Author's POV..."No, she is not lying. How could I have been this stupid?" Edwina cried out, and Becca approached her."Ma'am, maybe you should leave because I don't think you can handle any more of this trial," Becca begged her."I think Becca is right, this would be detrimental to your mental health,""I used to see him leave her room on different nights, and I would think that maybe he went to check up on her because she was his beloved daughter. I didn't know there was more, she had more scars than usual, and I would think they were training scars because she spent all her time training to be the best. How come I never saw things for what they truly were?" Edwina mumbled in tears as the realization hit her. She had always thought of herself to be the victim, but in actual fact, she was the fortunate one, and the real victim was Sonia. No wonder she turned out to be this way when she had to withstand abuse from her father; that was the height of it. Edwina endured verbal abuse whil
Edwina's POV...As soon as I stood up, I could feel Alex's hands on my wrist. I glanced at him, and it was one of those moments when you don't communicate with your mouth or your lips, but your mind, body, heart, and soul does all the communication.I could see him asking me."Are you sure about this?" When he held my wrist, I could feel our soul connect to the inner part of our being. I wasn't sure about this but hearing my sister speak for the first time, I saw her for who she truly was. She is a fighter just like me, who had learned to hide in the shell of self-denial and perfectionism.She had been abused by her own father, my father. The man I assumed to be biased toward me and had loved her more. But that wasn't love, and if it was so, I am glad he didn't get to show me that kind of love.My mind went back to some awkward moments I had witnessed growing up and had thought it was an exceptional love and bond that existed between them, but it was not so. It wasn't a forbidden act
Author's POV..."I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God," were the words of Edwina before revealing herself to Sonia.Sonia's world fell apart into a thousand little pieces as she knew she had been betrayed by her sister.She was dumbfounded, and even if she wasn't confined to the small space of her little box of through, she would have had the exact words to express how she was feeling at the moment.How she was feeling wasn't quantified in words because she, in all the moment, was angry but felt like she didn't have the right to be angry because she had brought it upon herself by cheating on her husband. Giving her sister room to marry him.Then she still felt bad because she had told Edwina not to get married to him, and she thought Edwina agreed, but now she was acting like an imposter and Savior at the same time.She had just broken down in front of the whole pack about her past and the deep truth she had tried not to admit sometimes, even before hers
Edwina's POV...I glared at the exiting crowd as they had adjourned the hearing for tomorrow. I am not sure if that's what I wanted because I would have rather preferred we get this all over with today so that we can face other things.Other things like the war that threatened in the pack or the fact that Sonia stood there motionless and indifferent throughout my testimony, I get to wonder what is on her head when she is thinking about it. I get to wonder about the battles she would also be fighting in her head to make sense of all these.I get to wonder what she would be thinking, am I now the bad person in her head? It is so easy for people to paint you as the bad person and forget all the roles they contributed to actualize that reaction from you. We are all self-righteous beings. We are always so consumed by people's actions and inaction and, occasionally, their responses to your action. Yet we tend to forget or lose in communication our actions that pushed them to that reaction.
Edwina’s POV…I returned home after the altercation with my sister. I walked through the door and straight to my room; as I descended the grand stairs, I took a moment to pause and admire my favorite painting, reminiscing about simpler times. I sighed and went to my room. I don’t know why I love that painting, but there has been something familiar about its feel and the way it speaks to me.When I walked in, I noticed Alexander on the bed. He was reading a book. The light from the bedside lamp, the room’s sole source of light, gave him a dark, mysterious feeling. He looked up from his book and smiled at me, and I returned a tired smile before walking into the closet to change my clothes, wondering if there was a better way I could have handled this situation with my sister. He closed his book and looked at me as I came out of the closet. “From the look on your face, it appears that things did not go well with your sister,” he said to me. He could tell things didn’t go as planned, s
Alexander's POV...I watched her inhale and exhale; she looked extremely beautiful while sleeping. I don't think I have ever been so engrossed in watching a person sleep. Despite being unconscious, creases of worry weren't far from her fine lines. I had told her, but does she ever listen? It's one thing to be warned of a looming disaster and another to know damn well the bitter truth but still do whatever it is you want. I must admit Edwina is one hell of a stubborn woman. At the same time, she has the most tender heart I have ever come across.If I were in her position, I would either poison my sister slowly or just have her experience a miserable death. Turning away from her, I lay on my back, taking a deep breath. There are more impending situations abreast at the moment. Also, I can't help but think of Edwina and the turmoil her heart would be in at the moment. Somehow, I felt it was my place to do something. Not just to protect her but to also assure her that she did the right th
Alexander's POV...I stared out the car window as it glided through the road, trying really hard to keep my thoughts from swimming off shore. I sighed deeply with every passing second, the car was awfully quiet, and I could tell Caleb was lost in his own thoughts."Mind sharing what bothers you so?" Caleb asked, breaking the silent jinx and holding the atmosphere.I blinked rapidly like I had just been pulled out of a trance, "a whole lot.""You could break it down.""Don't know where to start.""Either bottom or top, all you need to do is talk." He insisted, gripping the wheel. His arm veins seem like they might pop at the force."Ben's malicious attitude amazes me, and then again, I wonder what got into Sonia to have exposed the sizzler pack wolf yesterday. We have to affirm if all she said was true and she isn't just trying to blackmail her sister and the rest of the pack emotionally.""Is that why you intend to see her, at this hour?"Bitterness laced Caleb's words, and I couldn't
Edwina's POV...I woke up to find the other side of the bed long cold. It was apparent my dear husband had left the house a long time ago. Checking the time, I noticed I had slept in for a long time. The marathon sex we had the night before had been so soothing to my pain that all I could do was fall into a long sleep. Getting up from the bed, I stretched my full length. The merits of sex must be underestimated, I felt brand new, and some of my worries had dissipated.Heading into the bathroom, I pulled off my robe, staring at my naked self in the mirror. I felt my nipple as I rubbed my hands carefully on my breast. The thoughts of Sonia being molested by our father came rushing back to me, and I felt guilty.Would things have been different if I had a wolf? Would he have abused me instead of Sonia? How was he even still alive and hadn't committed murder? Then the thought of Sonia's anger regarding my marriage to Xander confused me. Did I do anything wrong? What exactly was my fault?