***Scarlett***
My father was cremated as the tradition demands for werewolves in the range. My stepmother and I had to wait behind to collect his Ash. I doubt if my father's death will make us close. I have a feeling it will only push us farther away from each other because we were never close to begin with. Dina wiped a tear that trickled down her right cheek. "Your father was a good man. The best man I've ever met." "You don't have to be dramatic about it," I said feeling irritated by her display. Evans caressed my arms. "That's no way to talk to your stepmother, babe. She is hurt too, you know." I ignored Evans. The last thing I need now is an argument. Dina began to sob more. "I wish she could care for me as much as I care for her." I rolled my eyes at the pathetic show she kept on displaying. It was funny that she was shedding a tear from just one eye—she looked funny honestly. Who was she trying to deceive? Not me of course. If I was a private investigator, I wouldn't waste time carrying out an investigation because I'll arrest Dina right on the spot for murder. Yes. She looks like someone who would help the enemy kill my father, her mate. I know what I'm saying. She's the perfect snitch. She says she loves him. I can bet my life that she never did. Marrying my father has made her the luckiest bitch in the whole of Bergen right now. She'll get some parts of his estates. That I know for sure. My father fell for her looks and loved her truly but Dina didn't love him as she claimed. I could always see the fakeness in her smile and her words when she was with my father. I've always seen right through her. Now that he's dead, she's as free as a bird. She can do all she wants with the money she's going to get. Who cares!!! Our friends who had grieved with us dispersed leaving just four of us in my father's mansion. Dina said she sent the staff home. "Everyone is supposed to take today off to mourn their dead boss" Those were her exact words. I picked up my bag and Evans drove us back home. We had left Dina and just the butler, Sir Vik. Evans discharged his men before we left. They had been standing guard at the mansion since morning as my father was cremated. When we got home Evans suddenly paused before we could reach the main door into our house. He looked at his watch. "Oh! Shit. I almost forgot I have an appointment at the Foss packhouse." I was concerned he would be leaving me alone in the house. "But it's eight pm, Evans." "It ain't late yet, babe. I promise I'll be back soon. Go in and have some rest." He kissed my cheeks, ran back to the car and sped off. I stood there looking at him like I didn't understand what he said. After I watch him disappear through the gate. I dip my hand into my bag to bring out the keys to the house but it wasn't there. I checked again and confirmed that it wasn't in the bag. After a little thinking, I remembered that I left it in the mansion. If I had realized it sooner, Evans would have used the spare keys with him to open the door. Then I'll get my keys tomorrow. I wasn't feeling like going back there, but I had to. Calling Evans back wasn't an option. Going back to my father's house would only take a short ride. I'll be there in twenty minutes using a cab. I quickly took a cab and headed to the mansion. The first item that welcomed me into the sitting room were my keys. They were laying on the table. I must have left it together beside the handbag earlier—I had taken my bag but forgotten the keys. No one was in sight. I assumed that Dina had slept already. I quickly headed out in the direction of the exit. A sharp cry stopped me in my tracks. What the heck was that? A loud moan soon followed. I hurried in the direction of the sound. Was Dina being attacked? The sound was clearer now. Her moans were in sync with heavy groans that appeared to mask hers. I followed the noise. The noise coming from the room was loud because the door to the bedroom wasn't closed. Did she forget to close it or what? The voices coming from the bedroom proved she wasn't alone. I instantly knew what was going on in the bedroom hearing the clear voices now. Dina was shamelessly fucking someone in my father's house. Holy crap! How could she do this on the day he was cremated. I can't imagine she wanted me to believe that those tears of hers from earlier were real. This wasn't only shameful but evil. How could she fuck someone else on the bed she once shared with my father? My wolf was more curious than ever. I would have turned around but my wolf wanted me to find out who she was performing this shameful act with. I took three steps forward and what I saw sent shivers through me—a very familiar tattoo. I could identify that tattoo anywhere. A drawing of a big black wolf spread entirely on the man's back. I could also recognise the man's voice. I was torn apart. My knees felt weak. I trembled at the sight of Evans thrusting himself into Dina with sheer abandon as she screamed his name with her legs spread wide while he held onto her waist. My world turned dark and it began to spin…Thank you for picking this book. I hope you are enjoying the story so far. Don't forget to like, comment and leave a gem.
***Scarlett*** I couldn’t hold it anymore. I’m surprised that I still clutched onto my bag tightly, even with the shocking display of my husband's infidelity satring back at me. I backed away. Unfortunately, my back hit the wall behind me. They must have heard my movement because I heard them stop. “Who is there?” Dina called out. I ran for the exist as fast as I could. There was no time to even turn around. There was no need to because with my wolf hearing, I could tell they were out of the room already to find who had alked in on them. No way was I going to make it out of this place in time. So I did the one thing I could do—hide. I went through the main door but instead of running straight for the gate, I sneaked behind the house and entered through the emergency door, into the kitchen. I gently pushed the door. I gasped…too loud for a fact. My eyes narrowed...I wasn’t expecting to see anyone. “Shhh… stay quiet or they would find you." Sir Vik, the butler pointed t
***Scarlett*** Sir Vik got his composure back. He opened the store, reaching out for me with one of his hand. “Let’s get you out of here.” I nod, taking his hand in mine. “Uncle Vik, how do I get out of here?” “Leave that to me," he said. I trusted him. When he told me to leave it to him, I didn’t doubt him for a second. I knew he would know what to do. He used the emergency door which I had used earlier. So I followed him. “Where are we going to? What’s at this side of the house?” I asked as we continued to walk further away from the house. “You need to hurry, Scarlett.” I increased my pace. “I’m sorry, you almost got hurt because of me. Thank you for masking my scent.” I lowered my head, feeling sorry for what had happened back in the house. “It’s okay.” He turned around to face me. “Are you okay? I …mean …you saw them doing it too, didn’t you?” I stared back at him. My eyes narrowed. “You knew about it?” He nodded slightly and looked away. “I saw them at a hotel in to
***Bryan*** I’m going insane. It’s over a week since I set my eyes on Scarlett Anderson. I haven’t remained the same man ever since. Getting hard ons frequently just by thinking about her is making me lose my mind. This has stressed me beyond words. I recalled the day I had gone with Jensen, Lois and Curtis for the condolence visit. I had fled the premises without any explanation. I had to. I couldn’t sit there having sexual fantasies about a woman I am supposed to kill. The mere color of her skin and how pretty her face was, turned me on. I imagined how those slender legs of hers would feel when wrapped around me when I take her. Damn! This was fucked? A knock on the door pull me back to the present, distorting my train of thoughts. “Yes. Who is it?” “It’s Jensen.” I pushed the door and peeked through it. I wasn’t in the mood to see anyone. “Dude! There’s something called a call or a text. Why are you here knocking at my door on a weekend?” Jensen stepped in pushing me out of
***Scarlett*** At first it seemed impossible. I couldn’t keep up with faking my emotions, pretending everything is okay. Now, it’s become easier. Not ever loving Evans at this time is a lifesaving mechanism for me. If this shit happened after I have fallen for him, it would be devastating for me. It would have crushed me. “When would you be moving into the mansion?” Lois came in not too long ago to check on me. Lois had been there to give me a shoulder to cry on. When I told her about Evans and Dina, her scream almost tore the roof of my house down. “Tomorrow.” I poured some juice in her glass before I proceeded to fill mine. Lois picked her glass. “It’s cool that your father willed the mansion to you.” “Not so cool if you ask me. Maintaining that house is one hell of a job. Not only that; father willed everything to me.” Lois narrowed her eyes then sighed. “You are one lucky bitch. You should know that. But you don’t seem too happy he left everything in your name.” Lois adju
***Scarlett***“Babe, what do you mean by you aren’t in the mood?” Evans tore away the pillow from my arms. “Since your father died, it’s been one excuse or the other. It’s been a while since I touched you.”“I need space. I’m not in the mood, Evans.” I pull away to avoid his touch.“You don’t have to be in the mood. You are my wife. I can make love to you when I wish.”His response made me angry. I yelled. “Oh, yeah! It’s my body. I decide when I want to do it with you.” He was behaving like a misogynistic bastard. He is alpha of a pack. I’m an alpha female of my pack. He shouldn’t expect me to submit to him all the time.Evans snarled, his teeth extended as he jumped into the bed. He tried to get hold of my legs. I move further away. “Stop it Enzo. No means no, except you want to rape me.”“At this rate, I might. We aren’t humans who try to be rational when it comes to sex.” His eyes glowed. “I’ll only get pissed and get what I want the wolf way if you keep pushing me.”“Let go of
***Bryan*** It took me five minutes to arrive at the pack house. Alpha Westby Mo was shouting orders. The warrior wolves taking every command he threw at them. “Yes sir!” Their voices echoed through the pack house. With that they storm out in a hurry. “Where are they off to?” “You are here?” Westby asked without lifting his head and ignoring my question. He stood with his hands in his pocket looking at the fire place. “What’s going on? Why did you send that kid to drag me out of the house at this time of the night?” He sighed. “If you had moved to the pack house when I told you to, I wouldn’t be sending a kid to come get you.” He lifted his head to look at me now. “A dead body was found in our territory. Before you ask. No, it wasn’t one of ours. The corpse belongs to the Anderson pack. We suspect he was stabbed in the heart before his body was thrown into the sea.” My eyes narrowed. It was a shock to me. I haven’t gone for hunting for a while now. I decided to lay low after th
***Scarlett*** A week without Sir Vik has been filled with bitterness. I miss him. The silence in the household was tearing me apart. When i saw his corpse, I cried until I could cry no more. Why is this even happening to me? I keep losing those I care so much about. First the pack members, then my father, then Sir Vik. Who would be next? If I'm right, then I think I’m the next target. Or perhaps Dina Olsen, my bitchy stepmother. If only I knew what the wandering killer is after, I could know the next step to take and how to protect myself. My wolf is silent. She hid away because I forced her to. She’s shared in my weak moments. But she wants me to fight back and protect my pack myself. I’m alpha female. I’m not weak. My father never gave me the chance to prove myself. He was quick to throw me to Evans thinking the Anderson pack would be protected by our union. So far, things have only gotten worse. The mansion is currently empty. The staff had all gone away after what happened
***Bryan*** Evans came to meet my Alpha, Westby, after what happened the other day with his beta, Holm. He was bent on making the Mos pay for a crime they didn’t commit. Something tells me he has something up his sleeves. We are rivals. Hating on us didn’t begin recently. His late father used to say he hates the Mos guts. The Foss and Mos do not mix together. They are proud and we hate the whole idea that they even exist. That pack is full of shit. On the other hand, the Andersons and the Mos have undertaken several projects together, Westby prefers them to the Foss. It’s sad that the Andersons had to unite with the Foss through that sham of a marraige. As a result of that, Westby doesn’t like the Andersons so much anymore; that’s because the friend of your enemy is your enemy. Two days ago I walked in on Lois speaking to Ingrid and a bunch of girlfriends. With wolf hearing, I could hear their discussion from across the hall. “Scarlett needs a new butler” Lois had told the others