**Scarlett's POV**I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes with the back of my palm. My eyes snapped open when I remembered what happened. Alpha Xavier had beheaded that guard yesterday and saved me. I glanced at my breasts and saw that it was bandaged, glanced at my hands too and there was a bandage on it. Did he treat me yesterday? Hell no! It's not possible. He must have called the pack doctor.I looked down and saw him seated with his head on the bed, sleeping soundly. His hair fell to his face, making him look hot and cute. He didn't look like that ruthless Alpha he was anymore, he looked humble, vulnerable, and sweet. His facial features were just perfect; no flaws.I got so lost staring at him that I didn't know when he woke up.“Is that how you stare at people in the morning?” He asked, jolting me out of my reverie.“W… Wh… Huh?” I stuttered. His question took me unawares and I got a bit embarrassed that he caught me staring. A part of me was also scared of what he might do to m

**Cassandra's POV**I couldn't believe what I was seeing in front of me. So, this bitch is the reason Xavier has been ignoring my calls and not inviting me over. This bitch again! “What is the meaning of this?” I asked but Xavier glanced at me, his voice void of any emotions.I watched how the bitch looked at me. She wasn't even ashamed of what she had done.“Xavier, what happened to her being a slave and you having nothing to do with her, huh?” I snapped.“Don't you dare raise your voice at me,” He yelled, and I flinched. “She is a slave, so what? That doesn't stop her from giving me the pleasure I deserve.” He glared at me.I've always known that there was something about this bitch. I get that she's beautiful and has all the nice curves, but I beat her in all that.“Why can't you call me when you need to be pleased? I told you how much I hate seeing you with other women.” I whined.“Why are you talking like you've become my wife or something?” He frowned.This is part of the Thing

**Arnold's POV**“Don't you think it's time to let go and move on?” I asked, immediately I walked in and saw him staring at that picture again. I couldn't comprehend why he was hard on himself over his mate's death. I tried my best to find a way to make him forget about her, but he wouldn't.“Her death still feels fresh, Arnold.” He turned to face me. Tears had already gathered in his eyes, and I couldn't fight the urge to pull him in for a hug.“I know how you feel buddy,” I said and hugged him. “You have to move on for the pain to go away. I am sure she wants the same thing for you.” I cooed.He sighed and pulled away from the hug. Wiping his face dry, he stood and tucked his hands in his pockets, still glancing at the picture. Somehow I could feel his hurt, his pain and I didn't want him to experience that. I was the only person who could see his vulnerable side, I'm the only person he shares his darkest secrets with. He wasn't always like this; all these happened after we lost Av

Arnold's POV**Her eyes widened as she asked how I got to find out. “Well, I am the beta in this pack, so technically I know almost everything going on.” I answered proudly.I saw her face fall a little before she exhaled. “You must think of me as a spy like Alpha, don't you?” She asked.“Not at all. I believe you.” I answered.“I wish it was this easy for Alpha Xavier to believe me, too. I have really been down, thinking about so many things, like proving my innocence and hoping I'd stay alive, you achieve that.” Her voice shook a little like she was going to cry as she looked at me with glassy eyes.“You'll prove your innocence, Scarlett. All you need is help because you can't do it on your own,” I told her.She blinked the tears away. “I'm sorry if I'm bothering you with my problems, but I really require someone to talk to; someone to pour my heart's to as well. I want to avoid getting depressed or go crazy. The only reason why I'm still fighting and holding on is because of the ju

**Alpha Xavier's POV**I saw her face go red in anger, and she had this look that let out that she was expecting this.“Are you being serious right now?” She asked.“Is anything wrong with paying for my help?” I asked, looking at her with a bemused expression on my face.“I don't understand. Does someone who claims to be a leader ask his subject to pay for the help they're entitled to?” She folded her hands.I chuckled, still rolling her hair in my hands. “Are you my subject? You're just a slave.” Was my reply, and I could see her face fall.She sighed and slowly brought my hands down from her hair. “So, slaves mean nothing to you, right? You know, since you started treating me this way, I realized that dying a rogue would have been death. I prefer death to your ill-treatment, Alpha Xavier!” She snapped.I didn't understand why, but I felt a bit pained just seeing her that way. This pain was synonymous to the one I felt when I heard her telling Arnold about all that had been going on