Author's POVDeclan held his head like he was in some sort of unexplainable pain. His eyes kept darting around the room as the followed Leila's movement. He hates it when she prances around with no caution. Leila had barged in on him in the early hours of the morning when he was barely out of bed, to rant about something his ears weren't really catching. “Can you tone down your movement Leila, it's making me feel dizzy." He saidLeila glared hard at me, ignoring him as she kept on. Her eyes kept searching her screen for a return message from Kira. It worried Leila that Kira might be slipping out of her hands due to the misunderstanding they had over Carl. “I really hope Kira isn't having a second thought about trusting me.” She mutteredDeclan sucked his teeth, “you still haven't told me what went down exactly and why you are so hell-bent on eliminating your mother's stepson.”She turned her back against him to enable her catch her breath. Leila couldn't tell it to Declan what the

Xander's POVI have never seen someone so excited to host strangers before, Amanda had prepared a feast and I almost thought she had been expecting our arrival. “She does this everyday, ends up giving the neighbors due to excess leftovers.” Rosa had whispered to me.Smiling lightly in response, I kept a bit of a distance between us. Kira's hawk eyes were practically following my every move. She would have my head if I keep being too friendly with Rosa. It was funny, though, I didn't expect her to act so jealous. It felt good at the same time, knowing she is quite possessive of me. “Please, come sit.” Amanda beckoned to us. She looks like someone in her late seventies, but you wouldn't know because of how she carries herself. Her gait is a rare factor in she wolves of her age. My belly roared in delight at the mouthwatering meals on the table. Amanda clapped, beaming in delight, “its been so long I had guests in the house. It feels so good seeing new faces. I won't have to be saddl

Kira's POVIt's been two days since we returned from the crescent pack and discovered the chilling secrets of our fathers. Xander seems to be much more disappointed because his father was a major culprit. Somehow, I can't seem to dispute the fact that Leila's father had acted beastly while growing up. She looks just like him. The past days have rolled past like a soccer ball on the field, I hardly ever get out of bed unless I intend to pee, and I haven't been eating well too. I reached out for my phone to check the screen if I missed any calls or had any unread message.I had ten missed calls from Declan and only one message was from Carl, nothing came from Xander. I have been meaning to talk to him, but he obviously doesn't want to talk. Even when I called Miguel to ask if Xander had been to the bar. I was told he hadn't since we returned. Unfortunately, there is no way I can get to see him without getting caught. I groaned inwardly, feeling suffocated. He needs me and I know it if

Author's POVAriana inhaled deeply while staring at the papers in front of her. She didn't know how deep in debt Jesse was and how much Elizabeth had, had him roped in. She feels nothing except disappointment in her ex-husband for letting all of his handwork to go down the drain. It hurts Ariana more when the realization of her not getting justice for Carl begins to set in. They have been around for close to three months and nothing has changed yet. They are still back where they started. And for days she has been feeling heavy and worried, almost like something was about to happen. Her hands shook when she lifted the glass of water in front of her. Carl held the bottom of the glass to hold it still. Using his other free hand to pat her back. Ariana stared up at him, feeling guilty, Carl had been stuck In the house for a week all because of her.Ariana hasn't been feeling too well, causing her to require more attention than usual. Jesse and Leila wouldn't pay her any mind. Carl had

Author's POVRage filled Carl's being as he paced his room. Leila must think he is just like everybody else that she can trample upon. His days of being a tyrant weren't exactly over yet. It had been a long while, but still doesn't mean he can't pick it back up. Somehow, Carl had been growing impatient with the thought of leaving. He was only stalling because of Ariana and his intention to beg her to cone along with him. However, judging by Leila's childish reaction to their sexual spree. He wouldn't back down so easily until he teaches her a lesson. At the same time, nothing seems to appear like a right punishment for such grievous offense Leila intends to commit. The mere thought of her name made him angrier. His eyes watered at how his life would have been cut short if Ariana wasn't sick. And he would have stepped right into the lion's den. Carl ruffled his hair, pulling at it. Steadying himself on the edge of the bed, he held his head with both of his hands, brooding. Ariana k