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Deangelo. After all that happened yesterday, I had not managed to get a word with both Mia and Elena. They ignored me like I was plague and even I now know that I was failing miserably at this parenting thing, and I feel as though the weight of the world was sitting heavily on my shoulders. I was finishing up some work and planning with Luca and Anna and just as I proceeded to go, Anna gets into my car with me, causing me to sigh. I winked at Luca to get down and come home with his car so I could have some time alone with her."Alpha, should we go to my place?" She said and I immediately shake my head, “I can’t tonight.” Her face fell. “Why not?” Here we go. I knew this was coming, I just knew that these females will always managed to get entangled into every little thing. “I’ve got things I need to do today. I need to get home.” I replied as I tried so hard not to snap at her.She knows me, she knew how thin my patience was, she knew how this was absolutely nothing and yet she wa
Elena.We were able to sort the bullying case with Mia and now, she started see me in a different light than she did before. She even asks about my night, day and how I am doing whenever she sees it.Progress. Baby steps.I had been feeling some type of way about how I had shouted and yelled at the alpha during the incident with Mia. I didn't know what to do, how to apologize nor how to even start to say I was sorry for how I had yelled at him even though he actually deserved it. Hence, instead of doing any of things, I exchanged little to no words with him unless it was highly necessary.I remained seated just before the kids extra lessons with Sofia and while they ate, I sat with them, only Sofia was with us. Mrs Cali and Camila was out on a personal endeavor for some hours.While we ate, Diego suddenly spoke while eating, despite having been corrected not to do this several times, "uh... Ms. Elena, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”The fish nearly fell out of my mouth. “What?” I ask
Deangelo.I woke up sad and solemn today, it was my mom’s death anniversary after all. it was also my wife’s. The fact they both died on the same day is something that I think the universe intentionally planned on just to mock me.I remained seated in my study as my mind wanders around, my zeal and quest for revenge went higher and higher the more I reminisce about how my mom and my wife had been killed by the same set of people and how they have somehow managed to keep evading being death with by me and my pack.A particular scene kept coming back, how I had watched my mom get raped and killed by the alpha of the Amato pack, how I had watched it all happen while I hid away like a coward under the bed just to avoid being seen as mother had instructed. no child should ever have to see their mother get treated so inhumanely. No child should watch his mother get brutally taken advantage of and then choked till there was no air left in her lungs.I had grown up with that image of my mothe
Elena.I looked around awkwardly as soon as Mia walked out on her dad and ran up the stairs as I wondered idly if I should run after her or not I had woken up to preparations that I didn't quite understand, at least, not until Camila had told me and immediately she did, I feel so bad and sad.i just couldn’t imagine what the kids were going through having lost their mother, but the one person I felt even sadder for was the alpha, losing his mother at a young age and then his wife at an older age on the same freaking day is not anything anybody should be made to experience. I knew that even though he acts like he’s stronger than all that happened to him, he feels it anyway.“I think it is high time that Deangelo gets a new mother for these kids, don’t you think?” I heard Madam Beatrice say as i looked in her direction.The few weeks I have used in the house has made me learn about her ways and way of thinking and i would be lying if i said i liked any of it. She was very shallow and sp
Deangelo.My mom was the rockstar of my world, my anchor, my safe place. She was my heaven, my superhero.She was one for surprises, each day a multitude of tiny things... how they made me smile from toe to lips.Which hand was my cookie in? Which way would we walk to school? Would be splashing in puddles or leaping over? Would we dance our special jig if we saw a cat? It was so fun, all those everyday adventures... I can still feel her excitement at seeing a simple flower or the way the light played upon the path. In a life so overwhelming and tight like ours, it was her that was amazing, not because she was given so much, yet because she made it that way.Dad and some of his strong gammas had not been around when mom it all happened. I can vividly remember how I was slumped at the table in my room, my brows creased and face tense when Mom had walked in with a coffee in hand as she asked "How are you, my baby?" her tone casual and light.I scowled at her scrambled eggs, "I don't know
Elena.Tears rolled down my eyes on hearing the detailed story that Camila had just told to me and no, it was not just about the fact that it was a teary story, it was more of the fact that it had all been done by no one else other than my father, my pack. I could not control the tears that rolled down my eyes as i felt guilt wash over me over the fact that i had taken solace under a pack that my original pack had done so much damage to.It was just too much for me to take. I did not deserve any of the kindness and goodness that this pack have shown me in the past month, I do not deserve to have them treat me so well after being deceived by me.No one deserves that. Not Mr. Deangelo, not the pack as a whole and definitely not the kids who I have even started to bond with, not knowing that I belonged to the enemy’s pack, the same pack that had taken their mother, sister and grandmother from them.Seeing that I was probably crying way too much than expected, Camila was surprised, “Is ev
Sofia.It was a delightful day and was characterized by the occasional peeking of the sun. A cool breeze rustled in the atmosphere from the west giving a cooling effect to the wedding’s invitees as each took a seat on the gazebo walk’s on either side.Cool classical music played in the background and I could not believe that I was finally getting married to the love of my life, Deangelo. What a memorable day it would turn out to be! Streamers and balloons fluttered in enclosed railings with the vibrant red, green, and blue colors radiating throughout the premises. Rows of luxurious cars stood parked on the far side of the venue’s left and the overhead sun made them glitter.I headed towards where the groom and the entire audience were waiting. I clutched tightly to my mom’s hand as we slowly walked down the path leading to the gazebo. The background music started to fade slowly and was replaced by bridal choruses as heads abruptly turned towards the aisle’s far end where I was making
Sofia. I watched as Diego shivered so badly while his headache just went worse, and the fact that all of these just happened in a twinkle of an eye is so shocking. After he had gone up to his room while throwing tantrums saying that he wanted Elena back, we did not see him come back down and the alpha had instructed during lunch that we should not go and beg him if he decides to go on yet another hunger strike again because he doe not want him to think he can simply get away with anything by just embarking on a hunger strike. But then, when we had no choice but to check on him for early dinner, we were shocked to find him with his temperature so high and his body shivering like he was thrown in a pool of ice. The alpha looked so concerned and worried about his well being so even though I did not give two fucks about these kids at all, I decided to stay for the night and take care of him. But not without me having my own personal vendetta and which is to be closer to Deangelo of cour