Micheal's POV I stood at the farthest end of the hall, my eyes strained on a certain person. Elegant and beautiful as usual. But tonight there was nothing short of harsh and cruel in the contours of her face, the little smug smirk on her lips. She's up to something. Alpha was dancing with a succubus in person. Her full breast was pushed outside the very low neckline that she wore. One would think she intentionally wanted the breast to plunge out of her bodice. Something must be up with Angelina and this woman, I thought. A shrill noise rang in my head and my breath was unstable from the impact of the sudden mind link [ Micheal?] The alpha's frantic and brash call sounded in my head ["Yes, alpha is something the matter?"] That was my answer. I suspect he wanted to tell me about Angelina or perhaps the woman he was dancing with. The distaste in his gaze was obvious from this distance and I could see his hot and jealous gaze on Luna. [What's the update? Any witches??] His to
Angelina's POVI watched in delight as Dmitri led Erica to the dance floor. Happiness surge through me and my heart felt light like it was made of feather. "Hmmm." I let out a soft sigh.Revenge never felt so good. Sure, I knew what was going to happen to Erica before the end of this night and I swear that I was totally waiting for it.All this beautiful face that she was enchanting leroi with, would be nothing but a house of bruises and gashes by the end of tommorow. I twirled the glass of champagne around my elegant fingers, and savored the taste of victory. Or in my case , upcoming victory."This is delicious. Definitely more delicious than the others." I laughed a little and winked at Bathsheba. She was with me in this. I don't know what her deal is, but I don't care. She told me that she had an unfinished business with leroi and she was planning to revenge on him too. And with that, we turned partner. I wouldn't lie that the strangest tinge of jealousy that passed through
Erica's POV The sunlight light streaming in felt like a heavy load of torture and my head felt very heavy as if I was housing a giant inside it. I toss and turned, wanted to stretch but I stopped when the pain shot through my arm. I yelped and my eyes snapped open. My eyes met with the white ceiling and I rubbed them. Am I dreaming? This isn't the ceiling in our room. I heard the door creaked open and made no effort to move. My neck was cast and my arms were filled with different drips passed through them. Everything hurts like hell. Not to talk of my very high temperature. I was feeling feverish and cold now. The heavy footsteps reached my side of the bed and breathed a sigh of relief at the sight of my consciousness. "Lu. Erica?" I heard a baritone voice beside me I was tempted to turn to my side, really I was but I couldn't. My head still felt woozy and my vision was slightly blurred. The person came to my side (the side of my head) And placed a cool liquid on my lip
Leroi's POV I watched as Erica's eyes widened in horror. Her hands flew to her mouth and she let out a muffled scream. Tears were quick to pool beneath her lashes. God, I wanted to kill Dmitri all over again I should have bandaged the stupid gnash on my neck when Micheal finished treating my wound but I was too eager to see Erica. My Erica. Her eyes were watery as she kept sneaking peeks at my neck. I stood up and moved to the bed with her, sitting down with her. "It's nothing to worry about." I tried to assure her but she kept shaking her head. Allowing the tears to fall freely. God, it breaks my heart to see her like this! "It is something to worry about! Who did that to you huh? Let me go and kill that bastard!" She said in between hiccups. It was hilarious of her to say such a thing, considering her position right now. But I don't find it hilarious It warmed me up in the way a thousand suns could never. Letting me know that she's ready to stand up for me. "How about we
Micheal's POV I sat comfortably on the chair, stretching my legs to an impossible degree. The hot burn of the whiskey slid through my throat and I coughed a little. I wasn't really a whiskey person but the situation called for it. If anything, I just know that I've never been confused as I was right now, since my whole beta position. As if rescuing Luna from the lunatic called Dmitri was not enough, I heard the horrible news that alpha was missing. My mind reeled and series of questions floated into them, none of which is answerable till the alpha is found. Before throwing Dmitri from the rooftop , he told me, with laughter that belonged to those in mental institution, that Luna's wolf was put to sleep. If he thinks I would be tempted to leave him free,he was totally wrong. I threw him off the rooftop and did not bother to see if landing. If he's not dead , at least he'll be injured enough not to disturb me for the time being. I wished to where Luna was, and the sight th
Leroi's the I ended the call and slipped the phone into my pocket. The was quite strong, enough to keep blowing my hair into my face but not enough to cause any harmErica is still sleeping peacefully inside the room. I would love for her to get as much rest as she desires, but the situation is a bit urgent. Micheal should be here soon. The door adjoining the living room and the balcony creaked open.Speaking of the devil, here he was. A bit of self-doubt rose in me, but I trampled it down. If there's anyone I could trust with my life, that person is none other than Micheal.Not that I did trust Erica too or anything, but Micheal is just ready to give up his life to save mine.His sense of responsibility isn't to be toyed with. He wouldn't mind dying, as much as he's doing his responsibility.He took a seat behind me and said nothing. Probably waiting for me to say something.I glanced at the dark sky, at the thread of silvery light that was hidden beneath the pile of clouds. The
Erica's POVI stared incredulously at the handsome man beside me. He was one hundred and thirty years old. How is that possible though?I know werewolves have a much longer life span than humans, but never have I imagined that Leroi was that old. He certainly doesn't look it. Not that werewolves' facial and physical structures change from twenty-five upwards. No, it doesn't. It remains the same, but all in all, I'm still quite a shock to me."So you're quite the old man huh?" I asked, wanting to tease him a little. Micheal smiled from my opposite and mischievously nodded at me. He was enjoying my taunting"What can I say?? This old man is handsome and rich and has this physical structure that turns the female's head. And to top it all, he is an alpha" He ticked off his characteristics with his fingers, his mouth curving upward in a grin."Yeah so? Acting all high and mighty now are we? Tch." I laughed as his finger tickled me. Throwing my head into his neck, giggles flew out of my
Micheal's POVI watched in silence as Leroi continued to narrate the past to Erica. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't concerned with anything as such. I was waiting for him to get to the real situation. Leroi and I already have a history together. The one that goes a long way back.So I merely listened half-heartedly as he continues to tell her the story behind the war. I let my mind wander to the event of the past few days. My neck has really been up in some shits. Which mainly involves fights, screaming, and running Helter Skelter. My only hope is for us to get this thing done. Without many people dying. Wishing for nobody to die is just purely hypocritical. Some people have to die, we just have to hope they're the minority. My train of thought broke when I heard Leroi's next sentence. "I killed him, Dmitri. I killed him with my own two hands. His parents and mine are friends" His tone reflected regret. "I knew it! But it came as a surprise to me honestly, because I clearly re