"All right, you can fuck off now!" Jaxon brushed her off after knowing he could have ice cream all day.
'What an ungrateful man who seems to have no inkling of how to say thank you!' Veronica sulked to the left.
Uriel had already set up the car outside with Morgan, so she wouldn't have to venture out of the woodland. When Veronica got inside the vehicle, the driver took off right away. She looked back, and the splendid castle was growing farther and further out in her vision, praying she wouldn't return here.
Goodbye, Alpha Jaxon.
Goodbye, nightmare.
After a few hours of the trip, the driver dropped her off to the house which Jaxon had given her. She knew right away that she can't really get away.
"I'll drop you off here now, Luna." The driver said.
Veronica didn't answer anymore and started to walk, afraid that Jaxon would change his mind and ask her back.
As she watched that the car had already left, she experienced the feeling of rebirth as she looked out the window at the bustle and buzzing passersby. Because of memory lost, she had forgotten how busy the outside world was. Plus the fact that she was caged by that fiend for so long.
"Veronica."
As she walked, a voice with a tint of displeasure suddenly sounded before her. She raised her head and saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom extended version slowly parked in front of her. When the car window was open, a man was sitting in it. He was leaning on the car window with one hand, wearing a fancy light-colored casual suit. Under his short light brown hair has a fair and sharp-featured face, straight nose, monoid eyes, and sexy lips.
"Veron..." She quietly called.
"Daddy Veron...!" Morgan called but Veronica quickly stopped him and hid him behind her back.
Veron's eyes went down to Veronica's back but it remained icy.
Unlike Jaxon's evil handsomeness, Veron has a feminine air. Veronica's heart thumped, and she unexpectedly ran into him with her instinct. However, Veron's disgusting eyes were like a slap on her face. She stood motionless like a stone statue. While the man sat in the car and looked at her with a sneer, "You said he was hurting you. Well, why did he not kill you?"
Veronica had the illusion that everything had changed when listening to his voice again. Perhaps, it was because she had died once.
"Why don't you speak? Don't you know how to explain your lies?" Veron mocked and laughed at her, "Or I can teach you. You can say you run away from him employing your intelligence and wisdom."
Veronica stared fixedly at his face and remained silent. She knew it was useless to explain anything at this time since he wouldn't believe it. The man who helped her was now despising her for unexplainable reason. She can't see the man who is warm and ready to help her like what Morgan described.
"Are you at a loss for words, Veronica?" Veron made a sarcastic grimace on his feminine face as he gawked at her.
“...” Veronica fixed her eyes on him. ‘What is this? My heart is tight. I can't breathe.' Her heart bled, but she resumed talking to herself to ease the pain. 'I assumed that werewolves who had died before would not be affected by heartbreak, yet his words made me weak.'
'Perhaps the Moon Goddess made my destiny to be like this because there's something great that will soon happen.' She convinced herself.
"Drive. Staying here made me feel disgusted." He didn't say anything further after revealing her hypocritical disguise, except to tell the driver to depart.
Veron was going to lock the window on the luxury car when he finally heard Veronica's gruff voice, "Do you truly hate me that much?"
Veron's body jolted because of her raspy voice or words. He turned his feminine and gorgeous face to stare at her and hissed, "What sort of expressions do you think I should have? With a beaming smile on my face, to a woman who wants to bug me all day?"
Veronica had been bothering him since she had recovered from coma and learning all his help. But the fact that he was also Helene's brother made it difficult for her. But even so, she still secretly phone or write him a letter to bother him.
Can such a lady not be irritable?
Veron would have dispatched someone to deal with her if it hadn't been for Morgan's sake. Veronica didn't dare to peek straight into his disgusting eyes.
"Don't worry, that won't happen again." Her tone was quiet but strangely forceful, and she bowed her head slightly.
"Do you think I'll believe in you? You’ve been bothering me for months now.”
"My initial goal was for you to help me recall everything that happen "that day." Seeking your hand gives me hope to learn more about my pack because Jaxon doesn't allow me." She paused and gasped for air, "But now, I'll give up in advance."
In truth, she has been humiliated by him on several calls, and she has urged herself to quit each time. Nonetheless, she can't stop herself. She also tried asking the other betas and omegas on the mansion but their mouth are all sealed. All she received is cold treatment, only Uriel treat her fair.
She knew she couldn't give up completely, but this time she meant it. Maybe she should be thankful to Jaxon for allowing her to come here, so she can see Veron personally. At Jaxon's house, when Veron told her on the phone that she should stop calling because she doesn't want to be involve with her, she finally realized that he really can't help her. Veron is now merely Helene's brother and Alpha King's son.
Hearing this, Veron retorted, "Then should I thank you?" His tone was cold and harsh.
'Does he have to hurt me like this?' Veronica's eyes were parched. She gently lifted her head to stare at the man in the vehicle for a long time, saying with all her power, "Prince, I've put in a lot of effort over the last month. And don't worry, my mind is really set not to bother you anymore."
"That's good. Because Jaxon is the least of the individual I want to fight. Your Alpha can be eaten by madness and so I have no power yet to counter it," Veron spoke out right away.
"Really? Then... I'm going," Veronica said wryly.
Jaxon... Jaxon... Jaxon.
'All of their lives are depend on him. What's so great with that man?'
She couldn't remain any longer, so she turned around and moved ahead, step by step, as a blast of wind came through the busy streets, rolled up her skirt, and blew her long hair into the sky.