“What?!” “You heard me, son.” Francis said with conviction. For the past years, they had not spoken like this. Face to face. As much as Francis would love to spend some time with Ice, his son have developed a very successful strategy of avoiding any possible conversation between them. He knew that Ice hated him and he could not blame the boy for doing so. While he was an adequate and a very good provider, he was absent for most of his son’s life. That was something that money cannot buy and lost time will never be reimbursed. He was so busy serving the people with his profession and he was dedicated to the pack that he didn’t notice the rift that was between him and Ice had turned into a gaping hole over the years. The boy used to adore him. Back in the day, Francis was so eager to finish his shift to spend the remainder of the day with his very pregnant wife. They were looking forward for the boy to complete their little family. Things had turned out pretty bad when Ice’s mother
Ice’s POV:I am not gonna lie. My life might be in turmoil and many may believe that I am a fan of chaos but I am not a liar. Honesty for me is valuable and I have cut off a lot of friends previously because they think it was no big deal for me. Well, obviously, that is straight up bonkers.The very first time in my life that my wits were blown is here. In New Jersey! I refuse to believe that I traveled miles to simply experience a situation that is beyond my control. I love control. I think my tongue literally rolled backwards to my esophagus, my knees wobbled that I had to grip the wooden desk where she was. To be very honest, I have had my fair share of unforgettable moments---but none of them had an impact like this to me, physically and something else that I cannot put my fingers on to.My insides felt like they were tied to a braid so tight that I can barely breath by an invisible force and after doing so, it also managed to light up a fire in the pit of my stomach. A heatles
Allie’s POV:That day that I was pulled out in the classroom where I was taking the big exam along with my classmates and after they made a comical scene when they mistook me for someone else in Mister Atkins’ office---I ran home and I did not mention any of it to my mother. Today was another day of the same mistake. It happened in the library where I was allowed to be alone because it was the rule. I felt stares from other students but they can do nothing inside. It was like a sanctuary for me where they can stare at me but not do anything about it. The only downside was the amount of students waiting outside to either take a good look at me or throw jokes at me, because, like me, half of them was buying the whole royal story while the other half was on my team---we think they had the wrong girl.Nonetheless, it made me visible to the school populace and I do not like it. I was basically invisible, a wall flower, a nobody because of my social standing at school. I was the perfect tr
Barbara’s POV:Candy barged in the moment Allie walked out of our trailer. She is no longer hunched and her body movements, faster and limber. Her cane stood beside her like she had no need for it.With only the two of us around, there was no need indeed.“What?!” I snarled, annoyed that she came in unannounced once more. At times like this, I often wonder if I made the right decision when I left London with her with my pregnant belly. Candy is my cousin and my best friend who is just three years older. The weighed blanket flung to one side of the bed and I stood up. Yes. I could walk, I am not an imbecile and yes, I lied to my daughter but I have my bloody reasons.“They’re here. They’ve found Allie.” Candy did not beat around the bush. She went ahead with the head shot. I froze on my feet. This cannot be happening! Not after all these years! We were careful!The memories of London came flashing back to me like an avalanche.I once belonged to the Red pack. My parents were stable h
Henry Red’s POV:I never married. All my life, I was treated with care, people made me feel that I am fragile when I was younger. My father did not want me around commoners children because he said I have to study well and exercise my authority at a young age. He said I was above them, that I was special and that so much was expected of me. Maybe that was how he was raised. Father was a just man and he is a fair ruler. Even the king and queen would honor his wisdom and even as young child, I have seem the highest royal visit our manor to seek my father’s advice. He is loved dearly for his wisdom and he wanted me to be just like him.But no two persons are the same.I studied hard, I train hard because that was my birthright. My father had raised me even without my mother, she died shortly after I was born and the duke of the Red manor never remarried. I honestly think that he did not want to because he was thinking about me. But it was not the reason why father remained a widower.
“What the f*ck is happening here?” Allie exclaimed, her eyes focused on Barbara’s lower extremities that were functioning all too well.“Language, Allie!”“Seriously? You care about my language but not the fact that I am standing here, staring in full surprise at my mother whom I believe was supposed to be handicapped but it turns out it’s a prank?! I don’t think language is the main problem here!”There was a long silence as Barbara refused to meet her daughter’s eyes. Candy, who was standing by the door when Allie barged in was slowly stepping sideways, tip toeing and hoping that Allie won’t notice herself slithering away.“You are not going anywhere.”“A-allie..” Candy smiled awkwardly, “I don’t have anything to do with this, this is between you and your mother.”“Sit down.”“I have something in the oven.” “I don’t care if your trailer burns down!”Allie was not in the mood for jokes. She was betrayed and she deserves to know every bit of truth about her. Not the ones that were al
Ice saw and heard snippets . He even saw how hurt Allie was and how her mother left the trailer that they call a home in a hurry. He was not able to listen to what led to that and he secretly hoped he came earlier. Whatever they were arguing about could be useful for him. Right now, he would take what ever ammunition he could have as leverage for his mission. The image of fighting offspring and a parent reminded him of himself. His father and Ice had a very rocky relationship. They live under one roof but barely see each other and if they see each other, one was either too tired or in no mood for a small talk. Never the perfect combination. “Parents...hmf...and they want their kids to treat them like they owe them everything.And...that is where they live? That is a terrible place to live!”Ice was raised in a comfortable setting and living in a trailer van made him cringe a little. The heiress was made to live there while she had an entire manor at her disposal! He was well hidden b
Ice’s POVBarbara chugged the bottle of beer like it was water. I have seen a lot of British women drink but this one is hardcore. She was consuming the entire bottle in one go. Even Pierre looked in awe judging by the slightly dropped jaw.I felt him lean in and whisper, “sir, what exactly is going on here? In my opinion, this doesn’t fit in the job description that your father told me about.”I agree with him. First, I was told to baby sit and now I am in a bar that reeked and accompanying a woman who could have been my mother’s age to what---? probably drown her sorrows with the help of the oldest beverage in the book.She frowned at us, I nearly forgot that this woman had just taken down a full grown wolf and left without a scratch or break down a sweat. “I heard you.”Pierre froze. “T-that’s not what I meant.”“Yeah, who are you kids trying to deceive here? I may be as old as your parents but I am mot dumb.” She started to become teary-eyed. “Well, maybe I am. And now my daugh