CATHERINE'S POV After Lizzie confronted me, I was stunned. As I struggled to comprehend that she was aware of my strategy and the perilous route I had nearly taken, my pulse raced. I was at a loss as to how she had come to know of the covert talks I had had about Stanley.How on earth could she be aware of my interactions with him? I exercised the utmost caution, making sure that our conversations were strictly confidential. However, Lizzie had found out about what I wanted unexpectedly.I became aware of the seriousness of the decisions I had to make as the situation's weight bore down on me. I couldn't brush Lizzie's information aside as a coincidental finding or a trumped-up charge. She had discovered something that would have disastrous effects on our family and our pack's cohesion. I started to feel anxious as I thought about how little time I had left to make a choice. Would I decide to abandon my spouse and family to shield them from the possible consequences of my actions? O
LIZZIE'S POV My shoulders were burdened with greater uncertainties with each passing day. I couldn't get rid of the idea that Catherine's choice would determine the future of our family. I had issued her with a directive that would upset the well-calibrated balance in our home.I couldn't stop mentally reliving our chat as I tried to figure out what Catherine would do next. Could she take the chance of disclosing her scheme and maybe severing the bonds that bound our family collectively, or would she obey my command and exit the house?I could feel the urgency in the air and my nerves were getting jangled. I couldn't help but feel gratified since I had such a strong card that may change the dynamics of our family. I was curious to watch how Catherine would handle this perilous journey, though, as well.I was established to play the whole high-stakes delaying scenario up to the very finish. Weeks passed, and all I could do was pray Catherine would make the correct choice, one that wou
Catherine's POV My head was spinning from the burden of the decisions I had to make as the days went by. Lizzie's demand had left me faced with two agonizing choices: to tell Philip about my covert plot or to willingly abandon my family. Both options had the potential to cause turmoil and grief, and none was good.I had to consider the ramifications of my choices, even though it was heartbreaking to consider being apart from the people I love, particularly Ana. Our pack's existence and stability were in jeopardy, and I had placed us in this dangerous predicament because of my power-hungry nature.The more I thought about it, the greater I understood that I had to make sure my actions didn't destroy the link we had all built. I could not take the idea of being apart from Ana; she was my life. That pain was something I'd felt just once, and I was unable to get myself to go through it again.However, telling Philip my secret risked jeopardizing both our family's delicate equilibrium and
LIZZIE'S POV The waiting had become an excruciating torture while I awaited Catherine's reaction to my ultimatum. After two weeks had passed, it appeared that Catherine seemed either too absorbed in her thoughts to respond or she was not bothered by my admission. My patience was starting to wear thin due to her lack of reaction. I had imagined all kinds of reactions from her throughout those two weeks. Would she voluntarily go from the house so that I wouldn't have to tell Philip about her scheme? Or would she decide to tell Philip the truth herself? Maybe she was thinking of methods to sneak a change of heart without me knowing. I was getting close to panicking from the excitement and the seemingly limitless options.I had intended to tip the scales with authority in our family with the knowledge I possessed about Catherine. Her covert scheme, which she had concocted with Stanley, was a serious risk that may sever our pack's confidence. She could never get away without it from me,
LIZZIE'S POV I was restless and walked to my room, thinking about Catherine's deception all the while. I had come to a firm conclusion in my mind—I could stand the stillness no more. It was now too late to wait, and I had decided to tell Philip about Catherine's scheme.Every faint noise, every squeak of the floors, increased my frustration as the minutes passed. The impulse to release myself from the information that had grown to be a burdensome weight persisted in me.As I watched for Philip, my bedroom felt like a jail with walls closing in around me. The minutes seemed to go on forever, and I was torn between uncertainty and resolve. Would Philip accept my story? What would be his response if Catherine's scheme came to light?Even though I was struggling within, I was unable to go back from the course I had taken. This sacrifice was necessary for our family's protection and our pack's cohesion. The seriousness of my choice hit home as I looked out the window at the sky growing da
PHILIP'S POVEvery statement Lizzie made hit me like a ton of bricks, opening a gap between my understanding of reality and the frightening truth that was being revealed to me. Catherine, my friend and confidante, was charged with betrayal. The reverberation of Lizzie's remarks was the only sound breaking the stifling silence that once filled the room.As the shock of her disclosure subsided, a barrage of contradictory feelings surged through me. The disturbing evidence was met with disbelief, and a deep sense of loss was on the verge of overtaking me. My entire life appeared to come tumbling down, throwing me into a state of limbo.The stress was palpable in the air that previously held our family's joy and common dreams. The vivid reality of treachery was contrasted with the lingering memories of Catherine's grins and softly spoken vows. The transition between what I thought I knew and what I had to face head-on was unsettling.I hid my eyes in the materials Lizzie gave me, thinking
PHILIP'S POV With Lizzie's admission igniting a tempest of volatile emotions within me, I rushed outside of the room, her words echoing in my thoughts. I moved on because I was driven by anger, abandonment, and a pressing desire for closure. I had to act; I was unable to cover to wait around for the Alpha in me to request it.I could hear my footsteps echoing down the hallway on my way to Catherine's room. Tension crackled in the air, and I could feel its weight hanging over me. Rain pelted the windows, a chaotic rhythm to my deliberate steps, the thunderstorm outside reflecting the maelstrom inside.I arrived at Catherine's door without bothering to knock as is customary. I was burning with the Alpha's rage, and I swung the door open. It opened, revealing a scene that was as vivid as a tableau of disharmony.Catherine was sitting on the bed with a vulnerable air around her. Her eyes, which were normally consoling, suddenly held a mixture of fear and sadness. Rose appeared in front o
CATHERINE'S POV Philip rushed out of that space with a rage that seemed to destroy the very basis of our connected past, and I felt the amount of that terrible stillness weighing down upon me. The door shut, enclosing me in a prison that reflected the chaos inside.I collapsed into my bed because the sleeping surface felt strange under my body as though the room had changed into a strange world. Rose's eyes mirrored the same doubt that was plaguing my mind right now, so having her brought little comfort.I tried hard not to cry as tears started to fill up in my eyes. What had once been a refuge began to seem like a jail. I never thought that the boundaries that had once recorded muttered vows and shared laughs would one-day record such treachery.My thoughts raced, reliving the events leading up to this break. The deadly waltz on the edge of betrayal, the murmured assurances of power, the covert meetings with Stanley. How had this happened to me? The specter of my misplaced desire wa