In less than two days after waking up, I regain some of the strength I need to walk without anyone’s assistance. My skin is still covered with gauzes though, but the burnt doesn’t look as terrible as I anticipated it would be. Nothing else has happened aside from me battling my impatience for Vivienne’s confirmation about his men’s arrival and my anxiety of what’s currently happening to Mackenzie and our unborn child. As I’m staring outside the window and clutching my phone inside my pocket, knocks come to the door. Everytime it happens, I’m wishing that it’s Mackenzie who’ll enter. But as always, it’s somebody I’m not interested to see or to talk to - it’s dad, this time. For the first time since I woke up, we finally meet again. No, actually, for the first time since I eloped with Mackenzie, we finally see each other again coz I didn’t see his face when he ambushed us. I only heard his disagreeable voice. “How are you, my son?” he asks with his arms raised sideways while he saun
I pull up my car at the same time Dr. Gustavo gets out of his car. In the quickest pace I can, I rush towards him while untucking the pistol I stole from one of the made-men I killed. I yell, “Don’t move!” Dr. Gustavo trembles the instant he sees the pistol, pointing at him, and my murderous glare, also aiming at him. His thick eyeglasses almost fall off from the bridge of his big nose while his eyes are almost popping out of fear. “Boss Davide, what is this all about?” he asks. “Can’t you see?” I ask with sarcasm and coldness. “You’re about to die.” “B-but why?” “Why?” I ask back, almost chortling. “You didn’t know why?” “I-I re-really didn’t know. If I did some-something offensive to you, then g-give me a chance to make it up to you. D-don’t act hastily,” he says. My face clenches more and so does my chest. My grip on the pistol also tightens when Mackenzie’s urn crops up in my head. I reply, with pure fury and without any sarcasm unlike earlier, “Mackenzie. You can’t
MACKENZIE’S POV: “What’s going on?! Why are there lycans here?!” Lycans are growling and howling, bodies and cars are thudding and screeching, raining bullets are banging and charging. Apprehension gyrates through every inch of my body. I can’t move, let alone breathe properly. As I watch the chaotic, bloody scene unravel in front of me, Davide’s warm palm and fingers wrap my hand, reducing my apprehension a little. “Let’s get inside,” he says. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. I need to talk to these lycans to stop attacking,” I reply without taking my eyes off the untamed lycans. “Before you can get the chance to talk to them, you need to dodge hundreds of bullets from my gang members first!” he hisses. The frustration and the anxiety in his voice is so palpable and they somehow disintegrate the warmness his touch is giving me. “What are we gonna do then? Leave everyone to kill each other?” I ask. It’s not my intention to be as frustrated as him, but that’s how I sound
I wake up with no body pains, no stinging wounds and no trickling blood. The instant a total consciousness gets back to me, the first thing I think of is Davide. He was wounded and bleeding and almost dead the last time I saw him. I jolt on the bed, then frantically sit up. The room is unfamiliar to me. It has a beige and white color palette, a family-size bed below me, a flatscreen TV in front of me and an air-conditioner that mitigates the sultry-looking mountain view through the fixed, glass window at the side. I also notice that I’m wearing a white, cotton robe with what I assume is the name of the place stitched on its left chest pocket - Sunrise Inn. I’ve never heard of the name. So I don’t have an idea where exactly I am. I roll out of bed and rush through the door. Outside the room is another room, a living and a dining area altogether. I keep walking around until I find another door. Just when I’m about to clutch the doorknob, the door clicks, then shrieks open. To my h
Everything becomes slow in motion when Alpha Allen finally appears from the small hallway of the entrance door. Then, everything stops when our eyes lock for the first time in what seems to be a long time. It takes some laborious seconds, before one of us budges. I blink first and when my heart thuds, I veer my faltering eyes away from his unswerving ones. I then clasp my fingers underneath the dining table to stop them from fidgeting. My discomfort is too palpable and it’s impossible for anyone not to notice it. That’s why I don’t understand why mama and papa proactively offer to leave the room so Alpha Allen and I can talk alone. I wanna tug them back by force as they stride away from us and I wanna run towards them as they disappear through the door. When Alpha Allen and I are finally alone, the quietness of the room is so nasty, forcing my heart to thud even louder and rowdier. Since I can’t look him straight in the eyes again, I only see his body’s movements. They’re relax
DAVIDE’S POV: I’m woken up by an indignant, desperate scream - “Please, somebody help me!” I think that I’m still dreaming, but I also hear screeching and other noises somewhere nearby. Then I remember what was happening before I passed out, there was a nasty battle between lycans and my gang members. So I assume that those noises are from those who are fighting. I stay still to relax some of my throbbing body parts, especially my head. The noises continue and I wanna continue ignoring them too. However, the more I try to ignore them, the more I realize that those noises aren’t the same ones I heard from the recent battle I saw. There’s no howling or growling of lycans and there’s no ear-splitting firing bullets from my gang members. I inch my eyes open and frantically sit up when my vision captures the unfamiliar white ceiling with a small chandelier hanging at its center. I glance around. My car is nowhere, and so do the laboratory, the massive properties of dad and the figh
My face isn’t only throbbing, but it also feels sticky due to the ointment Mackenzie puts on it. She then moves to my bruised knuckles. She first pats the soaked towel on them, before applying the ointment. When she’s completely done treating everything that's needed to be treated, she still keeps her silence. And it’s irritating me. “You haven’t chosen any of my options yet,” I say to break the silence and to lessen my irritation. She smiles, it’s forced and it’s odd. She then leans closer and presses her lips gently onto mine. Oh, if only I’m not suffering the wounds I’ve got from last night and more wounds I’ve got from earlier, I’ll absolutely lay her down now. But I need to heal first, so I can perform at my best. Our kiss is short and gentle, but it’s enough to totally shatter my irritation towards her and temporarily forget my fury against her ex-fiancé. With only a narrow gap separating our faces, her warm, nice breath smears my face, making its wounds’ pain more bea
Mackenzie’s parents no longer say anything anymore, though their eyes still emit disapproval of their daughter’s relationship with me. To be honest, even if I still have a long way to go for them to accept me, I’m relieved that my soon to be parents-in-law think and act maturely unlike my dad who only cared about himself and his money. Mackenzie is so lucky to have them. And for that, I consider myself lucky too. Later that evening, Mackenzie’s parents occupy the other room while Mackenzie and I have the room where I slept. Mackenzie and I cuddle for hours, which is nice after what we went through. I thought for once, especially when dad lied to me that she’s dead, that I’d never gonna experience feeling her warmth again. I’m glad that thought will remain just a thought. Once she’s asleep, I step out of our bedroom as noiselessly as possible to avoid waking her up. I walk towards the balcony near the living area. Then I pull out my phone from my pocket and send a message to Vivienn
MACKENZIE’S POV: Three years later… The joyful guffawing and the running footsteps of Davide and Cedric fill our low-fenced front yard as they toss a soft, plastic ball to one another. Cedric looks so much like his daddy, physically. His dark, curly hair drifts against the breeze while his gray eyes moisten and his chubby cheeks redden due to almost non-stop laughing. Both of them have sweat and soil smearing on their faces and clothes, but none of them wanna dare to even take a break to wipe themselves clean. This has been their morning routine ever since Cedric learned how to walk on his own, and Davide is enjoying every minute of it. I, too, enjoy the scene, though I’m not allowed to join them yet. I place a pitcher of freshly squeezed apple juice and two empty glasses on a tray. Then I carry that tray towards the front porch and lay it on the white-painted wooden table. “Boys,” I say to call their attention. Though Davide makes an effort to glance at me, Cedric doesn’t.
MACKENZIE’S POV: One of the greatest relief of my life is when Davide returns to the apartment safe and sound and unscathed. We spent the entire night in the living area with a mug of coffee each, talking about the surprising things he discussed with his brother, Gabrielle. I’m not sure if Gabrielle naturally has a good side in him that he never showed before or he’s just gotten scared to interact with any of the lycans again. Whatever it is that gave him a change of heart, I’m very glad about that. Davide is also very happy, more than happy than I am. How I wish I was able to hear how they talked to each other earlier, coz every time I saw them near each other before, disastrous things followed next. Two weeks have passed and we’ve finally gotten our passports and visas. Our last day in the Philippines gives me mixed emotions - sadness and excitement. I’m sad because I have to live thousands of miles away from my parents again. But I’m also excited coz leaving the country and goi
I roam my eyes around as I cautiously enter the coffee shop where Gabrielle asked me to meet him. The shop is not entirely small, but not entirely big either. There are only a few customers so it’s easier to verify if Gabrielle is among them,... and he’s not. I glance at the wall clock near the counter and it says quarter to four o’clock in the afternoon, which means I’m a little late. Is he also late? Or did he get impatient waiting for me and just leave? I walk towards the left part of the shop that’s hidden from the fixed, glass window that overlooks the parking space. “What can I have for you, sir?” a waitress asks the moment I take a seat. I’ve never been in this shop before, so I’m not really sure what kind of coffee or other menu they serve. “I’m still waiting for someone. You can give me your menu though,” I answer. The waitress nods, then pulls a piece of parchment-like paper from the board she’s clutching on her arm. She slides the paper in front of me and s
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie and I head to the nearest branch of the Department of Foreign Affairs to get our new passports. I have no idea how to do all the processes on my own. Before, I always had one of my men do this stuff for me either in legal or illegal ways. But now, I’m experiencing what ordinary people do: to ride on un-air-conditioned jeepneys, which makes me sweaty and uncomfortable, to show up to obtain several documents from different agencies, follow a very long line and wait for an hour or so to be entertained by the agency’s employees. For all the illegal things I’ve done, I’m glad that none has ever been recorded to the National Bureau of Investigation. Otherwise, I won’t be able to apply for a passport or worse, I’ll be tossed to jail immediately before I can even get the chance to get out of the NBI office. Frankly, it’s quite fulfilling to be able to do the things I wasn't able to do before, especially doing it with my wife. The employee who assists us says that
Vivienne gives Davide and I another special gift aside from everything she already has given us. She pays for a luxury hotel a few kilometers from the Sunrise Inn, where we’re staying. That luxury hotel is where Davide and I will spend our honeymoon. I’m giggling whenever the word ‘honeymoon’ is being mentioned or is crossing my mind, as if Davide and I never made love before. Well, this is the first night that we’ll make love as husband and wife, so this night is gonna be more special than the ones prior. I step into the hotel’s black and gold bathroom, which has floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall fixed glass that overlooks the breathtaking beauty of Iligan City’s skyline. It’s hard to stop appreciating the jagged silhouette of the towering buildings, the popping lights from different angles, the tiny moving cars feets below me and of course, the dark sky that doesn't shy away from flaunting its twinkling stars and silver, arched moon. “So pretty,” I murmur. Standing up here makes
.Alexa is kind enough to put light makeup on my face without putting additional charges on our bills. She also rolls my dark hair into a bun and adorned it with a jeweled barrette across to one side, letting some of my bangs messily, yet beautifully fall. Lastly, she dangles a veil on my head. The very second the veil touches my bare shoulders, a tingling sensation crisscrosses all over me. Oh, this is a deja vu! But this feeling is much better than the previous one I had. To complete the look, Alexa hands me a fake bouquet of assorted, white bridal flowers. “Done!” she says, giggling. Her giggleness transfers to me the moment I turn around and finally see myself in the mirror. My heart jumps in joy while my tears threaten to stream. I take a deep breath, flap my fingers near my eyes, while murmuring, “I can’t cry. I don’t wanna ruin my makeup.” Both Alexa and I chortle afterwards. That actually makes my tears retreat from my eyes. If I assume the prices of my wedding dress
I’m told that, while I was gone and fighting for justice, Vivienne helped Davide book our wedding in a church called San Lorenzo Ruiz Parish Church, which is located a few kilometers away from where we’re staying. They’ve also effortlessly booked a high-end restaurant for the wedding’s reception, even though there’s only five of us who’ll attend the ceremony. Now, our only problem left is to find my wedding dress, Davide’s three-piece, white suit and others’ formal clothes. It’s six in the morning when we start our travel, using the limousines that Vivienne rented, to find boutiques nearby that sell wedding attires and accessories. We’ve combed through the entire Iligan City and been to several high-end boutiques, but all of them can’t entertain us since they require a scheduled appointment first, which we don’t have the luxury of time to do so. Davide and Vivienne even offer to pay the prices of their clothes and dresses in three folds, but still, they get refused. Hours have alre
MACKENZIE’S POV: Alpha Allen turns blue. He can't breathe, let alone move. What he’s feeling is the exact sensation I felt when he rejected me. However, I don’t feel that pain anymore. In fact, right after I accepted his rejection, I feel so much lighter and freer. I feel like heavy manacles that have been wrapping me for so long shatter. Into pieces I assist Alpha Allen onto the sofa. Then I rush towards the kitchen to get a glass from the cabinet and a pitcher of water from the refrigerator. When I rush back to the living area, his natural skin color is finally returning. His breathing is also calming. “Here,” I say while pouring some water into the glass. He takes the glass and empties it with one, swift gulp. “Do you want more?” I ask. “No, thank you,” he says, then he lays the glass on the table in front of him. There’s silence afterwards, a surprisingly ear-splitting silence between us. I wanna break free from it, but I don’t know how. When I attempt to say someth
ALLEN’S POV: While everyone is celebrating and going home after the trial, I stay in the courtroom alone to clear my headspace. The ‘guilty’ verdict of my father’s trial is both a relief and a pain to me. Relief coz Mackenzie and our race get the justice they all deserve, and pain coz he’s my father. And seeing him in jail while awaiting his death sentence isn’t easy to take in. Be that as it may, as the next Main Alpha of the Golden Crest Pack, I have to accept his disastrous fate that he created himself.I consider visiting my father in jail, but since the tension between us is still really high, I postpone that plan and will just do it some other day or when the time is right. Instead of going home, like what others did, I head towards Mackenzie’s house to do something that I should've done before - to apologize to her regarding what I’ve done the other day, no actually, I wanna apologize for everything I’ve done.Frank and Ellaine welcome me to their house and direct me to thei