Lance's POV.As I stare at her and see that fucking smirk I almost come undone, rage pouring through me in waves as I think of the different ways I'm going to rip her head from her body."You called me Alpha" , she repeats, one brow raised as if to ask exactly why I called her."Who are you?" I ask, I never actually liked her and right now, I am feeling really aggressive, but I need answers first, before I work on my rage."I'm Elaine, you know who I am, why do you ask?" She still has that smug look on her face as she replies, and I'm very sure that she is trying to rile me up, if that's her goal, it's actually working, because I punch the desk before me.I don't just punch it, I punch 'through' the desk, leaving a gaping hole right where my fist punched through. She gasps looking shocked, "What's going on?Why are you being so aggressive?" She asks and the question makes me laugh, hard in her face."Tell me the truth now you imposter, who the fuck are you?, Why are you here? Why are
Allyssa's POV.The shock on my face must show because he is taken aback, I feel a lot of emotions at this point, disgust, rage, anger, sadness, I feel betrayed.I think I'm going to vomit, I look at him like he is sick, deranged, unstable, and honestly, he is.She warned me, she came to me and begged me to save her from him, but I denied, maybe if I had not denied all the facts she told me, if I had not brushed all of it off as hysterics, she would still be alive.When I look at her again, her body mangled on the floor, I bend over and vomit in one of the shrubs.When I turn back to look at the Alpha, the blood on his hands, on his face and his clothes tells me everything I need to know, tells me who exactly is responsible for this crime.I watch his face closely, wondering why the hell he had to do this, a tear gleams on his face and I am taken aback, I feel the urge to laugh at him.Why is he crying? The almighty Alpha? Why is he showing this emotion? He fucking killed my aunt! My o
Lance's POV.I'm angry and frustrated, Allyssa has succeeded in making me utterly enraged, she is not even giving me the chance to speak for myself, she just up and assumed that I was at fault, and I guess in a way I am, but I wasn't the one that killed the woman and she is not allowing me to clear myself.And I am even more angry when she just threatens to end our relationship, like it's some superficial bond, like the mating bond means nothing to her, it makes me so angry that my wolf growls. I'm so angry, rage fills my head, my vision turning red and dangerous.I look at as she speaks, barely registering her words, my head feels like it's about to burst, she is shaking, from whatever emotions are rocking her body, her eyes are red and bloodshot, the tears still falling in torrents like it's not going to end.When she says that she wants to end our relationship, I laugh in her face, the laughter just erupts from the pit of my stomach, bubbling it's way out of my mouth with an intens
Belinda's POV.HappinessHow long does it last? Because mine suddenly seems to last forever.When last did I smile and treat myself to a bottle of wine and a pedicure? I think I'll do that right now, I'm so happy I feel like I'm going to combust, I am so happy that I persevered, I am finally getting very close to my goal.This is the happiest I have been in ages, I'm not even lying.The look on the Alpha's face when Allyssa told him that she did not want to be his mate anymore, and the broken look on Allyssa's face as she flung baseless accusations at the Alpha.Their relationship is at rock bottom and I am so very happy about it, I cannot believe that idiot Allyssa.I'm convinced at this point that her brain is only for decoration and she does not use it to think at all, it's all for fancy.I laugh out loud and pick a bottle of champagne that I iced in a bucket, pouring the sparkling white wine in a glass, the paper brownish-gold color excites me.I lift it to my lips and taste the b
Allyssa's POV. My emotions are all over the place, I can't believe anything that happened in the last twenty four hours, I cannot believe that my aunt that talked to me some hours ago is no more, and that my mate killed her. I moved into a blank room, with only a bed and a chair, the room seems empty, and lacks life, just like my life at this moment. I wanted to move to Elaine's old room, but that would hurt too much, it's like I am relieving my mother's death over again, I cannot even believe that I am back to square one. The Alpha had been so enraged when we had our last conversation, but he had no right to be, I saw it very well with my own eyes, the blood splattered on his hands, his face, his clothes. He could not convince me that someone else had killed her and splattered the blood on his hands, his face and his clothes. I just need space, I need a place to retreat to and cool my head, a place to nurse my wounded heart. I also cannot believe that Belinda had come immediate
Lance's POV. The sweat drips down my back as I head back to the room, I needed to clear my head and figure out exactly what is going on around me, and what better way to do it than to pour all my rage on the punching bag, which now lays in pieces on the gym floor by the way. Now that I have had some time to think about my actions and cool off, I find that I actually have done some things wrong, first and foremost my approach. That slap was well deserved because when Allyssa had talked about her aunt, no, Elaine, I had laughed in her face, with Elaine's dead body a few meters from me and her blood on my hands. That had been a completely unacceptable approach to the issue, in my defense, I didn't want to laugh, it just bubbled out of me without control, but it was still wrong. And I also get the reason she would have to doubt me, she witnessed me crouching over Elaine's body, her blood on my hands, face and clothes, telling her immediately that I was not wrong would have been like
Allyssa's POV. I open my eyes, my head hurts, and I sway to the side, my head lolling, I'm tied up, that's the first thing I notice, and I'm alone in a very nondescript room. I turn my head around, my head feels heavy on my shoulder and I feel like it is going to fall off and roll down but my hands are tied and there is nothing I can do. I look around the room, there is a single light bulb that produces smoky illumination which hurts my eyes, the chair I'm chained to is made of iron, there is an iron table with all sorts of torture items sprawled on top of it. The room is bleak, and my heart jumps in my throat as I realize that this may be the end for me. I am going to die without even seeing Lance, I am going to die with the image of my aunt's dead body crawling through my mind. I squeeze my eyes shut, hoping this is just an hallucination, a dream, but when I open my eyes, the rope is still fighting into my wrist, the table with the torture instruments still looks as menacing a
Lance's POV. I'm on a searching spree, my wolf is beyond angry at this point, there is no word in the vocabulary that can describe the intense feeling of fury and rage that I am feeling at this point, it's red hot and blinding, searing me from the inside out. I'm still waiting for Dylan and pacing the clearing, clutching her hair to my chest and trying to use the mate bond to lead her to me, I call out to her using the mate bond, but it's either the mate bond has been weakened or the distance between she and I, is too far for the mating pull to reach. I still feel like it's all my fault that all these happened, I am the one that got angry and left while she was still in her feelings, had I behaved like a sensible person and tried to calm her down, we would not be in this position, she would be in my arms now and not missing. Had I taken the time to explain everything to her then maybe things would be different right now, but I had let my emotions cloud my judgment, I had acted base