Chapter 59

Prescott’s POV

Sitting behind my office desk with my palm on my chest, gently caressing the part that got stabbed with that poisoned dagger.

“Ummm,” I let out a painful moan as my fingers softly pressed on the wound that was still covered with plaster. I hadn't completely healed from the wound because of the poison that was used on the dagger and the thought about the person behind it made me want to demolish the pack.

The corner of my mouth curved into a smirk as the scene replayed in my head. The grin on the first daughter's face as she plucked the dagger into my chest made me wish I had killed her on the spot, right there in front of Nova whom she had talked into rebelling against me.

But then again, what will Nova say about me? Wouldn't that prove her right that I was truly a beast she had accused me of being?

I let in a drag of air as my mind drifted off to Nova and I wondered how she was doing. Was she busy resenting me? Or has she moved on with her life?

I couldn't stop ques