All Chapters of Her Revenge, His Regret : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Mark’s POV “I am so anxious,” I admitted to Carl who was slurping carelessly on a milkshake.  He wiped his lips clean with a napkin. “I would be bothered if you weren’t. What you are about to do is definitely not a walk in the park. That bitch is crazy and might flip on you when you least expect it.”  My breath felt shaky causing my wolf to reassure me. “It will work out just fine.”  The conversation I had with Kate made me rethink my life choices. I

Kate’s POV“You might pass out at this point.” My wolf stated as I kept moving around the office like I lost something. I hate being this restless and it is all that moron’s fault. He keeps getting on my nerves and I find myself giving in. The nonsense Dame pulled as regards the land ownership gave me a bit of a hard time even though I was reassured it wasn’t a big deal. The thought of him winning the case had me on my toes. I can’t thank Jake enough for being thoughtful of the many stunts that could be pulled in the future and working on them to make sure nothing goes wrong. As for Alpha Dame, I want to pull his eyes out. But what can I do to a pack leader who as much as he might be losing his respect, is still the most feared person in the entire pack? Still, I feel like he deserves a piece of my mind. “Lois wouldn’t like that.” My wolf mused. “Fuck, Lois for real. If I don’t do this I might really lose my mind. If Dame wants to keep playing dirty like that I have some solid a

Mark’s POVLaziness seems to be my sole confidant these past few days. It’s as if I lack the zeal to do anything. Running around the woods has like a major chore for me lately. If anything I would prefer to just lay in bed and do nothing. I tried going further again but my wolf remained rooted to the ground. Giving up, I returned to the house, got into the shower, and had a good bath. Hunger almost took my breath away, causing me to head to the kitchen. I really should call the help back. Rayna had sent the poor lady packing, insisting she wasn’t doing much in the house. And there is Kate who is oblivious to everything going on in the house. My eyes lingered on her door for a moment. I didn’t hear her come in last night. I actually haven’t been able to tell the time she comes in and heads out. It's like living with a ghost roommate. Getting down to work, I decided to explore a bit of my cooking skills and prepare something heavy and tasty. All of a sudden Kate’s door opened and I al

Kate’s POV “Hey, you.” Miguel spread out his arms pulling me into a hug.  I leaned into him, inhaling his intriguing smell. “How is it that you smell so nice every time? I could sleep here you know?”  He pushed me back slightly. “Ever heard of the word assault? You just did that.” He mumbled with a grin.  Punching his chest lightly, I let out a soft laugh. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it.” &nb

 Kate’s POV “Why does it feel like you were Mark’s muse for all this painting?” Miguel asked as he peered intently at a painting.  “Is it because of the red flowing hair?” I asked, even though I couldn’t help but notice they were all in the artwork. Still, it definitely has nothing to do with me.  “It’s not just about the hair. Your eyes are in it too. But I bet your hair is something he loves about you. It reminds him of the sunset.”