ADDAMS

I called the pilot who took the helicopter and we flew to the island.
He left me and went. I was just alone.

I didn't care about whatever would happen, I knew I would receive some physical damage maybe some which would lead me to trespass.

However, I wanted even if it was the last thing I would do, to hit him, to make him pay for what she had lived.

I didn't consider him as my father for so long now, I had pissed him off my mind. He would pay.

Whitney was in Brazil.
I forced myself to believe it, I wanted to believe she hadn't followed me. I didn't want to worry myself with a lot of concern.

She promised to remain there, everything I did was for her own sake.

I was now waiting there for his arrival, I knew he would come.

Led by anger as he was, he couldn't fight against this hunger for avenge, and it would be the cause of his failure.

Every sentiment at his paroxysmal leads to failure. Every excess is harmful.

His craving for wealth led him to this greediness which guide him to all this homicide he committed.

Wealth, glory, and authority are a sentiment common to every existence though when it becomes an obsession, it leads to the destruction of our sibling.

That was where he started falling, He didn't know how to master how to guide all these desires burning him.

He had to pay now.

I hoped the police to be there at the time, cause I don't think to be able to fight against the whole pack.

It was hyperbole to talk of the whole pack, surely he wouldn't come with everyone though he wouldn't be alone.

Time passed and it was already 9 pm on the watch. He wasn't yet come, my brain was claiming a slumber and the blow of wind was cradling me.

I went into the living room and led myself to the sofa. I was waiting for too long now, maybe he would come the next day.

Maybe he was exhausted from the journey and needed rest for himself and those with him to gain more strength.

I needed to do the same, there would be no place for mercy when it would start.

I closed my eyes and fell into a little snooze, It hadn't been for so long, I heard a noise, a deafening one.

It was for a helicopter, by the sound it could have around three helicopters.

I stood from the couch, rushing outside and it was them.

I sighed and headed forward, they were around twenty men standing here, everyone in the rain.

The moment was epic, seeing him gave me more rage than I thought I already felt.

"Where is she?" Armand blurted sternly, as his feet touched the ground

"You have nothing to deal with her," I said back as sternly as he spoke to me.

"I just want to know first why she acted like that with me"

"Why did she steal those documents? why precisely those?" he asked

He wasn't yet aware of Whitney's true identity.

He didn't know she was the daughter of the family he had killed fifteen years ago.

"Just tell me where I can find her and everything will be good for you" he lowered his voice, though, it was always filled with animosity.

I laughed, this man...Was he kidding me?

Did he hope I would tell him something about her? He was fucking crazy.

"If not will you kill me?" I asked making a step forward, I stopped halfway from him.

"It is an option" He replied, removing his suit.
I was mentally ready to face up to him.

Though I must reveal which kind of beta he had at his side, I must gain more time and the only option I wisely found, was to create trouble in his camp.

"You are used to killing, and you can be proud of you. You know how to play the role of the innocent"

"Who could have thought you were the murderer of Mrs.Lucas?" At these words, I looked at him frowning in misunderstanding. He didn't know I was aware of this crime.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned with a sense of fear in his glance.

"You can ask your Beta, Mr. Petterson" I blurted, stressing his name which made Armand face Petterson's countenance which was already paled with panic.

Petterson looked at me and certainly, he understood Whitney had already told me everything about him.

Before, he could open his mouth to argue, I put on the voice note Whitney had recorded.

He silently listened to everything which was said. I could be proud of myself for having been so wise to transfer this voice into my phone. After this, I would need some praise.

"What the hell is that?" he angrily turned to look at Petterson.

He was shifting into his wolf shape. He was mad at him, there was nothing that would help him now from his anger.

"Calm down Alpha, look at his little game, he tries to make us stand against each other. please" He pleaded and almost succeed in appeasing him until I opened my mouth again.

"And who told her where to find all these documents and the secret room?" I added the fuel to this fire ready to consume Petterson alive.

At this question, Petterson stuttered by fear, unable to answer faster to dissimilate the suspicion burdened on him.

"All of this is just a trick Alpha. Don't fall in..." Armand pierced his chest with his hand, without living the opportunity to explain something.

"I now understand everything" he spoke.

It seemed he had suspected him for so long now, maybe his gesture during Whitney's presence there has been doubtful.

Without remorse, he killed him, in his wolf appearance. I peered at this immense wolf standing there, no wonder why he was the Alpha.

Anyway, he would be defeated.

I wanted so badly to see him pay for what he did, though, I didn't think seeing him lose his life would be so pitiful.

I had mercy for him, even if he didn't deserve any.
Hell...

"Now tell me. Why has she stolen those documents, why precisely those?" his husky wolf voice thundered

"It seems you are aware of some precious secret."

"You talk about the document concerning her family you killed fifteen years ago?"

"The way you had forced her father to sign this fucking document?" I expressed.

I looked at him, his eyes wide open, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe she was Parker's daughter.