Axton’s P.O.V I looked down at the open trash can and the bowl of noodles in my hand, debating if I was doing the right thing. In the end, I placed the bowl back inside the fridge instead of throwing it out. “Fuck!” What the fuck had gotten into me? That kiss was nothing significant to fuss over? And now that she didn’t eat the meal I prepared for her, I was planning on throwing away the noodles I made for her this morning? Seriously, I was acting like an angry teenager who lives rent free at their parent’s house and yet feel like all the world’s suffering is insignificant next to theirs! There was no use in denying the fact that the kiss yesterday morning had made me feel things that I wasn’t supposed to feel, especially science it had only been days since Lily died. But the mating bond was hella strong…stronger than I had imagined it to be despite the fact that my mate was human. Was this how my father had felt when he let g

Anika’s P.O.V I took in the light pink blouse and dark blue denims that I had put on in the mirror, debating if I should change into a white shirt instead to go with the moss green jacket I was planning on wearing on top. It was finally the night that I would get to meet my savior; the mysterious woman who had saved my life from that hungry-looking wolf. So far, I had no idea who she was or how she looked, but Axton says she invited both of us to dinner this evening. It was a bit strange that a woman who saved my life was asking me to join her for dinner except for it being the other way around, but I guess some people like things a specific way?... if that even makes sense. On the other hand, I was still getting used to calling Raaz as Axton. Not that I was used to calling him Raaz for long, but in some way, him getting his memories back meant that it wouldn’t be long before him and I go our separate ways. ‘What are you?’

Anika’s P.O.V I ran. It was the only thing I could do after what I had witnessed. I ran… I ran blindly. My heart pounded against my chest as I made my way down the hallways, trying to find my way in this maze of a mansion. Finally, I saw a painting that looked familiar, one that I had seen when I had entered the house and I took the turn, following down that hallway. With how my brain felt jumbled, my thoughts clogged…I was lucky that I could even vaguely remember how I got in. Finally…after what felt like an eternity later, I found the huge mahogany double doors with engravings on it that I entered the mansion through. Pushing on the doors that seemed immobile, I used all my strength to push open one side and then I was out the front door and into the cold night air that made goosebumps appear all over my body. I bent down to place my hands on my knees, taking in deep gulps of air as my lungs threatened to collapse. “

Axton’s P.O.V “Hello, little brother.” I whipped around to face Gustav, crouching down in preparation for an attack. My wolf snarled inside my mind, wanting to take over, wanting to tear him apart piece by piece. But Gustav merely smirked, leaning against a nearby tree. “I’m not going to attack or try to kill you, Axton.” He shook his head. “I had given up on that idea the second I found out that Anika is your mate.” A growl tore through me. “Don’t you dare go near her!” “Or what?” He tilted his head to the side to study me, the smirk growing wider. “It’s funny how you’re acting the mean, big bad wolf when you have another woman’s scent all over you. Looks like I didn’t have to do much this time, Axton. You screwed up on your own.” “At least I screwed up, Gustav,” I growled at him. “I didn’t murder my own mate.” The next thing I know, I was being slammed against a tree hard enough that leaves fell from the tree

Anika’s P.O.V“Where are we?” I asked, looking at the cabin in front of us.This was just like any other cabins in this mountain that I had come across so far, but somehow, it still looked beautiful, more ornate than most. Maybe because it was two storied? Or maybe because it was set at the very edge of the cliff. The maker of this cabin had made a very bold decision and it had worked out beautifully.“My house.” Gustav gave me a bright smile. “I thought you would like some home-cooked meals rather than restaurant food. You’ve been having takeout almost every day.”“You saw that?” I asked him sheepishly. Of course he knew I was having take out every day, the little police station was right opposite to the diner and from what I had noticed, the middle-aged woman that owned the diner was quiet friendly with him.“I tend to notice interesting things about interesting pe