Been pacing about my room all day, with the hope that I will get my head back on track to do what I should have done a long time ago. I can’t explain how I am feeling now. And what could have triggered it in the first place if it hadn’t been that I read the worst thing found out the truth I have been looking for, or because I feel so betrayed. I can’t tell the exact thing that is making me feel so messed up but I know I’m not feeling too great. It took a single moment of truth for me to be ruined internally, mentally, and emotionally. Everything about my being had been crumbled all day. I still can’t believe I was dumb enough to believe that everything I planned for since coming here would go on so smoothly. And now that it is obvious that it isn’t going well, I can’t get out of here because I’ve been bound to this place in some way. I feel like shit. In short, I am shit. A

“Come in,” my voice wasn’t telling any confidence when I announce that. I’m not sure if I did the right thing by getting armed now, but there was no way to explain who is standing right outside. Whatever the case may be, the fact that I’m as troubled as hell was enough for me to seek protection from the only thing I had for that.   When the door starts to creak open, I take in a silent deep breath to calm my nerves. Did that work? No, because it only made me more nervous than I already was.   Was it a total coincidence seeing the alpha at a time like this? At a time where I found out the truth about myself? I would want to believe it so, but I’ve never had a reason to have a discussion or any of sort with him. The only thing I can believe now is that he has found out who I was and was ready to exterminate me like he did my pack.   Garrett’s father, the alpha, had the usual neutrality on his face as he walks into my room,

<<The second phase of this series begins. Sit back and enjoy.>>   The first phase tells us how Adaliah gets the vengeance she wants and her seeming love triangle with her mate and his ex. The second phase will be an epic showdown of Adaliah’s discovery of her true self and why she is considered a threat in the werewolf society.   *The story is a slow burn so I hope you all can bear with me for it being such a slow paced story. I’m trying not to miss out a point though and if you have any suggestion, please fell free to tell me.

The moment he shut the door behind him, he felt at ease, not minding the fact that he might have disrespected the elders inside the building he had gotten out of. He wasn’t even sure what to exude after his little-like outburst, but he did know he was going through a lot of emotions. He moved back, leaning on the wall. He had to close his eyes, running his hand through his hair to show how frustrated he was. A sigh escaped his lips soon after before he opened his eyes to take in the scenery just below the balcony he was on. The greenery was the major highlight of direct scenery outside the balcony, with his automobile being the only notable sight until he looked far into the distance where there were different buildings. Nothing of the scenery fascinated him so he decided to take off from there, heading down the balcony to get to his automobile which was idle in the pathway. Instead of the side where the driver&rsq

The reflective lights hit my face soon as the door opens, momentarily blinding me. That’s what I get from being kept in the dark for so long. I have to lift my hand to my face to shield my eyes from the reflection that was threatening to weaken my sight in some way. I was weak already, and adding that to it was suicidal too for me. It’s been a while since that door has been opened. A while since I’ve had any chance to get a visit from someone which never has been friendly. Let’s just say I’m almost nearly starved before a meal is brought over to me. That has simply been my cycle. I had to slowly put my hand down to adjust my sight to the light, and even though it took me a little while to perfect it, I eventually do so. The white walls, which was the only thing that I see whenever the door is opened, comes into view. And blocking the path was a figure whose sight I haven’t made out yet.