Angelina's POVI have always been able to tell when someone is feeling guilty because of what they did or rather what they have done.I could see it clear as day on Winston's face that he was feeling guilty, he was feeling extremely guilty but yet this attraction, this pull that I was feeling to him, I didn't know what to think of that.I also didn't know what to think about what he was saying right now."You want me to organize an event?" I asked.He nodded his head and he set his enchanting eyes on me, fully on me, eyes that threatened to drown me in what they were saying.I couldn't tell what he was trying to do by looking at me like that, but I knew that he was trying to do something, I could feel it in my bones."I asked a question?"Winston blinked a few times and fully regained his senses, he looked at me like he hadn't even been hearing all that I had been saying.I couldn't tell what to do at this point. Should I have screamed at him for making me look like I had been speaki
Angelina's POVThe preparations for the party were well underway before Winston came back.He hadn't even left the manor, or whatever they wanted me to call this huge place. He hadn't even left and Ella was already drilling me on the things that I would need to do to make sure this party was a success.I didn't even see the essence of planning for a party when my father was still in the dungeons and when there was every possibility that he was being tortured as I and Ella spoke.I tried to tell her.I also tried to tell her that I would not be up for preparing for a party that I would likely not attend and I certainly wasn't going to plan one for the man that had my father in a steel cage.But as Ella said before. I could always just do it to spite him, except that I wasn't sure if my performing marvelously well would be any form of spite to Winston.I had always dreamed that I would one day stand in a law court, as a lawyer of course, and not as a criminal, maybe as a judge even. I c
Winston's POVI could tell that something was happening by the time I came back.The air seemed to hum with this strange energy like someone was cooking up a scheme but no one could tell if the end of it would be good or bad.I could tell that it would be good though, I could feel it in my bones.I got out of my car and slammed the gate shut.Marco had decided to take another car today, I could tell that he was still pissed about the fact that I had given Angelina the simple liberty of living.He wanted me to make her suffer. I could make her continue with the suffering that I had been imposing on her before, but that would be wrong of me now, thinking like that and acting like that would make me no less than the monster that she believed me to be.I had hit Angelina in anger and I could tell from the way she looked at me that it would not be easy for her to forget that.Inside the walls of the pack house, my house staff moved with urgency to their steps. They all seemed to be in a hu
Angelina's POVWinston was baiting me.I could feel it in the way he looked at me, the way his eyes bored into mine, and in the way, he simply smirked. I couldn't tell from his face if he was doing this on purpose, or if he was even baiting me.He didn't look like he was baiting me, and neither did he look like he didn't want to too.I could see the strong planes of his shoulders, I could see the elegant edges of his face, I could see his chest and hell.I blinked and tried to resist the desire that was pulsing through me.I felt like slapping myself with even, one taste, and I couldn't seem to get enough.I was just acting despicable.The warmth that radiated through Winston, the heat that came off him, I could feel it from where I sat like he was some sort of nuclear power plant.Winston was hot.No doubt about that.But he was also intentionally or unintentionally baiting me and I had come prepared."Thanks. I'll have it washed and brought back to you within the hour."I was saying
Angelina's POVElla was strong.I felt like she would truly shake my brains out. It looked like she would but then she stopped and asked me if I was ready to talk now.I told her yes and that she should take a break.She looked tired and thankfully she did not try to deny the fact that she actually was.We ended the day yesterday with me handing over Winston's shirt to a friend of Ella's and telling her that he forgot it in my room.The look she had given me at that statement made me suspect that she didn't like the fact that much. Ella did tell me that most of the maids liked Winston so I wasn't too surprised at her reaction.She took the shirt anyways and I went to bed.That was yesterday.Today I was in my room sitting by the edge of my bed and wondering how I would be able to go out today and do the things that I would need to do with that person around.;Ella was looking at me and holding back the urge to laugh."I thought you said nothing happened between the both of you yesterd
Winston's POVI felt like hitting myself.Why did I have to do that to her?Why did I have to do the exact thing that she had thought I would do, something I had told her I wouldn't do?"Are you okay?"I looked up and I could see Marco was looking at me. He had made himself scarce the past few days and I could tell that he was still annoyed concerning the decision I had taken regarding Angelina.I had already made the decision though and I wasn't planning to back down on it anytime soon.Marco was my beta, he could advise me and he could suggest a line of action to me but it was still left to me to choose if I was to accept that decision or not, and at the moment, I still felt that my current decision was the right one.I couldn't consciously keep on making her suffer, even if she was just a human and her father was being held for killing my mate.I needed to handle this matter like the Alpha.Not like a disgruntled schoolboy that hits women."I'm fine. Just sort of scatterbrained."M
Angelina's POV"He's going to hate it.''I smirked at Ella's statement."Why do you think I made it?"She shot me a look that told me enough of what she thought, but still, this was perfect.While I was on holiday during one of my long and tedious school sessions, I took up tailoring to help me get out of my head for a bit.I sort of excelled and failed at the same time and so I sort of gave it up, but I still learned a few things.Things like how to make a silver suit a marvelous mix up of silver and gold.I almost hated the fact that I made this for Winston, it was simply too beautiful to be worn, I also couldn't be that sure that it would even fit him because for one, I didn't tell him that I would be improving on his silver suit, and secondly, I also didn't tell him that I would be adding deep gold in the bright silver.My hands throbbed and I felt they would fall off at any moment but it was still worth it.For one, I had outdone myself with the designs. I actually embroidered th
Winston's POVWhat happened just now?I bent my head to look at the bag that Angelina had handed me and I could already tell from the scent that was wafting off the material inside whose bag it was.I could also tell that Angelina had either touched it in places or she had done something to it. Not because of the fact that she looked so happy, but mainly at the fact that her scent was also intertwined with mine, it was happier by the second thought, almost the same way her figure was steadily retreating down the hallway to go down thoughts.She's a whirlwind when she wants to be, someone that is worth the amount of love that she gave out.I had seen the work she had been doing, and the effort she was putting into this event.A festival she knew nothing about and one that she didn't even know its origins, yet she still puts in so much energy to make sure that the event would go on without a hiIt was the most selfless thing I could think of at the moment and looking at her leave, I sh