Beth?

Alex's POV.

It was late at night, I had been trying to sleep, but it wasn't coming forth. I crawled out of the bedsheets, wore my slip on, and dragged my heavy feet to the table by the window.

Sitting on the chair and looking out the window, I recalled how this place used to be a secret place for Beth and I to meet. We had the best of memories in here, which is a more reason why I had decided not to leave this house.

Suddenly, my mind went to Sarah.

“I hope she's doing fine. She's really a tough one and won't even admit it when she's weak.” I mumbled under my breath.

“I wished I had killed Marcus when I had the chance to, I shouldn't have banished him from the Pack; I should have robbed him the right to live.” I cussed in my thoughts as my hand clenched in a fist.

“If I had killed him, none of this would be happening. He won't have killed Beth or tried to take over the Pack like he's trying to do now.”

Memories of when he kidnapped Beth flooded my head. It was on a sunny day, the day