Alexander's POV...I hated the fact that we had just quarreled over something as irrelevant and baseless as this. When I came back from work and was informed she wasn't back from her visit with Ben, I was agitated, but I also found out that she had gone to see her sister and became a bit relaxed. It wasn't like I was particularly jealous of Ben, but I don't know why she would still love him after all he had put her through. Was she being naive, or was she purposely blinding herself to the truth, which was glaring to anyone who would even bother to see it?But she chose not to see it. She was still naive, weak, and blinded to the fact that Ben used her and never loved her. But what I truly wanted to know was why Ben married her.I have had conversations with Ben, and he had never had any relationship with any humans, so when I heard he had secretly gotten married to a woman who didn't have a wolf, I questioned his choice.He had told me that the moon goddess had revealed her to him, bu

Alexander's POV...I woke up early in the morning to the ray of the sun reflecting in my eyes. This must have been one of the most uncomfortable sleep I have had in quite a long time. I was about to stand up when I quickly recalled that I was supposed to be crippled."Good Morning," a familiar voice sang as I was still trying to shake myself back to reality.I looked in the direction of the now opened window blinds, and Caleb was standing there, already dressed with one of his renowned smiles on his face."When I saw Edwina heading down here as I was going back to my room, I thought you two would have made up, and you wouldn't have to sleep on that uncomfortable couch." There was this slight tone that I could tell he was teasing me, but it was too early to get humorous for me. My back is still suffering from the pain caused by the couch. This couch wasn't designed for a six-foot, four inches tall man to sleep on."Well I messed it up again and this time I am not sure she will kiss me

Edwina's POV...I took a sip from the glass of water in my hands as I made my way through the stairs and in the direction of the room. Just at the top of the stairs, a particular painting caught my attention, and I paused in my steps to observe it. It was one of those paintings that depicted what looked to be a village, and I smiled the moment I caught sight of the little children that were hurdled in the corner, playing. It occurred to me that this was a staircase I passed through almost every time. It was the only way that I could go up or down this house, so it was pretty obvious that I used the stairs a lot. Yet, this was the first time that I was actually noticing the painting. It wasn't like it had not been there for a long time. It was just the fact that I never paid any attention to it. I went up and down these stairs every day, and it was like I had never even seen the painting. And it made me wonder about what other things I hadn't seen in this large house. There were pl

Alexander's POV..."Pack our clothes now. We are going back," I yelled at Edwina, who was perplexed by my sudden change in reaction."Why, what happened?" She asked."I said pack our clothes now! We are going back." This time, I commanded her."I need to know why you are cutting our honeymoon and why was I the settlement deal?"Fuck!!! I exclaimed, scratching my hair. I always do that when I am agitated. Why can't this woman just listen to me and understand we don't have time for a long explanation? We were running out of time."Did you demand an explanation when you decided to keep such a crucial piece of information to yourself?" I blurted out and regretted it as soon as the words were out. She didn't utter a word and moved immediately to the room and began throwing the clothes in the bag. We had not gotten much time to unpack when we came in here."I am sorry, I didn't mean it that way," I called after her."Yes, you did, " she replied back briefly and started zipping the bags. She

Edwina's POV...I know the only reason Xander wasn't blowing up at me was that he had promised me he wasn't going to get angry at me, but I could see, with every fiber of being in him, that he was mad at me. I could have prevented all this; I could not have let Ben escape if I had only told them the day he had told me. Now we have a fucking walking, living, breathing problem in our hands, and that was the most catastrophic thing I could think of right now.I was gazing through the window of the see-through glass as I saw him talking with Caleb, he was downstairs, and I stood on the balcony surrounded by pink flowers upstairs. He was strong from left to right, and you could tell from all his facial expressions and indication that he was super agitated and perplexed about what to do. I was also.I knew this wasn't the right time to start casting blame on anyone, but apart from Ben, who was foolish enough to escape, again, I blame myself. Maybe I was too naive and indeed a good person. O