Catherine's POV: After my meeting with John yesterday, I had been slightly disturbed by it all. Having to sit and listen to him turn me away from Michael had been more annoying than I expected it to be. I knew he was in love with me and wanted to take care of me but it was getting too much. Talking about Michael was something he couldn't stay without doing and somehow, it was putting me off. But I tried not to think too much about it. Why was he so invested in him so much? Also, the lights that had flashed in our direction for that split moment were suspicious as hell. There was something definitely off about it and I honestly couldn't tell what. I had tried not to think about it but it was impossible to do so. When I returned home yesterday, Michael was out so I spent time with the kids while absentmindedly going back to my date with John. I probably shouldn't have gone to see him. Well, it has happened. There was no need to lament about spilled milk. T

Catherine POV:There was something off about Michael. He'd been quiet the whole time, only answering to sleepy Jason who kept asking him questions. Even when we were taking Julia's prescriptions, he had lost a lot, not even hearing most of my questions and all of that. “Michael?" "Yeah?" He whipped his head to look at me. "What's up?" "Uhm, nothing," I muttered. "I wanted to ask something but she already got clarity." "You sure?" He asked and I nodded. The rest of the drive remained in silence and I kept watching him from time to time. Julia fell asleep and he made it a point of duty to take her up to her bed. I followed after him with Jason holding my hand and when I tucked him into bed, I went in search of Michael who had already left Julia's room and I found him in the kitchen, sipping from a glass of orange juice. A pill bottle was on the kitchen island. “Michael?" He turned to look at me and gently placed the cup on the counter before he slipped the pill bottle into hi

Catherine’s POV: At exactly thirty minutes past nine, I am already dressed. My ivory dress stops above my knees but isn't too indecent to show skin. According to the dress maker, she said Michael didn't want me wearing a ball gown as it was just a dinner get together. It was why we chose this dress. It was beautiful. It shone under the light in its ivory glory and the golden sequins were cast against the walls in the most beautiful shade I'd ever seen. My makeup was impeccable, pristine and commanding respect. Even with a red lipstick on, it made me look very much respectable and I loved the cherry bubble lipgloss she lined over the pale brown lipstick. My hair was combed up on a chignon bun, glimmering under the lights that lined my room walls. I looked so beautiful. So beautiful and when I stepped my feet into my ivory pumps, I knew I was here to rule tonight. All the nervousness escaped my body and was replaced by this intense feeling of confidence. I knew I was going to t

Catherine's POV: After dinner, everyone was left to mingle with one another. I remained in my seat for a long time, bracing for socialization and watching Michael do it so flawlessly. Well, he knew a lot of people here and I did not. Not at all. "You're lucky, you know?" I whipped my head to the side. A woman who I hadn't seen was seated right beside me, a beautiful but caustic smile on her face. She had the most beautiful shade of blond hair and her eyes were as blue as the seas. None of that did justice to her beauty. She was an epitome of perfection. "Hello to you too." I replied, feeling slightly awkward that I was being directly spoken to. "And what do you mean?" Her eyes fleeted over to Michael who stood before two men with a glass of wine in his hand. I turned back to look at her. "You're so smitten." Smitten? What the hell was she talking about? I would have asked her to mind her business if I didn't have to pretend like I really was. From the looks of

Catherine's POV: "You're not leaving. I will not allow it." Those were his next words after my speech. His expression was unreadable but I know he really means it when he says that I am not leaving. "Why?" I asked, eyes wide in exasperation. "Why won't you let me leave? Why would you tell everyone we are divorced and yet, you won't let me leave? Why? Have I done something to upset you? Tell me if I have because I am tired of all these. I am tired of being on the receiving end of everything. It never affects you. Hell, you're Alpha Michael of Evergreen Pack and I am just a woman who happens to be your Luna. Unluckily. So what exactly do you want from me?!" "Nothing, Catherine. I think you're making a brash decision right now and this is me not trying to manipulate you believing you're wrong for wanting to leave. I totally understand why but I don't want you to leave because we can talk this out." "What's there to talk about?" She flapped her hand and sighed with