Eleanor's POVLawrence was missing. When Stella left the ward on that day, I had called him. Being very nervous, Lawrence left the hospital. I didn't know what had happened, but my intuition told me that something wrong must have happened to Stella.I was still in the hospital for my recuperation, because in the attack, my injuries were so severe that the doctor had advised me not to discharge, thus I had to stay here, waiting for Lawrence back.I tried to contact with Lawrence, but he didn't answer my calls. Later, his phone was also off.I called Lawrence's assistant – Mayer, who had told me that Stella had suicided.When I first heard the news, I was completely shocked, siting in the ward, not knowing how to respond to the sudden evil tidings.Mayer had told me that Lawrence was so aggrieved that at first, he refused to take Stella to the funeral home, and even stayed with Stella's body for all night.Until the next morning, the undertakers came to take Stella away. Lawrence did n
Lawrence's POV.I laid Stella to rest in the cemetery in London and sat in front of her headstone for three days before I finally returned to real life.I knew that Stella was no longer going to live. I had lost Stella forever, my only family in the world.No, she was not my only family. Eleanor was also my family. She was my wife, but I didn't know how to face her.Although I told myself countless times in my mind that Stella's death had nothing to do with Eleanor, Eleanor was innocent. It was the damn Beta who cheated on her. She didn't even know that Stella and Logan were married. So I couldn't blame Eleanor for Stella's madness, pain, and suffering, including her death.But I still couldn't convince myself to face Eleanor.At least not now.I knew that Stella resented Eleanor until she died, and she even wanted to drag Eleanor to die with her. I didn't know how to get along with Eleanor, even for the sake of the hatred in Stella's heart. So, I needed to stay calm now and take time
Eleanor's POV.I moved out of the hospital, but Lawrence didn't come home. I was the only one in the large villa.I tried to contact Lawrence, but Lawrence wasn't answering my calls. He told Mayer to tell me that he was fine and that he wanted me not to worry.I knew that he must be in emotional turmoil right now, so he refused to have any contact with me.I could only ask Mayer to take good care of him and then wait for him to come back to this villa.The villa was a bit dirty and dusty because no one was living there. I started to clean the room. Well, maybe this was just a way to calm me down. I had to find something to do to take my mind off the things that were bothering me, like Stella's death and Lawrence's loss.I wanted to keep myself busy and fulfilled in this way. If it was during normal times, I would be happy to do these chores. I enjoyed decorating my home and making it look nice, which gave me a sense of satisfaction and happiness. Unfortunately, nowadays, such a move s
Lawrence's POVLeaving Bristol, I went back to London.I reckoned that I should go see Eleanor, to tell her my feelings and decision. Eleanor had nothing to do with Stella's death. So, I shouldn't have estranged Eleanor indifferently because of my partiality for Stella, which was not fair to her.I should have been responsible for Eleanor because I had forced her to marry me and to have sex with me.Eleanor was my mate. I loved and wanted to protect her, which was the most real and sincere thought in my heart. Even if I had averted her, I still could not deceive myself.On my way out of the airport, getting a call from Eleanor, I decided to answer the phone. "Lawrence..."From her voice, Eleanor seemed to be scared and exhausted. I didn't know what had happened while I was gone.I inquired, "Eleanor, what's wrong? What happened?"It seemed that Eleanor didn't expect me to answer, so she was taken aback in surprise. "No. Lawrence, where are you now?" she said hastily.I spoke, "I ha
Lawrence's POVI was attacked by Logan and the pack of werewolves, who were in large numbers, so I had to be cautious.I didn't understand why Logan had the confidence that he was able to protect Eleanor well from these werewolves after killing me. But one thing could be sure: In Logan's heart, his hatred for me outstripped his worry for Eleanor. Had something happened after I left?I severely wounded several of the werewolves. When Logan assaulted at me, I lifted him up by grabbing his neck.He tried to struggle, which was totally in vain. Soon, Logan was suffocating, tugging at my fingers as if he was trying to get out of my hands.looking at him with disdain and sarcasm in my eyes, I spoke, "See? Logan, you will never be my match." Seeing that I had no intention of releasing him, Logan groped into his pocket, taking out a small fruit knife, and then stabbed it into my arm without any hesitation.My arm bleeding instantly, I had to let go of Logan due to the intense pain. Being unb
Eleanor's POV.Logan left. I looked at Lawrence and was a bit at a loss for words.I didn't know what was wrong. Just now, when I saw Lawrence hurt, I suddenly felt my whole body heat up, as if my whole body was filled with power.It was as if something had awakened from my body. I thought that might be the power of the werewolf.Logan was very desperate. Before he left, he invited me again, "Eleanor, you know that I love you. No matter what happens, there will be a place for you at my side. Please come with me. Lawrence will not give you happiness. Only I can be your other half."Lawrence, however, looked at him and asked, "Logan, as a werewolf, you know what mate stands for."The word "mate" was both a familiar and strange term to me.When I was investigating werewolves before, I had read about it on the internet. They said that some werewolves would have their other half. People who were mates to each other were born destined to become a couple and would develop feelings for each o
Eleanor's POV.Trying to adapt to life as a werewolf didn't seem easy.Just like me now, I could never control my strength, and I was always bothered by the werewolf's overly sensitive sense of hearing and smell.When holding things, I would often crush things because of my overpowering strength. Even when I watered the flowers in the garden, I would accidentally rip the hose and get the water everywhere. And my acute sense of hearing and smell. The sounds around me, including the sound of passers-by gossiping and talking, including the sound of cars honking, bothered me a lot. Even when workers were working to clean the sewer in the distant park, I could clearly smell the stench.I didn't know how Lawrence put up with this, but it just seemed like too much work.Lawrence seemed very normal about it, and did not feel very troubled. He said, "Maybe it's because I've been living like this since I was a kid, so I'm used to it."I couldn't help but exclaim, "It is really hard to be a were
While Lawrence and I were training on how to control the power of the werewolf, I received a phone call from Madison.I felt very guilty when I saw Madison's name. After all, Madison was a hunter. She had no mercy for werewolves, and I was now turning into the person she hated the most.I gestured for Lawrence to keep silent and turned to answer Madison's phone."Madison."Madison's voice came through on the other end of the line, "Hi, Eleanor, how are you?"I hadn't heard a call from Madison since what happened in Bristol. I had no idea what she was doing these days. But, being a hunter... Madison once said that the town we used to live in had a particularly high number of werewolf cases lately.I replied, "I am fine. How about you?"Madison's voice sounded very pleasant. She said, "I'm fine too.""Eleanor, I'm sorry I haven't been able to contact you lately. I think you must be very sad because of what happened to Uncle Peter. And as your friend, I should be there for you at such ti