AxelWhen I felt her pains through the bond, I quickly rushed out of my office not bothering to listen to what Penelope had to say to me. I rushed into the elevator and took it to her floor. "Mate is hurt," Nal muttered in my head and repeated the words as if I didn't hear him the first time he said it. "Mate is hurt!" "Shut up!" I shouted as soon as I reached her floor. Rushing into her office, I saw her on the ground with Remi's hands around her. I quickly rushed to her side and ordered them to get out of the house. Camille, what's wrong?" I asked her. Instead of replying, she picked up the letter from the ground and handed it over to me. I was shocked by what I saw. Camille was a descendant of Kitias. The one who placed the curse on me. "A letter from the past?" I exclaimed because I was glad that I would be freed of the curse that had haunted me for life. "You are a Kitias?" I asked. I thought Camille would be happy like I was but instead, she turned to face me with tears g

Camille POV"The painting is making us drift apart," I explained to Axel and he nodded In response while staring at the painting that was changed by an estranged woman in the past. We had gone to the office the following day after getting the letter from the past. At first, Axel didn't want us to go but when I told him that we've been away for so long, he agreed without arguing any further.And when we arrived at the Gallery, I took him to my studio and showed him the painting of his wolf and myself. "I don't know what message the painting is trying to show anyways," I told him and he nodded without replying again. I nudged him on the shoulder and she turned to look at me. "Can you speak withy world rather than nodding like a lizard," I frowned? Axel laughed and stood up from my chair. He grabbed my hand and lead me out of my office. "What are you doing ?" I asked him as we walked out. He didn't reply and while we walked past Remi and the rest, I covered my face with my hair. I di

Camille POVWhen the car arrived at the hall used for Katherine's wedding, I walked past Axel as I came out of the limousine. I watched as Penelope came out of their car and rushed toward Axel but he ignored her and headed toward me. "Camille," he whispered into my ears and grabbed my waist. "Let's just pretend until all of this is over," he pleaded and I nodded in response. With our hands Entwined, we walked on the red carpet and headed toward the hall but we were stopped by a bunch of reporters who flashed their Cameras at us. It was blinding that I had to blink a few times to adjust to the light. "Are you okay?" Axel asked. I nodded in response and forced a smile on my face. How was I going to explain to him that the light was too bright and could make me go blind? There was no way I was going to tell him that. I cleared my throat and forced my eyes open. "Mr. Axel, you haven't done any exhibition in a while. Why?" One of the reporters threw a question at Axel and when he tried

I stretched, rolled, and hit something soft yet hard. I had no idea what it was as I was still half asleep. My hand found its way towards the hard thing and I grabbed it and pulled. "Camille!" Axel's voice sounded beside me. My eyes fluttered open, and the first thing I saw was the door leading into Axel's bathroom. "Damn, you hurt me!" Axel cried out. Hurt him? I thought that because I had no idea what he meant by that until he pointed it out. "You are holding something you are not supposed to hold!""Something I'm not supposed to hold," I thought, and it was then that I realized that my hand was behind me and wrapped around Axel's manhood. I let go of it, yelled, and jumped out of the bed. I fell to the ground in the process and continued screaming. "What did I touch?" I questioned myself.Axel stood up from the bed and stretched forth his hand for me to take. My eyes went up, and I couldn't take my eyes off the bulge in his pants. Axel cleared his throat and pointed to his hand.

Camille POV "How was Marcel's pack?" I questioned Alina as we both sat on the couch in Axel's living room while the men arranged the paintings and discussed them amongst themselves. Today was the day Axel and I decided to go back to the past to find answers to his curse. A day after Axel and I finished painting, Alina and Marcel returned with the witch from Marcel's pack. Ever since they returned, I noticed that they rarely talked, and even when Marcel tried to start a conversation with Alina, he got ignored by her. When we finally had the chance to talk, I decided to ask her the reason for their silent treatment. "Pack!" Alina frowned and folded her arms together. "They don't love or even want me." Alina heaved a sigh and stared at the witch that was invited by Marcel. "That witch predicted that our union would bring bad luck to the pack," Alina said, pointing to the redheaded woman who was deep in conversation with Penelope in the dining hall. "The funniest part is that a woman h