Genevieve: "Wait, where are you going?" Dad held my hand tightly this time when he noticed I was getting out of my seat. I looked around and saw everybody staring at me. The smirk on Kit's lips made me even more frustrated. Why was this family once again invited over for every meal as if their dau
Bellamy: Many years Ago: "The field is a blessing to our pack," my dad uttered while having dinner with us. Our pack was quite wealthy, richer than many others, mainly because we would sell Lord Bernard Henbane. "That's what I'm saying," mom replied. We used to dine alone, just the three of us.
Bellamy: "You were great today," Dad patted my back as we walked into the mansion to get some rest. "Thank you, Dad," I smiled proudly, feeling fulfilled. I was a little sad that I didn't get to see Vieve today. But at least my class went amazingly. If I did everything well and became a better per
Genevieve: I began to focus on everything. But because Wolvin had left for a walk, I couldn't really say how he knew about everyone's secrets. "Bellamy!" I walked into the room to find him standing next to his laptop and staring at the screen. The moment he saw me, he swiftly turned it off and gav
Genevieve: "Bellamy! Can you tell me what's wrong with you?" After hours of waiting for Bellamy to return, I finally found him near the road leading back to the mansion. I don't even know what my mates have been doing since I arrived here. It really bothers me that they're not checking up on me any
Genevieve: "What do you mean, 'why'? Didn't you see what he did to my daughter?" Mr. Browning yelled at Emre, causing him to shake his head firmly. "So now that he's turned down your desperate daughter, you want him out of the mansion. But what about when he wronged Gennie? Nobody said a thing. H
Genevieve: "Wow," I interjected before she could even kiss him, clapping my hands. The two of them jumped apart, and Bellamy lowered his head with a disappointed grunt. "We were just talking," Kit stuttered, but the look on her face brought back memories of the smirks she had been giving me. She
Bellamy: "Dad, what's going on? Where is Mommy?" Ariel smiled hysterically as she broke the hug to ask her crying father. He was crying loudly, shaking his head and grunting, unable to form a coherent sentence. "Dad," she placed her hands on his shoulders to ask again, and I felt my breath quicke