Betty’s POVGoing back to Viking Hills pack with Ace was the best decision I have ever made. I was shown love, honor and care, and was treated like the queen I was. We got married and had one more child, Alexa. Even though I lost myself on the way, friends, business deals and lots of other things, I was glad to have my family. Ace made a great father. He is gentle with the kids and shows them love and attention.Ever since I left Moonlight Pack, I didn’t hear from Drake not until the night he showed up at the party. I was surprised to see him, happy to know he was doing okay. He looked different though. He looked rough. He came with his mate. I was genuinely happy that he found someone. Ace wasn’t excited to see him not even after he apologized. I talked to him but he wasn’t still comfortable with him around, I knew he would be over it since he was around just for the party.Drake didn’t return home. The storm kept him in Viking Hills and I wouldn’t want him to lodge in a hotel when t
"This way, Miss." I turn to the strange woman, dressed in some white and blue tailored outfit with an apron over it. A couple of other servants who have walked past us are dressed like her. But they don't have the apron, the cap on her head, her stout gait, or the sternness in her voice.She must hold some kind of high position to be able to incite fear easily with just her voice. "One moment, please. I just need to talk to my father." I plead again, trying to get out of the massive gate in front of me.I get blocked off by the guards with rigid looks on their faces. Father is flagging down a taxi with a satisfied grin on his face and the bag of cash in his hands."You should stop saying that and come with me. I don't have all day!""I can't just go with you. I need to speak with my Father…""You can't speak with him or with anyone outside the gate from here on. You've been sold to the Packhouse as a breeder. You have no more business with the outside world. How hard is that to unde
The clock ticks midnight and I hurry out of the bed, gripping the silk fabric of my nightie.He'll be here soon. The thought of that makes my heart give a crazy thud against my chest. The head maid, Mary, had been very specific about the time of his arrival. Yeah, I realized why she's dressed differently and has that rigid aura around her. She's the head maid and has worked the longest here in the Packhouse.She also mentioned that I have to look soft and accessible. I shouldn't question him and I should do whatever he asks. With no delay.He hates delay. I can get killed for it.She also said —"Get out!" A rigorous, deep, and fierce masculine voice yells outside the door. I hear footsteps scurrying away. Is it the soldiers the head maid Mary placed at my door to keep me from running away? Who just gave them that order to leave?The doorknob turns and the door opens. I gulp repeatedly, intertwining my clammy, shaky fingers. A man walks inside and shuts the door behind him. Bolts
"Get out! And take this mess with you. I don't ever want to see you in my study, bedroom, or anywhere close to me. How the hell do you not listen?!"Drenched with hot coffee and sprawled on the floor in the middle of the brown mess, I can only shed quiet tears as he continues to yell at me.I can't even look at him. It'll make me feel more trashy and miserable. The hate in his eyes has always been a poisonous blade that leaves eternal slashes on my heart.It burns me to ashes. Makes me want to disappear from his sight. Regardless of how much I care about him. He tries to come closer to me but gets held back by Beta Luke. They're struggling and once again, Beta Luke is keeping away from snapping my neck.I thought I'd witnessed the worst hardship in the world. I thought I'd gone through the worst kind of pain. But that night proved me wrong.That night when I realized he's my mate and the other nights and days that have followed where I try as hard as I can to make him love me — They'
Classic tunes from the speakers reverberate the hall and sync with the low-key chattering of the thousands of guests present. It's Alpha Ace's birthday and it has pulled in almost everyone in the Pack and people from the other Packs who are allied with us. The war that lasted two decades between every Packs in the region created a long-term feud between so many Packs. Our Pack is in enmity with so many Packs. Just a few still have a good relationship with us. You can blame it on Alpha Ace for not even trying to fix the feud. Or you can blame it on the other Packs for not being forgiving enough to let go of the grudge. The bottom line is that we have more Pack enemies than friends.I take a deep breath, trying to control my anxiety. Maybe I shouldn't have come to the party. I hate feeling this way. Like a time bomb just went off in my stomach, causing irreparable chaos. But then again, it's Alpha Ace's birthday. I can't miss it. Even though I feel very uncomfortable here. He's my m
Ace's POVThe shoving footsteps going through the hallway wake me up from my deep slumber. I groan at the splitting migraine, trying to blow my head off. I sit up with a groan, struggling to open my eyes against the sun rays beaming straight on them. The blinds have been open. Was it Luke or the servants? Another painful spasm goes through my head and I'm cradling it in my palms. Why the fuck did I drink so much last night?What was going through my head? It felt like I was on a mission to drown myself in booze. And now I'm paying the hardest way for it.It's all her fault. That damned breeder who showed her ugly face at my party and jinxed the air. Seeing her put me in a cranky mood all night. I lost all patience to sit around and enjoy the party.Booze was my only solace. My fucking haven. But now it's killing me.Someone, please get me something to cool it off with. Or I may lose my fucking head.The door opens and the head maid walks in with a tray. "Good morning, Master." She b
Ace's POVA YEAR LATER…How fast time flies! Especially when all you're doing is counting the minutes each day until you fall asleep or you're deep in thought or moping around. It's been a year since Betty disappeared from my life. I try so hard to hide the agony she left behind. I try so hard to control it. But then, I figure there's no use denying it. I miss her. I need her back. I need to find her.Searching for her isn't easy. I don't know anything about her. Her crackhead stepfather had disappeared too. No trace of him. She doesn't seem to have any other relatives so my search meets a dead end. Having no clue where to look, I fall into a depth of depression. Craving her but not having her in my arms. I'm about to go insane from that wretched feeling."Master." A knock and footsteps snap me out of my thoughts. My gaze is back on the piles of files on my table that need signing. Treaties and deals for the Pack. My strenuous duties as Alpha. I can't believe I'm slacking off on th
ACE’S POV“The car is ready, Sir.” My chauffeur’s voice pulled me out of my regular zoning. Ever since Luke made that shocking revelation about Betty being my mate, I have searched every pack for her. I have searched with a heavy and regretful heart with every hope of seeing her again. I need to apologize and make my newly found feelings known. I have never felt connected and concerned about a woman not until Betty left. I felt the bond that I stupidly ignored, and I couldn’t let it die with him. I sighed and stood up from the sofa. This was the seventh pack I would be visiting in search of Betty, and I’m onto my eighth already. It was quite tiring, but I have vowed never to stop looking until I find her. I know I will. Pack duties were hanging on my neck, but I have learned to trust Luke with them while I go on the search. I just felt like things could be better between me and Betty. I followed my waiting chauffeur to the parked car.THREE YEARS LATER…..“Okay. Thank you very much