**THE NEXT MORNING** Logan's POV...  "So, have you checked up on her?" I asked Simon as we walked down the hallway. "Yes! She miraculously woke up last night though she couldn't stand on her feet." Simon replied. I couldn't hide my surprised look. Doctor Eva said it would take up to two or three days before she would be conscious. How come she was able to wake up after a few hours of treatment?"How did that happen? I thought Doctor…." Simon interrupted me before I could complete my statement. "I think she is stronger than Doctor Eva thought. Her prediction was wrong this time." "Oh, was she able to talk? Did she say anything?" I asked. I was desperate to find out who the culprits were. I wanted to clear my doubts about Kara being the culprit. "No! She didn't say anything. I guess she still hasn't recovered from the shock." Simon

Author's POV…"Do you know my mother?" Alexa asked, and as soon as she did, Doctor Eva suddenly stopped moving her hands."Why are you trying to get words from my mouth? That day I told you that the resemblance between you and your mum was striking; it was just a slip of the tongue. I don't know her," Doctor Eva replied confidently in such a way that one could hardly detect her lying.Alexa smiled as she continued treating her wounds. She knew Doctor Eva was hiding some things, and she would force or convince her to spill them out.Selina kept staring at them, wondering what the duo were talking about,"Why do my instincts keep telling me that you're lying?" Alexa asked, still on the same topic. Doctor Eva exhaled sharply, getting tired of Alexa's troubles. "It's because your instincts are telling you the wrong thing. Can't someone make a simple mistake while communicating?" Doctor Eva asked rhetorically, trying to be on her cool side. "I know it's not a mistake. If you know my mot

Author's POV… Alpha Logan angrily barged out of Kara's room and headed straight to his chambers. He tried to keep his cool, but he had lost it already; Kara is so annoying. He entered his room and fell on the bed, exhaling sharply as he closed his eyes."You should calm down," Kobe suggested. Logan doesn't understand why Kara has refused to change her bad habits. He wants the best for her, but she isn't willing to change. How could she deny such to the extent of shedding real tears? Alexa, for sure, can't possibly lie against Kara; she doesn't have the boldness to do such. "She was seriously crying. She is such a drama queen." Kobe said. "Can you just keep shut! I need to think," Logan yelled, shutting up his wolf. "Better!" Logan scoffed as Kobe obeyed. So what if Kara was telling the truth this time? What if Alexa was lying? She was tearing up for real; she looked like someone who was telling the truth.Different

Alpha Logan's POV...**THE NEXT MORNING** I stopped in front of Kara's door, and I respired. Had been thinking about her all night. I felt really bad for having shouted at her and saying hurtful words to her.  I guess I hurt her really bad. All this was because of Alexa; if I found out that she framed Kara, I would kill her gruesomely.  I also thought about the issue on ground all throughout the night. I got really confused about whom to believe between Kara and Alexa.  Kara lies all the time, but Alexa looks so innocent I don't think she is lying. But this time, Kara looked like she was telling the truth about being accused wrongly.  She didn't bother to talk to me throughout yesterday; she must have been hurt.  Who the fuck between them is lying to me?  I just need strong evidence or even a witness.  I kno

Alexa's POV… I slowly opened my eyes and found myself in a dim room. I yawned tiredly and felt my arm and head; the wounds had healed already, leaving scars. I wasn't feeling any pain at all.  I was glad I was finally healed but sad that I would be resuming my duty as a slave to Alpha Logan.  I checked for Selina on the bed I was also lying on but felt an empty space.  I turned immediately and confirmed she wasn't there. Where did she go?  I sat up and noticed the room was different from the one I had occupied for a few days.  Where was I?  The room doesn't look like the slave's room either; I am not familiar with this room at all.  I kept looking around and studying the room, wondering how I got here in the first place.  Was I transferred to another room or what? I guess so. After all,