Sorry about the too many 'a.sshole' in this chapter.
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: I roll out of bed, moaning and in pain. My legs and my hips are in pain, particularly. It’s not the kind of pain that’s exasperating. It’s discomforting, but awkwardly, I feel good about it, coz it reminds me of the splendid night Davide and I shared together. I move my arm to my side in an attempt to lay it on Davide’s chest, but instead of his skin, it lands on the comfy ruffled blanket, forcing my eyes to open. Beside me, there’s no Davide. I roll over to the other side, then see the curtain-covered window with streaks of bright lights emitting through the curtains. Morning! Another day! I stretch my arms as I pull my weight into a sitting position. And before climbing down the bed, I fix my disheveled robe on my body. Outside the bedroom, my attention is immediately grabbed by Davide and my parents, who are preparing breakfast in the dining area and the kitchen. “Good morning!” I say. All of them swing their attention to me and smile. Their moods are every
Going back to my pack’s territory after being away for weeks is so nostalgic. Sure, I had undesirable experiences there. One of those was Alpha Allen’s rejection and another one was my packmates’ disapproval of me being their future Luna. However, I also had some fair share of happy moments there, such as the Blood Moon’s mating ceremony, where I found out that Alpha Allen was my mate and of course, all the moments I had with my parents both in ordinary and special days. In a nutshell, I’m a bit fifty-fifty of what I’ll feel once I’m there. My parents and I hop down the taxi, then saunter towards our pack’s village’s gates. The Gammas, who are guarding the gates, welcome us with relief and smiles on their faces. One even says, “Welcome back, Mackenzie. I’m really glad you’re unhurt.” Unhurt? I’m saved, but I was hurt several times, physically, psychologically and emotionally, that I almost lost my sanity and even my life. Even if I wanna tell him that, I decide not to. I wanna f
My heartbeats are fast and my breathings are shallow. My chest is heated up and my muscles are tensed up. I’ve never been this furious in my life! I don’t know what Primo and his shameless lawyer are planning to do, but I’ll never back down! I’ll never let them get their way with their lies! All eyes and ears are on me. Mama clutches my wrist and gently shakes it, while whispering, “Sit down. You’ll have your turn to speak the truth.” “Order in the court, please,” the judge says. Reluctantly, and without lifting my burning glare from the defense lawyer, I sit back down. The moment I do, he continues to unravel his lies. I keep on swallowing to wet my drying throat. I keep on sighing to dull the heat in my chest. And I keep on glaring to silently release some of the detestable sensations off me. Even though the defense lawyer speaks more lies, he hasn’t shown any evidence to back up his lies, making my fury a little less severe. Well, of course, he’s not telling the truth, so
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
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
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