CHRIS It all feels like a dream, she is here one minute and out the next. All my life, I've spent it alone, defending the lack alone, being a one-man army and a freaking loner. And when Wild Crest pack met its ruins, I lived a little, had fun and women and sex, knowing that I may be the next victim of the cruel soldiers. But then Aaliyah walked back in with her mates to save us. She saved the pack and saved me from loneliness. One thing I can't stop thanking her for. And now? I messed up like I always do. I started this journey of being an alpha with Nikki, She was there at my coronation, right by my side and when I switched to the beast in me, she ran off, but not beyond arm's length. On that cold and crazy night, she gave me her shoulder and her body, and her mind. She gave me every freaking thing! I built this pack from ashes with her help, and her wisdom even though she was no expert. She gave this pack a reason to believe in my dreams and words. She gave me her time and her

CHRIS The journey is longer than expected, perhaps the rider is doing it on purpose to get on my nerves. It's certain, I’m freaking paranoid, a loose ruler and maybe he wants to taste more of my bitterness. “Move this shitty carriage!” I yell through the opening and to the driver. The speed doesn't increase like it should, but it also doesn't remain the same. Just a slight difference, worthy enough to exclude him from being punished further. It takes a long while before the scenery begins to make sense. The pack houses and trees dispersion and landscape. We're in Orlando, alas! I exclaimed to myself. The pressure within me intensifies like an inflated balloon, almost sending my heart to shreds. I won't only be facing Nikki, but the three alphas and worse still, Aaliyah. How the heck can I work my way past the hurdles and moreover, go back to my pack with my mate, their Luna? I sigh. It would have been easier if she had gone to her home and not Aaliyah’s. It won't take a lot of c

MELLISSA For frustrating minutes that seem to drag by, I remain hidden, away from people, and away from my sin. I cover my face thoroughly with my scarf and double my pace. When I am far away from people's eyes, I take to my heels and divert into a small corner. Finding solace in the canopy of trees and shrubs and odd serenity, I begin to sob. My heart throb like hell and I don't fight the hurt and pain and sting. I remain on my butt and cry a river, my head is horribly banging and aching like shit. Crying to my satisfaction, I wipe my wet cheeks with my palms, get off the damp soil, and dust the butt of my dress with the back of my hands. And making sure no one is watching, I take a narrow path that disappears into the wild. Ever since I committed the grave sin against baby Hendrix, our lady, that was nothing but sweet to me and protective about me and to the entire back, I took to hiding. It's more like even though I get what I wanted from the sin, it isn't going to be worth it,

NIKKI I curl up in bed, like it's the safest place to be, and my bed sheet is half soaked with my tears, as I cry and sniff my way through. The banging in my head intensifies, with too much going on, I don't expect less. I thought I had moved on, I can't erase the fact that I despise him for what he did to me, and missed him every now and then, and that's it until he resurfaced. For a moment, I went numb, unsure of how to react. His obstinate self was been dragged out of the main house, as he struggled with the guards, his white dress was blood-stained and his body was bruised. He looked at me, his eyes beckoning to me without a word and I was totally paralysed. A part of me wanted to run to him and keep him warm from our body contacts and nurse him to recovery. And another part gladdens me as I watch him groan in pain. I knew it was Alpha Hudson, it had to be. He had promised to make him pay and he saw to it. I should probably thank him for watching out for me and ask that he do

SHELLY. There's a knock on the door, it's the normal time when Lady Agnes occasionally brings Petian to see me. She knows how obsessed and overly protective I am of her and she tries to ensure that I don't get too agitated. And to be honest, I’m usually expectant of their visit when it's almost time. I leave baby Hendrix in the cot that has now become his and go to get the door. On opening, I’m greeted by the purest smile in the world. Petian is standing by the door, barely reaching the knob as she extended her arms to hug me, so purely."Mama." she stutters, all smiley and smacking her lips together to make this odd childish sound. I blush, and a wave of affection sweeps over me. "Hello, pretty baby.” I squat to her level. “Come to mama.” I embrace her dearly, wrapping her in a bear hug. “I know you've missed her so much.” Lady Agnes teases. "Of course, you know I do.” I still don't take my eyes off the baby as I access her body for marks or scratches or...“Shelly, you would w