Emery's POVGetting rid of Arabella's child was easier said than done. If Margaret had been strict about her diet before, it was nothing on what she did now. Every food was prepared in front of her or by her. Everything was carefully supervised because of Arabella's so-called pregnancy sensitivities. And I had to be careful about what I did. I was trying to assassinate the heir to the Lupo-Mortale pack. It was one thing to make sure none of the women in the harem conceived, it was another to murder an unborn but already-formed child. I could trust no one, not even my mother who supplied me with the drug. Any lapse on my side would terminate my life untimely.I was trying to improve the quality of my life and not get myself killed. I paced the length of my room in the harem. A tiny space compared to the expanse that Arabella now occupied. I swallowed the bitter thought and let it harden inside me. An idea occurred to me as if born of my envy. I just had to kill the child in any way p

Alpha Luciano's POVThe thing about life is that when bad things happen you think 'sorry for the person but it can never happen to me'. Things like these didn't happen to people like me. I shouldn't have had to wait on a verdict from a doctor with so much trepidation.It was my fault. All of it. If I had just taken her with me like she'd asked me to then none of this would have happened. If I had stationed a company of guards to protect her instead of giving her so few because I thought it would keep people less suspicious and keep her safe. If I had simply left the fucking party from the start the moment I felt strange. If only, if only, if fucking only. I was filled with regret. I was angry and pained, I wanted to rip someone, anyone apart. There was something fundamentally flawed with me. I had strangled Emery instead of checking in on Arabella's condition first. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear Arabella's voice.Luciano, look at us. We'll be terrible parents...You are one

Alpha Luciano's POV"I think it's high time you killed Arabella. She has outlived her usefulness. Vitalio has been declawed and is busy fighting off the government with the last of his cash to keep himself out of jail. We have no use for her anymore."I ignored Uncle Vitalio. He seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed today. He wanted me to kill Arabella now that she was no longer carrying my child. And somehow he felt that I would go with it?I browsed through Mikah's report on the activities of the Creoles. It was too quiet and I had learnt to be wary of the quiet before the storm. "Luciano, I'm speaking to you.""I heard you." I raised my eyes to meet him. "I just don't feel like wasting my time on pointless arguments. Arabella is my property. She will live as I will.""It is not your place to interfere with your Alpha's affairs. We all saw what happens when I let you try it. That's how this entire Creole mess started anyway. So mind your business and find a fucking h

Arabella's POVI hurt all over from the multiple beatings I had taken. My back and my stomach were bruised and I was sure that I had cracked at least one rib. After beating me up on Anastasia's command, they proceeded to dump me in this wooden storage unit. It was musty and smelled like mould. I could hear their conversations going on outside. I had to escape from this place.When I had been depressed about losing my child, I thought a lot about dying. It wasn't like I wanted to end my life. I just wanted the pain to end. But now the last thing I wanted was for my life to end.I never understood how Luciano felt violence and death were the answers to every problem until after finding out that Emery and Anastasia had masterminded my child's death. I was angry. I wanted revenge with a ferocity that bothered me. But first I needed to escape. My hands were still chained in front of me. My legs were free, however. There had to be a plus side to this. I couldn't slam my body against the w

Alpha Luciano's POVArabella was still unconscious and I was losing my mind. Once Mikah was done with his report, I would talk to Uncle Tommaso and go to the hospital. Once I reached there, the doctor would update me on her condition and I would–"Alpha?" Mikah inquired. I startled out of my musing to see Uncle Tommaso and Mikah regarding as though they had been speaking to me for some time.I nearly sighed. I had been spacing out a lot recently. Every time I spent away from Arabella was telling on me. Now I wondered how I had managed to stay disconnected from her for so long. "Yes, Mikah?""What reply do we render?"I nearly growled in frustration. "Be bloody clear, Mikah. Did I tell you I now have the ability to read minds?""I apologise, Alpha." Mikah bowed. "I was speaking of the apology the Creoles have sent to us. They have also withdrawn from our borders. Word has it that they have also been reprimanded by the Espositos for their actions which might have played a role in the