Xander's POV“How could you suggest such horrible advice."? Miguel stared hard at me.I spread out my hand, shrugging. “I thought that was the best thing to do. Why are you giving me the bad eye?” Huffing, he pulled a chair to sit in. My big mouth couldn't stay quiet, and I ended up telling Miguel about what Carl and I had discussed. Here I was thinking he would applaud me for a job weldone. Instead, he has been rebuking me for hours. “Xander what if he does something bad to her?” Miguel asked, looking worried. I worry about how soft at heart Miguel Is, I don't know how he intends to survive this cruel world with such sweetness. “You keep sounding like this said lady is a saint, you do know how horrible of a person she is.” I reminded him. He smacked his lips, “it would be wrong if Carl acts just as petty as her.”“I don't think you listened to anything that I have been saying all day. Leila is plotting to kill Carl, how else do you think he was supposed to handle the situation?

Xander's POVI woke up in a sore mood and despite trying to make the day start on a good note. Elizabeth decided to pick today to torment me. I still wasn't over the doubtful look Kira had in her eyes when I asked how she really feels about me.It's an undeniable fact that I am in love with her, and it kills me to think that she never felt any form of affection towards me. And all those times that I thought she was actually feeling the same way as I was and had gone to sleep feeling loved. It didn't occur to me that her wolf was doing all of that. I shouldn't be surprised at Kira's attitude, considering how self-centered she was from the beginning. This second life she has been chanced to live is the only reason she appears quite humble. Each realization pierced hard at my chest, I am so not forgiving her soon.Elizabeth had sent one of the maids to call for me this early. I really don't want to see her or that rat faced son of hers. At the same time, I don't want to be involved in a

Kira's POVI sniffed loudly into the tissue, wiping at it, my entire nose and cheek got stained with mucus. It only triggered another bout of tears and I let them out freely. Amber sat on the couch in front of me with a disapproving look on her face. “you cry so horribly. Can't you at least cry with some actual style.”I snort out a tear and laughter at the same time, “how does one do that?” “You learn to cry like an English woman, members of the royal court. They hardly shed a tear.”“You have been reading too much of Shakespeare. I am certain they let out this sort of ugly tears in the corners of their rooms.”She rolled her eyes, “whatever, it's enough with those tears. Mum would walk in now and think it's something serious.”I stared at her in disbelief, “how can you demean the cause of my pain as nothing serious?” “Don't be ridiculous, sis, you are only here crying because your ego is too big for you to swallow. Why won't you just call him?” I shrugged my shoulder stubbornly,

Xander's POVI must say, I was beyond surprised when Carl showed up at the bar without any prior notice. Indulging in his presence, Miguel and I sat to drink with until the bar closed out. Carl ended up having too much to drink. And since we were all tired, we crashed in the room kept for days like this at the top of the bar. The space is a big one, and it was used profoundly. I never really had to use the room, but Miguel frequents the place and it looked homely. A large self-contained that could accommodate six people to sleep in if there is any need to. I have a feeling it have just been dad's hiding place from Elizabeth when she makes his life miserable. Considering how she is unaware of the space. I stretched, yawning loudly, searching for my phone next to me, I realized I had slept for a bit too long. It was past ten in the morning. My head ached as I hurried. Miguel walked out of the bathroom, making his way to the open kitchen, you switch off the water heater. “Stop looking

Kira's POVI panted slowly, sitting on the ground while squeezing out the water bottle content like my life depended on it. I had worked myself out a bit too much this morning. Xander and Miguel were having some sort of business meeting, and he had only warmed me up a little before heading back to the office. Initially, I would have acted a bit lazy like my usual self. But I just couldn't find it in me to laze out. My dad had ignited the protective and vicious spirit in me. He was awake now and back to his feet after such long, horrifying months. Instead of staying put, he had jumped on the pack duties and had begun riding around in the same tool that almost took his life. I'm so confused I have no idea what I am to do next, how do I tell him that my friend is plotting against him? I don't know who I can go to for help, I need someone who can convince my dad to keep his head and also help me flip Leila off my back. On a second thought, she shouldn't intend to try anything funny. Co