents' sake," I said."What do you mean by that?" he asked staring steadily at me. "Judging by Alpha Don's threat, you will never go scot free if you cause Luther any harm. In as much as I understand that you are fu
WHITNEY'S POV"Who do they think they are? The Alpha and his family think that because they are wealthy, and have power and influence, they can treat anyone who is not in their class with disdain. I am going to let them know that they cannot treat us anyhow cos we work hard for our salary. The only privilege that we have is that we live in their house which according to what you told me was the decision of the Alpha. We never begged him to let us live with them," Martin said with anger. "Yes, you are right, Martin. But you have to realize that the Alpha is not a bad man. As far as I'm concerned, he is a good man and a good leader who endeavor to treat every member of the pack with equity. I think his family members are the problem he has and they are putting him in a bad light..." he paused as I interrupted. "Dad, not all the Alpha's family members are bad. Henry is a nice guy and he has been a wonderful friend to me especially since Luther defiled me," I said."Yes, no doubt, Henry
LUTHER'S POV Two weeks after I was almost killed by Martin, I was still at the hospital and I was lying on the bed. I was excited because I would be discharged from the hospital today. My face which was badly damaged and was in bandages for almost one week had healed remarkably well. When the bandages were removed a couple of days ago, I was surprised cos there were just a few scars left and the scars were already fading away. My nose that was broken had completely healed. The doctor that attended to me throughout my stay at the hospital was a werewolf and he was also surprised that my face had healed considerably well. I asked him why I healed so well and so fast and he gave me two reasons. The first reason was that I am a werewolf and the second reason is that I have powerful genes that make wounds heal well and fast which I inherited from my dad. The doctor then narrated to me about a time my dad had a ghastly auto accident wh
LUTHER'S POVAs I lay on the bed, I imagined that Martin could have killed me if my dad hadn't come on time. By now, I might have been buried in a cold grave. The thought of me lying inside a casket covered with soil made me shudder in trepidation. Since I have been in the hospital, my parents, Lilian, and Henry have come to see me virtually every day.My dad and Henry never stayed more than twenty minutes whenever they come to visit me but my mom and Lilian stayed longer. Lilian usually stayed up to an hour and sometimes almost two hours, however, my mom spent almost the whole day with me whenever she comes. Most times, she comes in the mornings and leaves late in the evenings. From the first day, I was admitted to the hospital, I was too badly injured and weak to feed myself, so, my mom was spoon-feeding me. However, when I got better in the subsequent days and could feed myself, my mom refused to allow me to feed myself and continued spoon-feeding me like a baby. I only allo
LUTHER'S POVDad and I got into the car which was parked in front of the hospital. He was sitting in the front passenger seat and I sat in the back seat. His chauffeur started the car and we began our journey home. As the chauffeur was driving at a moderate speed, I started thinking of what awaited me at home. I knew without a doubt that I was about to face a very challenging time in my life. Right from the hospital when dad came to pick me up, I could see that he was not happy and I could see that he was angry but trying to hide it. As we got closer to the house, my heart started racing. I wished that there was a traffic jam on the road. Unfortunately, there were a few vehicles on the road and the chauffeur had increased the speed of the car.Throughout the ride, dad did not utter a word to me. He only spoke a few times to his chauffeur telling him his schedule for the day. In less than twenty minutes, we drove into our street, and shortly
Luther's POVDad and I went inside the house and went up the stairs. As we were walking down the hallway to his room, my heart was racing as I was filled with fear. I was walking closely behind him when he stopped in front of his door and opened it. He entered the room and I followed him as I trembled slightly. I shut the door behind me as I watched him head to one of the sofas close to the wall and sat down. "Luther, sit next to me. I want to talk to you," he said in a chilling tone.Without uttering a word, I sat on the sofa next to him and set my bag on the floor. I turned to look at him and my heart skipped a bit as he glared at me. For about seven seconds, he was glaring at me, and I began to feel uneasy which worsened my fear. "Now, it's just the two of us. Your mother is not here to oppose, defend or protect you, so, you'd better be mindful of what you say cos I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to be sincere with me. Failure to do that could ma
LUTHER'S POV"Luther, I will ask you one more time. How did your fingerprints get to be all over Whitney's undies?"I was dumbfounded as I stared at him. How could that silly girl keep such tattered panties after several weeks that I raped her? Gosh! This is implicating. How do I exonerate myself? I have to think of something to tell dad to exonerate myself but I knew without a doubt that there was nothing I will tell him that he will believe. Damn! I'm really in a fix. In a million years, I would never have imagined that Whitney kept her panties and dress as evidence to incriminate me. I know she is smart but not to that extent."Luther, I can see that you have nothing to say. Your silence and the fear in your eyes are enough proof that you committed the heinous act. How could you have even thought of such a wicked thing to do to that innocent girl? According to her, she implored you amid tears to let her go but you refused and went ahead to violently rape her and