Zayn’s POV "I-I thought you were still going to get home later, around 9 PM. I think it is still around 8pm in the evening. Just look how the moon shines so brightly at the end of the day." She points at the moon, having a pretty reaction on her face. She does not move from the ground, just wants me from outside while I peek through the window for a higher view of her face. "The way the moon is perfect, that is the total contrast of what my viability is living on promptly." She does not seem to have any intention of entering and stepping back from the mistake she is about to make. As she deepens her breath, I can smell the aroma of wolf’s bane mixed with powerful alcohol. Don’t tell me she drank one of the collections I granted in the mansion. "Were you drinking while everybody’s out, Eleanor?" Her heads turn to my face, acting out a silly facial reaction. "I-I kind of touched your babies, which I hope you don’t mind because I felt really lonely from eating lunch to dinner. The ma

Eleanor’s POV"Don’t you remember me at all, Zayn?" Is it possible for an Alpha to neglect his only, Luna? This could be the most hurtful news in my lifetime, being physically present in the world. Is this the stertorous outturn of my inaccurate verdict. I was once about to follow what my mind told me, but it seems like I am really adverse to making up a wisely recommended settlement. He completely stares at me, analyzing every angle that my face and my body have. Is he being totally serious about this? I want to emerge my feelings and cry, but his mother is looking at the framework of the present happening and is also critically observing, as if she cannot believe that Zayn does not reminisce even a little part of me. Why isn’t he speaking?"If he cannot remember you, Eleanor, then you can go outside of this room because I will be the one taking care of him. I think your job is done, and it ends when you deliver him here alone at the hospital. Thank you, anyway, for your kind heart.

Dylan’s POV As I closed the door after the moment when I had a 10-minute conversation with Eleanor, which I never expected to occur this day. Waking up feeling like this is just a normal day, without imagining that a beautiful girl will come in my doorway. Although, I was surprised with the news she brought me. I never knew that someone else was pestering Zayn’s life besides me."Who was that, Dylan? It seems like you’ve been there for minutes. That doesn’t sound just like our mail delivery." "Can you guess who it is, dad?" "Is this a guessing game, Dylan?" "Actually, it flabbergasted me. Eleanor appearing right outside made me question things." "Really? Eleanor? Did you discern her face clearly? No matter how many times she rejected your calls, I will not believe that she just came and left the vicinity of our home." "Well, destiny is just like a player. You couldn’t really determine how it moved. You can just review the CCTV if you want." Until now, he still doubts if I am tel

Dylan’s POV Why would Zayn’s mother want to kill him? That’s a strange scenario to imagine. The more I hear from Shania, the more it gets engrossing. What a right moment to hear these out, especially now that my brain cells are not working."Did she talk about the purpose of why she was planning to assassinate his own son?" "Believe me or not, we are not going deeper into that kind of conversation, Mr. Dylan. She is strictly maintaining an equal atmosphere between the two of us. I think, she is not also on the side of giving information about it. I was just there to listen to her plan and take action on it." She has a point. Why would a mastermind explain everything to her assistant? Although there is one question that remains unsolved in my mind, I will not have any chances to speak with her, unless my brain cooperates. Eagerness to attain an idea sometimes enhances the way I think. That is, why did mom’s Zayn specifically choose Shania as the hitman of her plan? I mean, Shania is

Dylan’s POVBecause of desperation, I did not know what portion of my thoughts influenced me to meet up with Eleanor’s half-sister. I am not even sure if she truly is the person behind the call that we have, but instead of getting nearer to Zayn’s mom's house, I decided to attend this instead.Maybe I can obtain greater results by being the henchman of Eleanor’s half-sister than Zayn’s mom. As I walked on the park where she told us to meet, I already saw her figure waiting in the midst of the green short grass on the ground. I looked around to see if someone is with her, but she came here all by herself. I have a lesser idea about the backstory of her relationship with Eleanor, but I am sure that she wants something I also aspire to have. "Ava, right?" I tapped her right shoulder, and as she faced me, I saw a resemblance to Eleanor’s facial features. Now, I do believe that she is Eleanor’s sister, without scattering doubts. Although, Eleanor is still the more gorgeous one for me. "