Chapter 43

Angela

He’s supposed to be dead. The one man, the only Alpha who called me just like that was dead.

That man was Luke Darkwood. Darius Darkwood’s father. The former Alpha of the pack. The same man who was supposedly dead along with my father and others.

I attended his burial. Didn’t I? I saw his picture lying there along with others.

“Wh-who are you?” I stuttered, finding it hard to believe that it could possibly be him. Even though it’s been five years since I’ve heard his voice, I could never forget it.

The same voice that addressed us every year at the start of school, held meetings in the town hall while my father sneaked me in. The same voice that had dinner with my family on some nights, I could never forget the first voice to tell me I would regret mating with her son.

The same person who came into the house five minutes after Darius left and told me to leave the pack as I should have and never return because I was a disgrace and embarrassment to my parents.

“Are you doubting who I am?”

“Maybe, I replied. I wasn’t listening to ghosts, right? He was really here.

“You know who I am, Angela daughter of Johnson, you shouldn’t doubt it,”

“What if I do? You’re supposed to be dead.”

I

He laughed, the sound of his voice echoing through the room. “Am I now? Was my funeral a befitting one? Did my son at least throw me a nice funeral like he promised?”

I wanted to tell him the funeral was okay but at the same time, I had a lot of questions. “What are you doing here? Did Darius put you here? Does that mean my father is alive too?”

He hissed this time.

“Too many questions, young girl. I’m just an old, weak wolf. Take it easy on me and yes, Darius threw me here.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Why else? Because he wants to take over my pack,”“

He spat with hatred.

him, the fourth, I doubted him but by the fifth, I threw my worries into the

threw his own father into prison

I stopped since the words

I both know Darius was evil since he was a child. Only you saw the light in him and at

where I believed the voice could

1/3

III

Tue, May

Chapter 43

left is Daisy, daughter of

mumbled out a

is still obsessed with him. They are perfect for each

I knew

a strange and deniable feeling

could almost

Funny how I think her darkness

seem to believe that

more heartless than Darius? Maybe the devil could

did he

if he could hear me. I’m not sure why

about.

at

response.

mean this pack. I told you years ago not to ever come back.

hair. Why did I come back here

clamped my lips together. There was no way I was about to tell this man about his grandchild. How would he feel if he heard that? Wouldn’t he feel more terrible about life? Would it give

my mother. Since my father died, it hadn’t been easy on her,” I half

“Ooh,” he replied.

realized I should ask him the question

my father? Is he still

answer. What if Darius imprison my father somewhere as well? Why would he spare my

“Your father…”

could get those words out, hurried footsteps rushed in after the door was thrown open. One by one, I saw the pack’s warriors coming towards my cell room. The door

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255