***Scarlett*** I’ve been a fool. Never have I ever thought my life will be ruined before I even started living it…now, I was crushed in every possible way by my own mate; emotionally, mentally, socially, name it! Being tied to this chair with silver chains was the only thing stopping me from ripping Dina’s throat out. How could she? She killed my father…I once had this thought. I knew my father couldn’t be killed so easily without the help of an outsider. It’s heartbreaking to discover that the killing was carried out by those he trusted and called family. Not strangers. I never trusted Dina! Not even for a second. Finally, she’s shown me who she really is. It looked like it’s been her plan for a long time now. She and Evans were both shameless to even kiss right in front of me. It makes perfect sense now. He told me his relationship with Dina was business. She helped Evans take my father out. But why? For what reason would Dina destroy her marriage by killing her own mate. I co

***Bryan*** I don’t need to…no I need to. These rants kept on ticking in my head, like a clock. I watched Evans and the others leave the forest. I shifted and picked up my phone to call Max. He answered on the first ring. “What’s up? How did it go?” “I need your help, Max.” “Wait a minute. Were you caught?” he asked. “That’s not it. I couldn’t go through with the plan. Something came up.” I answered impatiently. “Max I need you to come toward the Port. The untarred short cut that leads to the port. I'll be waiting. And please bring some shovels and drag Adam here too.” “What’s going on? Why would you want shovels and Adam?” “Max, save the questions for later. Please tell Adams to get his antidote bag. He shouldn’t leave any antidote behind.” “Ok. We’ll be there in twenty minutes.” “No!” I yelled. “Please be here as fast as you can. She only has about twenty-five more minutes.” I looked at the time on my screen. “Who is—” “Max. Damn it!” I yelled, stoping him from asking mo

***Bryan*** “I’m not interested,” I blurted out. It was a very mouthwatering offer. But I’m not crazy to take her to my pack. The only person that may not tear to pieces was her friend Lois. Lois strongly believed that Scarlett's pack are innocent. She held onto my clothes tightly. “Please…I know you want to take him down for what he did to you.” she sobbed, her hands shaking. “I want to crush him. Wreck him until he wishes he were dead.” “What you’re asking for is suicide," I whispered. "My pack would capture and hang you the moment they set eyes on you. Max here alrady wants to skin you alive.” “I know but that’s my best bet.” Droplets of tears made way to the ground. I couldn’t resist feeling sorry for her. There was something that was pulling me towards Scarlett despite knowing who she really was. It was impossible to hate her no matter how I tried. I was only acting like I did, but that wasn’t what I truly felt inside. “I want to remain dead to Evans,” she revealed. “How

***Bryan*** The receptionist told me Scarlett hadn’t stepped out since we booked in. She’s a nice woman who had agreed to carry out some favors for me. I asked her to make sure Scarlett got what she needs. Gave her some money to help get Scarlett some clothes too. Now, I was shocked, seeing how Scarlett gripped a man while he held on to her shoulder. I felt like walking over to them yanking her away from him. She didn’t know who this man was and he was drunk. How could she be so careless? I was about to shut the door in his face, when he muttered. “You’ve… changed. But ...I can smell you, Bryan Haaland.” My heart dropped to my stomach. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I was quick to recover from the shock because few seconds after spewing that nonsense from his mouth, I shut the door. No one other than Alpha Westby and Max knew that I'm Bryan Haaland. Who was he? And how did he know that? Lois was staring at the door. “What did that man just say? He called you Br

***Bryan*** Scarlett moved to Lois’ apartment. The plan is for her to be in a safe place until the storm settles. No one is supposed to know she’s alive. If Evans get an idea that Scarlett isn’t dead, then we might never be able to get our revenge. I’ve been observing Scarlett lately. The way she stares at me. It’s different. I know she feels drawn to me too. I always sense her happy wolf at the surface. However, I’m concerned because I can smell her anxiety as well. It’s like she wants to tell me something but she is holding back. I might not have been able to control my desire with Scarlett even after what her father did or her husband, Evans. I tried to but I find myself wanting her more. She was only unfortunate to have Alpha Ashley Anderson as her father. I was blinded by rage, it's why I wanted to get her laid and kill her after. The night I brought her to the hotel, at some point I stopped to asked myself if Scarlett deserve to suffer for what her father did. We had an a