MIA “Balthazar used to go often to meet with someone important. I'm not sure what his name was, but I overheard him referring to someone as the Great Master. I'm not sure who he is, but by the sounds of it, it's like he is some elderly guy that Balthazar took important advice from.” Dominic narrowed his eyes at my response. Christian sat beside me while Arnold sat across from me. We were currently in the pack’s meeting room “Do you know where he used to go? Ever overheard him mentioning the place?” I thought hard about what Christian asked. Trying hard to search in my memory and come across anything like that. But much to my dismay, I didn't.“I'm afraid not. The only thing I remember is that whenever he used to go, he would come back from there at least a day or two later. So I guessed that wherever that place was, it was far enough for him to take so long to return. And for all I know, Balthazar would never leave willingly, having the coven unattended for even a few hours, let alo

MIAA chilling shiver raced down my spine as the dreadful news echoed in my ears, leaving me paralyzed in a state of utter shock and disbelief. For a moment I thought I had misheard. But then she repeated it, clearing any confusion. “Alpha Mathews is your father, Mia.” I couldn't blink, my eyes were fixed on him, as he looked down at his hands in sadness. So he wasn't lying. Why, why was he sad? He didn't want me as his daughter? Why did he throw me away? Why? Why did he come back now? Where was he all those years if he knew I was his daughter. Why didn't he try to find me? “What are you saying, Sylvia? Do you even know—” “She's telling the truth. Like I said earlier, Cassandra was my mate. And you are a carbon copy of her.” Alpha Mathews cut me off as my world shattered. A tear escaped my eye, one that I didn't know was threatening to fall. So all this time, I had a family, a real one. And they knew who I was to them, but they didn't bother letting me know. Wow. I felt Christian’

CHRISTIAN'S POVMy heart churned painfully seeing Mia in this state. It made me want to rip Balthazar apart in peaces. If only he hadn't taken her away and threatened Sylvia with their lives, this wouldn't have been happening and I would have found Mia sooner. In this whole situation, I know, Alpha Matthews was not the one to be blamed. Yet he was ready to take all of it, if it meant having his daughter close to him. I however was not aware of Sylvia being Cassandra's sister. That was news even for me. Dominic had given me a heads up about the whole Alpha Mathews situation. So I knew this was going to unravel sooner or later. But it was still not fair to Mia. Everything that she had been through. But was there anything anyone could do about it all? Not really. All I knew was that I just wanted to be there for her whenever she needed it. And I will hold her when she thinks she is going to fall. She doesn't even know how much she has me wrapped around her fingers. One command from her,

MIA'S POVThe morning sun cast a golden hue over the bustling city as Julia and I stepped into the grandeur of the mall. I had anticipated a casual stroll, perhaps a quick visit to a couple of shops, but Julia had other plans. With a gleam in her eyes and a mischievous grin, she grabbed my arm and declared, "Today, my dear Mia, is all about you!"I protested weakly, knowing Julia's penchant for extravagance, but she brushed aside my concerns with a wave of her hand. "Christian's orders," she chimed, brandishing his credit card with a wink.And so, we embarked on a shopping spree unlike any other. From high-end boutiques to designer stores, Julia insisted on exploring every nook and cranny of the mall. Each time my gaze lingered on an item, Julia swooped in, adding it to our growing pile of purchases.Dresses in every shade of the rainbow, jewelry that sparkled like starlight, shoes that promised to elevate any outfit – they all found their way into our bags, courtesy of Julia's unstop

Mia's PovThroughout the celebration, Christian didn't try to hide the fact that he was practically eye raping me. I constantly felt his burning gaze on my head or my body. The guy even went as far as trading me under the table during the dinner and that obviously made me squeal, which I covered by coughing. But people around us were not stupid. Of course they caught onto what was happening. To be exact, Christian would place his hand on my thigh under the table, giving it a tight squeeze, and start inching it closer to my core until I had to slap it away. I didn't get how he grew so bold in a day. But then again, when was he not bold? He was always the one to make the first move. And I wasn't exactly complaining about it. Anyhow, the night went better than my expectations, the dinner was mouthwatering, the arrangements were on spot, everything made me feel special in a long time. Maybe this was what my heart had craved for some time now. Just some appreciation and acknowledgment. A