Harold Vesper & Belinda Sharwin

"How long will you hold onto her, Harold? It's been ages and ages, she's already dead!" screamed a lady in frustration.

A devastatingly handsome guy with light brown eyes sat by the table with a half-drunk bottle of alcohol standing before him. The first two buttons of his shirt open, exposing his smooth muscular chest and his brown hair bangs partly covering his eyes made him look more dishevelled. Nonetheless, it didn't diminish his captivating looks.

" She's still alive, I know it," Harold said, raising his eyes to face the woman before him.

Hearing this, the female gritted her teeth, "Harold, you're my mate. What about me? Why can't you stop thinking about the dead?"

'But I also love you so much,' were the swallowed words that remained unsaid.

"SHE. IS. ALIVE!" Harold bellowed, anger and frustration seethed through his eyes.

The lady clenched her hands so hard and briskly exited the room with a hurt look. Belinda Sharwin had been Harold Vesper's second mate. However, their marriage was out of convenience to benefit their werewolf pack, Royals.

He was forced by his Father who'd been the Alpha of the pack at that time. Despite the devastation of the loss of his mate, Harold did his responsibilities as an Alpha. Though as days passed by, his depression increased.

Thinking of the past, Harold gulped down the liquor directly from the bottle. The pain he felt in his heart was still fresh. When he saw her with a new male partner, more in a compromising position, his heart ached in pain and longing. Her appearance once again ignited a feeling of longing that he only felt for her. He was sure that she was the one and she looked happy with someone else. From far his wolf could smell her scent, an unforgettable and distinct scent that only belonged to her.

'Hardie, the stars look so beautiful tonight, don't you think so?' He recalled her voice.

He loved her so much that he'd do anything for her. However, their interracial conflicts didn't allow them to be together.

'I regret meeting you, Harold,' he remembered her last words before she disappeared from his life.

"Did she seriously regret everything?" He mumbled out loud, his shoulders shaking as he hiccupped.

The now empty bottle of liquor lay on the table rolling back and forth. He'd drowned himself in sorrow and loneliness. For a werewolf to forget his mate and first love, it wasn't easy and to some of them, it'd take a long time.

It became a love curse that haunted his dreams and even in reality. He wished for her to come back, wished for their life to go back to it was but which dandelion would handle such big wishes?

If this was a punishment from the Moon Goddess then it was enough already. He was tired of living like a lifeless doll. She didn't let him explain but what would he have said?

That their conflicts won't stop their love? After witnessing the murder, would she even believe him? He already had the answers to all his questions but he still didn't want to believe that the affection she had for him had ended.

Maybe it did not but she'd no longer trust him again.

Harold didn't know when it happened but in the end, he fell asleep on the large sofa. Unbeknownst to him, a silhouette watched him in a certain corridor. It was Belinda, his current mate.

She'd been trying to hold onto their marriage but it was still the same story. Harold still bore feelings for his past mate. What about her then? She also loved him so much but does he care even? It saddens her to see Harold like this. She didn't want her life to be like this but it was already miserable.

Belinda slowly advanced towards the couch where her husband had dozed off with a blanket and a pillow. It's not a lie, he had captivating looks that hooked her since their first meeting. However, at that time he already had a mate, Asari.

That night she cried to herself thinking about how she was mated to someone who already had a lover. When she heard of the death of his mate, she took the chance to occupy the gap, hoping to heal him and make him fall in love with her. But she met an already wounded soul - one that was cold and not easy to melt Harold.

He was not the one she saw at that time who smiled or chuckled even though these weren't directed at her, she still felt happy. She watched him drinking alcohol endlessly and never have they consummated their marriage.

"It's just a convenient union," were his cold and brutal words to her.

Belinda wanted to ask for a divorce but would her greedy parents and siblings even let it be? What sin did she commit to deserve all this? If the moon Goddess still exists let her change her miserable fate. She was almost giving up but every time she see his miserable appearance, sadness would mare her face.

Belinda was an illegitimate child born out of a wolf and a human couple. Her mother had been a wolf and her father a human. When her father died, her mother remarried and from then on she stopped caring for her. For a moment, she wondered whether the care was an illusion.

Belinda gently brushed away his hair revealing his full face. Every part of his face whispered seduction to her. She just couldn't get enough of him- she concluded that she still had no courage to leave him.

Not yet…

Propping a gentle kiss on his eyes and forehead, Belinda draped a blanket over him and adjusted his head onto the pillow. After then, she stood up and left. This has been the daily routine for years but her patience hadn't faded yet.

Unknown to her, a load of problems awaited her to be solved. Would her love fuel her patience? Only time would tell.