CHARLENE'S POVAfter a while, I saw Cassy rushing towards where Dad and I were. She talked to Dad privately again, and when they finished talking, she asked me. "Charlene, it's not that I'm interfering in your life and what happened to you before, can I know the whole incident?""About what?""You and Jaxton..."I glanced at Dad to ask for his permission, but in my glance I already knew what he wanted to say. I nodded at him and returned my attention to Cassy. I sighed before speaking. "A brief summary of my story goes on when I was pregnant with my first born, having my mate, Vicious Shadow Pack's Alpha, Jaxton as the father. However, he believed that someone else got me impregnated, especially when he saw with his own eyes how I was sleeping together with a man.""Oh really? And then…" "Me and Jaxton started off as childhood lovers, but because of the supposed 'cheating incident', I was ordered by Alpha Jaxton to abort the child I'm carrying, even if he'd end up getting punished

CHARLENE'S POVAfter a year… I successfully graduated from Snow Academy, but I wasn't chosen by any of the pack's alphas. Thus, I got forced to participate in an auction where I would be bought by Delta Niccolo of the Scarlet Edge Pack. I was treated like a slave, which made Beta Xavier furious. Even as a human, he still fell for me in this second life of mine. This simply shows his faithfulness. He trained me to the fullest until the other packs decided to have me for their own benefit. With Beta Xavier's refusal, this created some sort of battle against one another.They all began killing each other off until it was over with Beta Xavier taking care of all the loose ends. It was just him and I. We were inseparable… until he told me what I had done for him. My actions caused a war between them both… and I ended up being killed in my sleep. This is probably why I am now living in the woods with Beta Xavier, who has been trying his best to help me regain some control over myself sinc

CHARLENE'S POV"Because–" he pauses, holding me closer. "B–because of her…" he sighs. I pull back and stare at him in disbelief. "She? You're talking about that girl? What did she ever do to make you hate her so much?" "I–I…" He frowns down at the ground, and his brows furrowed in frustration. "You said you wouldn't tell me who that was. I thought you trusted me!" I mutter. "Well I don't trust her," he growls quietly, turning to face me again with a scowl on his face. "So don't ask me anything else." Xavier stares down at me for a long moment, his gaze piercing through my soul. I look down at the ground in guilt as my tears start flowing faster. "I'm sorry!" I whisper, wiping them away with the back of my hand. He steps closer and takes my face in his hands, raising my face upwards so I have no choice but to look into his eyes. "I know." He sighs. "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't mean to snap at you." "Oh." I look up at him, and there is a pleading look in my eyes, as t

CHARLENE'S POVI knew he wasn't going to be gone long. A little while later, however, I heard him enter the room again. "Charlene," he said quietly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Are you awake?" I opened my eyes and looked at him. I was wearing one of his t-shirts, and he was standing over me. I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, yeah, I'm awake." His eyes were so beautiful. I leaned forward slightly and brushed our lips together gently. It took us both by surprise, because we hadn't expected such tenderness out of either of us, given our friendship. But once I registered the warmth of his kiss, I relaxed, leaning into it slowly. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close. He kissed me deeply, and it made me feel dizzy. My brain short circuited a bit from the feeling. I moaned softly and kissed him back, trying to get closer, but Xavier kept pulling away and breaking away the kiss. He rested his forehead against mine. After a minute, he whispered, "It's okay. Go back to sleep."

CHARLENE'S POVMy heart started beating faster as I imagined what it would feel like if I kissed him. But I didn't want to get too involved. Maybe even after I won it. I knew he loved me, but how much more? And now I was going home. It all felt so unreal. This was all happening, it couldn't just be a dream. But why did he look like someone who'd seen some terrible tragedy, like that boy who got killed in the street and was still buried in the cemetery? That kind of expression looked nothing like that guy's smile. Maybe it was because I didn't know him well enough for him not to have changed? But there was no time to ponder the mystery of that mysterious boy's past. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud clatter downstairs. I jumped up in horror, but realized I hadn't locked the front door. It seemed Xavier didn't bother locking it when he walked out of my room. Well, I could fix that problem soon. I rushed down the stairs only to see Xavier standing frozen in the kitchen. There was