Camile POV"He is a lycan and you are a witch?" Alina stared at me as If I was playing tricks on her. "If this isn't real then I'll kill you!" She yelled and threw her fork at me but I ducked and Axel who walked into the dining hall at that time caught it and held it. "Tell me everything!" She sneered. I facepalmed myself and stared at My Best Friend who just found out about Axel and my 's identity. After Axel and I returned, I told her everything about me and the letter I got and my parent's death. "So you are saying that someone sent you a letter from the past and you believed it!" She shouted and slammed her hand on the table. "Calm down babe," Marcel touched her hand but she slapped it away. "Sorry," he apologized when she cast a glare at him. "I thought Marcel was the only supernatural amongst us and Axel was just his friend! I can't believe it," she placed a hand on her forehead and rubbed it gently. "I can't believe what I'm hearing right now!" Alina shouted. "You know tha
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 POVI hate the green color. I groaned out in frustration after I tried the last piece of dress I owed. Axel had invited me to go along with him to Katherine's wedding since she was my favorite painter and I haven't found a perfect dress for the wedding. All my dresses were either old or the colors didn't fit the occasion. I groaned out and jumped on the bed while Alina stared at me as if I had grown three heads. "I hate this," I complained. "Told you to buy dresses back then but you refused because you said you didn't need them but now you do," she clapped her hands. "What are you going to do about it?" She asked. "I don't know," I jumped on the bed and covered myself with the duvet. "I'll probably not go because there is no way that I can find the perfect dress for a wedding that's tomorrow. ""I can you lend you one of my dresses," Alina offered but I shook my head in response. There was no way I was going to wear her revealing dress for a wedding party. "You are refusi
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
Axel POVI rushed into my Penthouse with Camille in my arms while Penelope and Nathan trailed behind me. When Alina and Marcel saw me, they asked questions but I ignored them and headed into my room. I undressed Camille with my eyes closed and dressed her up in one of my shirts and gently lay her on the bed and covered her up with a blanket. "What happened to her?"Alina barged into the room. " what did you do to her?" She demanded. I ran my hand through my hair and grabbed Alina's hand and pulled her out of the room. "Why won't you tell me what happened to my friend?" she asked. " she...." I pointed in the direction of the room. "She is fine. She just fainted because of what she saw.""And what's that? What have you done to my friend! "Alina shouted. Marcel came behind her and placed his hands on Alina's shoulder. " calm down Alina," he said but instead, Alina slapped his hands away from her shoulders. "Don't tell me what to do!" She yelled at him. I heaved a sigh and beckoned t
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's POV"So we have to paint a picture of the past?" I asked Axel as I entered his car and sat beside him in the front. I had asked of Alina and Marcel, and I was informed by Axel that they had gone to Marcel's pack to bring the witch who would help with the ritual. I was glad for the two of them because they had realized their feelings for one another, and Alina was finally coming out of her shell of never falling in love with any man ever again. "What kind of painting?" I asked Axel as he started the car and drove out of the garage. Axel didn't reply and fixed his eyes on the road. "Axel!" I shouted his name again. He turned to face me with a smile on his face. He grabbed my hand and kissed it. Painting is easy, Camille. "We just have to find the perfect drawing for going to the past, and although I haven't picked a brush in years, I am still a great painter," he boasted and winked at me. I chuckled and nodded in response. The rest of the drive to AX gallery was in silence
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