SIX

DELVIN POV

My mind has always been complicated, and I blame that on my upbringing…

Resting my forearm on the couch I thought of how the day had gone, my mind going back for a minute to Laura. 

For what seemed like a minute, I tried to take my mind away from the fact that I might have been too mean —Even if there was nothing to justify my point.

I clenched my fist as the thought of how my life would have turned out if I had my parents drifted through my mind.

Though, there was every chance I might have been weaker than the way I had turned out, it didn't change the fact that my general Outlook of life would have changed.

Deep in my heart, a dark cloud hovered one begotten from the hate I had for Laura's father.

As I puffed out the smoke from the  cigarette  I was smoking watching the mist drift through the air, all that clouded my mind was her father fucking face.

The image of his face was  definitely what I had seen in my nightmares for years, and having gotten the chance to take revenge against his daughter, I took it with open arms.

In a way the cigarette reminded me of my mother —It was her favorite —My mother used to smoke at the kitchen table and the table just to get heavy thoughts away from her mind and I guess it was a habit that had rubbed off on me quite perfectly.

My first stick of cigarette had been the evening I found them dead, I  could still remember quite perfectly how everything had happened and in fact there was just one person to blame for all of this and that was her father.

With my ribs burning and the cigarette in still in my hands it was easy to come down to the fact that the apple really doesn’t fall that fucking far from the tree.  

If I was certain Laura was like her father —Manipulative and opportunistic — Mere looking at her one would see that there was a hidden motive behind everything, even down to the fact that she was wife and mate.

I could tell that being with her was maneuvered rather than predestined, I would be hesitant to think of that as anything but unfortunate for seeing that I am in no way like my parents.

In a way, I  could be a mold my father and mother created, but after their death I had taken the dark side of each of them developing into a toxic combo such as a barrel of gunpowder and a little flame, one spark was all it took for me.

What my father had in his over trusting attribute, I had filled out with an attitude of mine till there were no cracks left.

Deep in mind, I knew in their graves they would be groaning seeing what had become of their son— Of which Laura's dilated pupils and frequent bloody noses were a good sign of

It was best to say that despite the fact my mother taught her only child to respect women. Truthfully, it had never really stuck.

It was hard to respect a woman you hate till her guts.  Not to mention, the fact I hated her father that much as all I had deep in my mind for  him was revenge.

As things had turned out I was not

old enough  at my first thirst of power, as the Crowned Alpha—My impending wealth and position had done just one thing for me since I was quite a young age, it had brought enough women down my path and I had disrespected everyone of them, it only happened that Laura was facing a more serious fate.

There was no one to shoot me the tiniest scowl as they all feared me, they could be

could be as pissed as they wanted in their mind,  but till now no one had said it to my fucking face.

The truth was, not every man could handle being in my shoes-

Though maybe that might have been an excuse to justify why I was entitled into living a life that was possessive of things that weren’t mine.

I sighed deeply.

I might have wished for a life totally different, I might have wanted what I wanted, but there was always fate beckoning at me and succumbing me only to what was fated for me.

Still sitting right there and thinking about the whole situation, I looked out of the window at the moon that was hanging over the dark-blue sky like a shiny pearl.

Most werewolves would be rousing their wolves by now, but the secret is that mine had remained dormant all through the years in what could be psychological—At least that was what was said.

Still deep in my  thought a knock came from the door.

"Come in!" I called out, tapping the cigarette into an ashtray and reaching for another.

A maid walked in shy and cautious, hyper aware of the tension that was hovering in the room.

"Is this a perfect time?" Her lips trembled tremendously as she spoke.

"Speak."

The sound of a spark filled the room as I puffed out from the freshly lit cigarettes.

She heaves.

"I went to the room to get the Luna, but she was nowhere to be found?"

"What do you mean by nowhere to be found?" I demanded in a low growl.

"She is gone!"

"What!"

Coasting to the spare room window. All I felt was the moon light that glared on the glass,  as I stood there looking at it,

a cold settled in my stomach, as my heart pounds loudly as I raced there as quickly as I could.

I took one last drag and then put the cigarette down and killed its light as I stormed out very furious.

Heading to the garden when I had seen her at times, I opened the back door to see  it quiet as a  breath of cool air hit my skin, while inside my bloodstream heated with fury and rage as I made my way back in.

I  made my way up the stairs as it gave awful loud  squeak that cut through the

air and somehow settled under my skin by filling it with more pressure.

Rolling my shirt up my sleeves and pushing my  shoulders to push the odd sensation away as I tried to no avail to hide my temper in a facade of calmness, I searched every room. Mine—ours.

"Get the fucking guards!" My voice stormed out.

I checked the spare rooms. The bathrooms.

All empty.

Something tightened in my throat and pierced me in the fucking chest.

As it came to my mind slowly.

She ran.

Searching around I found out that her clothes were here as well as her bag, everything was still there intact but maybe she hadn’t needed.them. Maybe they would’ve slowed her down.

I inhaled deeply, still filled with that rage.

The heavy weight of my heartbeat blurred with the drumming of blood in my veins.

“Guards!" My  cold tone crept through the room. “Find my wife!” I rasped.

With that I stormed into my room furious, with rage I swept all the contents of my table down.

Glass shattered, papers drifted in the air, figurines  skidded across the hardwood.

Anger bit into my chest. I ran my hands through my hair and let a dangerous calm settle over me.

She is about to see how crazy I was.