WHITNEY'S POVAfter leaving the nosey woman I met on my way to the bus station, I got there at a couple of minutes to five. Because my mind has been occupied with so many thoughts, I have forgotten to find out the time the earliest bus to Nashville comes to the station. I became worried and hoped it has not arrived and left before I got there. As for the bus fares, although I don't know how much it is, I wasn't worried cos I know the money with me can get me to Nashville and I will still have some money left because I know that Montgomery was not too far from Nashville. However, I realized that I need some information as regards my journey, so, I need to find someone to ask. My eyes swept across the bus station and I saw seven passengers who were obviously waiting for the bus. There were four men and three women sitting on the bus station waiting chairs. By the left side of the waiting chairs, I saw a ticket counter and a young lady was sitting behind a desk and w

WHITNEY'S POVAs the bus sped on the highway, I was agitated cos my mind was in turmoil until after about an hour when I began to calm down. I wondered how my brother and the Alpha will react when they get to the bus station with the police and realized that the bus to Nashville have left and I believe they will know that I left with the bus.I imagined how angry my brother will be with the Alpha cos he didn't want to go to the police station with him but the alpha coerced him. I recall he even suggested to wait at the bus station till the bus to Nashville arrives while Alpha Don goes to the police station alone but the Alpha refused. I guess now that I have left, my brother will blame Alpha Don for giving me the chance to leave Montgomery. Anyway, I'm glad that Alpha Don insisted that my brother goes to the police station with him cos if he had stayed back at the bus station while Alpha Don goes to the police station alone, there is no way I would have been

WHITNEY'S POVAfter some seconds of gazing at each other, the seeming spell that held us spellbound was broken. My eyes swept over him again and to my surprise, I felt a flood of emotions overpowering my senses. My heart started racing and my breathing accelerated. A warm feeling I have never experienced rushed through my body and I became nervous as I gazed at him. What is wrong with me? Why I'm I feeling this way? I have never felt like this about a man. Even though I have met many good-looking men in my life, I only admire them or sometimes lust for them but I have never been overwhelmed with so many emotions all at once which I find very strange. Aside from his good looks which I find very appealing, I was struck by the realization that he was a werewolf and it made me feel a little bit more at ease with him. I guess his height to be six feet, four inches tall and I guessed his age to be between twenty-seven to twenty-nine. "Young girl, what are you doing here?" he

WHITNEY'S POV"Whitney, do you mind if we show you around the house now or you prefer we take you to your room?" Vera asked.I jolted from my thoughts and turned to look at her and Felicia. They were gazing at me with curiosity. "I want you to show me around the house first," I replied."Okay, come with us," Felicia said.The two maids turned and I followed them.They showed me the kitchen which was very large with numerous kitchen utensils. Then they showed me a large library with a lot of books on various subjects as well as novels and magazines. I must admit that I was excited to see the library because I love reading about various subjects. However, I especially love reading novels. After we left the library, they showed me the conference room where the alpha usually has his meetings and after that, they showed me the laundry, store and a music room that had many musical instruments which includes keyboard, percussion, strung, wind, and electronic instruments. Although I'

WHITNEY'S POVAs I was lying on the bed, my eyes swept across the luxurious room again and I felt a lowly person like me doesn't deserve to be here. I found it hard to believe that it was reality. How can I be so lucky? I came to Nashville and slept under a tree till daybreak on my first night, woke up to see a gorgeous wealthy man that employed me, brought me to his house, and gave me this luxurious guest room the maids said is reserved for top dignitaries. This is nothing short of a fairy tale. It sounds too good to be real. Perhaps, I'm dreaming. I pinched my leg to be sure I wasn't dreaming. Gosh! This is no dream. How can I be this fortunate? I guess this is a sign that my life in Nashville will be a good one. My mind drifted to my room in Montgomery which was the shabbiest room in Alpha Don's mansion as well as all the rooms I have seen in the packhouse. Comparing my room in Montgomery to this one is like comparing night to day. I touched the soft velvety