Author's POVThe textile factory was as silent as a grave when Leila got there, she panicked. Her wolf stood on guard just in case they get subjected to an unexpected attack. Taking a deep breath, she held tightly onto her phone, her heels clanking against the rough concrete surface of the entire space. Tapping on the number that had called her, she held her phone to her ear. “I am here.” She said when he did pick. “Move further towards the back, you will find me there.” He saidSwallowing her spit, Leila took determined strides towards the location. And almost immediately, she had a black cloth draped over her head and her hands tied. She struggled as she got pulled forward, letting out a painful yell when she got pushed roughly into a wooden chair. “Let me go!” She yelled“Keep your bloody mouth shut!” A harsh masculine tone rebuked her. Leila kept mute, trying to think of a way to get out of her situation. She should have known earlier that it would be a trap. To cap it all, th
Kira's POVI couldn't resist the urge to head to the bar to see Xander, even though I know the coast might not be that clear, considering Declan and the way he has been trailing me lately. Disguising myself, I left the pack house to my destination. “Always sneaking in like a thief, how long do you think you would survive this?” Xander taunted behind me when I entered the bar talking to Miguel. Turning to look at him, I snickered. “What is it to you? Where is Carl?” He shrugged, “I am not his nanny, you don't expect me to know where he is right?” I huffed, “whatever, let's talk in your office.” Without waiting for his reply, I strode towards the office door like I owned the place. Xander pulled me by my hand to his hard chest the moment I stepped into the office and attempted to shut the door. I didn't realize he was close on my tail. “What are you trying to do?” He asked in the most seductive voice I have ever heard, almost making my legs melt away. I staggered a bit, but his h
Author's POVLeila chewed hard on her nail, she hadn't been herself for days and had kept herself indoors, refusing to step out. Not even when Declan had called to ask if she would come around to his place. The thought of seeing the two—faced witch named Elizabeth made Leila restless. She had texted Kira after a long thought about whom she could reach out to. There has to be a way Kira can help her out. If not anything, at least someone to listen to her. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest when someone knocked on her door. Cursing under her breath, she opened the door, her father stood there looking uncertain.“Can I come in?” Jesse inquired in a meek voice. Huffing, Leila made her way back into the room. “Come in.” His eyes searched around the room, nothing was in place. Leila's closet looked raided, the floor was filled with different empty bottles of alcohol. Jesse's eyes watered at the pathetic sight of his daughter. He wasn't sure what was wrong with her, but he thought
Kira's POVAmber was laughing her head off at my explanation and I felt like tweaking her neck, nothing annoys me more than trying to make a good deal of a discussion, and she doesn't get serious. “I want to believe this isn't a standup comedy. Why are you gasping like a hyena?” She made an angry face, glaring at me. “Don't be so disrespectful towards me. It's not my fault that you intend to play detective for your enemy. What are you thinking?” I shrugged, spreading out my hands. “How was I supposed to know that is what she would ask of me? Moreover, look at it like this. It would give me more excuse to snoop around and get anything of interest for myself. I need to do whatever it takes to get in between Elizabeth and Leila. And if that requires becoming a detective. Call me Sherlock.” Amber gave me a once over, “you look nothing like it. Don't fool yourself.”“You are just jealous.” I snickered. Stretching my hand over the table to add one more chicken to my plate, I hummed in
Author's POVElizabeth's eyes scanned the papers she held In her hand. She was supposed to burn it up after such a long time, but for some unknown reason. She has kept it among her most important documents. It was Liam's actual autopsy report which she had ensured didn't get into anybody else's hand. Having collided with the doctor to provide a fake one for anyone who might want to meddle. There is a rule in Blackstone that ensures an autopsy is carried out on a dead werewolf, especially one that was never sick, ancient or had an underlying ailment. The Alpha had made this a must to help know if there might be any need to worry over a possible disease, that could be killing off the folks who aren't supposed to die yet. According to him, of course. Which was laughable to Elizabeth, she saw Kendrick as a joker who thinks he can stop anyone from dying a fated death. Be it murder or natural death, the person definitely had overstayed and needs to be dead. The probable cause of his deat
Kira's POVI hastened my steps towards the kitchen, I didn't want to end up being suspected of taking too long. Knowing it will be too obvious if I took the document with me, also I only had a dress on. Dipping a whole three-page document inside of me would have getting admitted to the hospital. The joy of having your phone with you at the right time when it's most needed. It felt like I had won a trophy. “That was fast, didn't think you would find it that easily.” Elizabeth mused, to my surprise.I smiled lightly, handing the phone to her, “you described it perfectly.” Excusing herself to go make a call, I tried to ransack my head to be certain I didn't leave the table in the study too scattered. “You might want to go back.” Ayla tauntedI snorted, ignoring her saucy attitude. She was at it again, I am really different from Ayla. Sauciness isn't a part of me, or maybe it is. I really can't tell, she is just a different breed on her own. Declan didn't return until dinner was set, h
Xander's POVI felt good knowing I had ruined Declan's night, the bastard thinks he can move around whichever way he pleases. The thought of him and his mother getting to enjoy everything my father worked for lavishly, annoys the hell out of me. To make matters worse, I went to the hospital to ask for my father's autopsy. Even though it has been a long while, they would definitely have it in their records. However, the report said he died a natural death. Which I can say with a full chest is a lie. Restlessness lingered in every pore of my skin, also seeing how good-looking Kira was tonight. She should be in my arms and no one else's. That buffoon named Declan should really start to keep his hands where it can be seen. I want to avoid having to send him to the hospital with a broken limb. I got a text from Carl to join in on his night out with Miguel, those two are getting closer than I would have imagined. Carl is stealing my friend away from me slowly. Which is why I would accept
Kira's POVI woke up feeling heavy at heart, I would like to tag it as regret. Maybe I shouldn't have gotten too excited and showed off the document I had gotten from Elizabeth's drawer. Xander ran out of the bar and no one could go after him because Miguel said it wasn't needed, saying he would find his way back. No one said he wouldn't, I am more worried about him doing something stupid. But Miguel assured that nothing of the sort would happen. After waiting my ass off for about an extra hour, I eventually gave up and went home. Carl had taken Xander's bike to take me home. I practically brooded all through the night, didn't know when sleep got the best of me. My body ached from turning and twisting for hours. My hands instinctively went to my call log, wishing to put a call through to Xander. But, something told me to hold up for the meantime. I threw the phone on the bed, groaning in frustration. My day was already on the rocks as it is, waking up in a sour mood doesn't help th