SAM I had no idea which one was the worst—was it sitting in front of my daughter and having no idea what to say to her, or was it not being able to speak to her because of how evil of a father I have been all these years? I couldn't take my eyes off of her... I wondered how I was so nonchalant about taking care of her. I knew she already hated me so much, so I had no idea what to say to her. "You must share a good relationship with Giselle," she began, setting up the mood of the room. I was surprised... that was the question she asked me first. I was really surprised. I never expected it. I took a deep breath as I lowered my head. "Yes, I do. I realised how bad of a father and grandfather I was. I wasn't sure if I could contend with it anymore." I could feel her eyes travel all around my body, but I looked away. Why wasn't I owning up to my mistakes? I have never hidden from my problems... I had always worked on my problems. I hated this so much... I hated that I was in this situ
EVE I intentionally stayed back and didn't give Lucian his meal. I had been avoiding him for weeks, and then what happened? I have been asked to serve him a meal. I just couldn't do that. I strolled back to the kitchen after hiding around for the whole day... It was enough for him to stay away from me. It was tiring. I walked into the kitchen, and everyone was busy, so I sat by a corner. I was so lost in my thoughts that I had no idea when Miss Sophie walked up to me and stood behind me. She placed her palm on my shoulder and said, "You are finally back," and I freaked out. I stood up and stood in front of her. "Mum, yeah," her eyes bored through my soul. "Where have you been all day? You didn't even serve Lucian." She dropped her palm on her waist. I knew this was going to happen, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. "I was avoiding him." "I don't understand... You should serve him, and you're saying you were avoiding him, Eve?" Miss Sophie asked inquisitively. "I just do
EVE My eyes widened. "Lucian?" Tears streamed down my face. How was he everywhere I went? I always stayed away, but one way or another, he always found a way to show himself to me. For a moment, I wondered why my life was so complicated. Here I was, running away from him, and then he turned out to be my mate. Or didn't I just hear it well? "How?" I whispered. "Why? Why do bad things end up happening to me? I don't want any of these, please." I felt so frustrated and tried to pull myself away from Lucian's grip, but he wasn't letting me go. His hands were wrapped tightly around me, and his eyes were pinned to my face. "Have you seen where the sudden attraction came from?" He asked, and I melted into his arms. I got subdued in his eyes. "Please, let me go." My voice was barely above a whisper. "What if I don't? What if I just want you here by my side?" He swallowed as his hand slid down my waist, and he carried me in bridal style. I whimpered like a child in his arms. Even if I e
NICKOLAS I noticed a change in Valeria's attitude in the past few weeks... it wasn't like she was upset with me. It was more like she was worried and scared of something. I knew she was searching for her mother, but that look she had wasn't just about her mom, and I hoped she wasn't worried about me because I didn't want her to get stressed out. I had suggested and pleaded with her to leave her mother's case to me. I promised to find her mother in a while if she let me. But she never agreed to it. She said it was her responsibility to do that and that I needed to rest. I really felt bad. I crossed my arms behind me as I strolled past the garden and headed to the lobby. I waved at some children, and for a moment I wondered what I was going to do for Giselle. I knew that in no time I would gain both the forgiveness of Valeria and Giselle, and I hoped everything would be fine after that. I really missed the old days, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was the past, and now
NICKOLAS I raked my hair backwards as I did some paperwork when the door flew open and Valeria stormed in. My soul left my body when she slammed the door behind her. She ran into the restroom and shut the door behind her. I knew something wasn't just right with that, so I ran after her. I turned the door knob and pushed the door open. My eyes fell on her as she sat on the floor of the restroom, sobbing quietly. I kneeled down beside her. It had been a while since I saw her cry, and she merely cries for just anything. She must have been really hurt. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me as I caressed her hair. "I'm here for you... you don't have to be scared of anything or anyone." I growled and thought of any possible person or thing that must have made her that upset. I patted her back and held up her jaw so she could stare at me... her eyes were swollen as if she had been crying before she came here. "Leria, it hurts my heart to see you cry. It's like shootin
NICKOLAS Valeria has not been happy with me for the past few days because I didn't end what I started. I wish she saw reasons with me. I was sorry that I made her vulnerable... I just wanted her to stop feeling hurt. I stood by the window, lost in my thoughts, when I heard a knock on the door. My eyes darted to the door. "Come in," I ordered, and the door was pulled open. Remus walked in and stood in front of me. I stared at him as I wondered why he came to me this morning because he never does that. "Is anything wrong?" I strode to the wine rack and took a bottle of sparkling water and a glass. Remus nodded. "Brutus is here to see you." I could swear that my heartbeat slammed against my lungs when I heard his name. Nothing good ever came out whenever his name was mentioned. Now, I wondered what was wrong and why he wanted to have a conversation with me. "Let him in." I responded as I poured myself a glass. Remus hesitated. "Are you sure?" His voice is not rigid like it used
LUCIAN I happened to overhear what Nickolas was discussing with the older epsilons, and I hated that Brutus didn’t want to give up. Now that I finally had Eve, we just wanted to mess things up, and I wouldn’t take that. Not at all. Not one bit. I wondered what his interior motive was, aside from the fun he said he was having. What about the real reason all this began? I wondered why he was threatening Nickolas, and Nickolas wasn’t saying anything about it. I knocked on the door with all the anger that I had piled up in me. I was going to let it all out on him without minding what he was going to do. All of this needed to stop, and he had to stop it. “Come in," I heard his voice from inside the room. I pulled on the handle of the door and pushed it open. “What a pleasant surprise!" Brutus dropped the glass of wine on the table. “You have been having fun lately, and now you want to see me with that look on your face.” He gestured his hand on my face. That wasn't my business beca
VALERIA Three weeks ago I had searched through the pack just in case I got any information about my mother, but it just seemed like she never existed. I had never been so frustrated in my entire life. I even travelled to neighbouring towns just to inquire, but still, all to no avail. My father was a popular man, so why was it that no one knew about my mother? Nothing was making sense to me anymore. I met some elderly women, and they asked me to go back to Sam's house if I wanted to know about anything related to what I was looking for. I fell to my knees and begged the woman so badly, but she insisted that she had no idea about it. I wondered why everyone had been secretive about my mom. A lot of things went through my mind, and I was losing it slowly. At one point, I prayed that I'd find someone who knew about her whereabouts and tell me so I'd just go to the next stage. The whole thing was slowly eating me up. It was driving me insane, and I wouldn't be lying if I said I wante
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y
Camilla pushed some chairs out of her way as she rushed to Sam. Her eyes fell on Sam, sipping wine as he scrolled through his phone. Her ears flared up. "Sam, what's going on? Why aren't you saying anything? Why are you quiet, like we are not part of the family?" Camilla rested one hand on her waist and the other on her forehead. Sam didn't say a word; he didn't even look up at her. He remained engrossed in his phone with no atom of emotion written on his face. "You sat there while that stupid girl humiliated me and our daughter. You watched her slap me, and you did nothing about it." Camilla kept on ranting. That was all she could do. She couldn't fathom the fact that Sam remained quiet and wasn't saying anything. Or was he part of everything that had been going on? She had doubts about it but hoped it wouldn't be true. Sam adjusted his glass, turned off his phone, and placed it beside him on the couch. He looked up at Camilla and crossed his legs. "Camilla, y