Michael's pov

　　I never thought I'd lose my sister like this. That day I was focused on the meeting that was going on in the conference room. Dad told me to attend these meetings so that I can understand how a pack functions. It was pretty boring, the elders talking about the economic growth of the pack and shit.

　　I intended to give an excuse and walk out, when I felt someone reaching me through the link in my head. It was Emma, my mate. I had my eyes on her from a very long time, and was fucking exhilarated when she turned out to be fated to me. Rolf was happy too, and we didn't want to waste a second in marking her. I was also the one who helped her learn how to mind link with everyone in the pack. We hadn't used the link to talk to each other as I met her often in the parties that Beta Smith threw to celebrate her birthday.

　　But the first time she used the mind link to talk to me, it was because she had to tell me about my sister's murder.

　　When I saw her dead body, all I could feel was rage and the burning fire of vengeance ignited within me. Ava was not like those siblings who annoyed the hell out of you, and did troublesome things. She was rather understanding, and always calm. Also very sweet, and innocent. I always had this feeling that I have to protect her from the outside world or else she would be tainted with its darkness. She was always there when I needed her, and through her I learned about Emma.

　　Emma used to visit our house often to have sleepovers with Ava, and I couldn't help but stare at her hot ass in shorts. There were times we found each other in the kitchen, and I liked that feisty mouth of hers when she spoke to me. I knew she had a crush on me when she had that subtle blush on her cheeks, and played with her long brown hair while talking to me. But she spoke to me like she did not care.

　　I started to enjoy her presence more, and couldn't stop thinking about her hot body when she intentionally wore tight clothes. It was a trick to seduce me, and it worked. But to think that the same girl will turn out to be the one who'd kill my sister so brutally.

　　Now that I think about it, I have always found Ava's friendship with Emma to be strange. Their personalities did not match, and I had this growing concern that a troublemaker like Emma will tarnish Ava's innocence.

　　And turns out that I was right, but not the way I thought. She killed my sister! Otherwise, how on earth was she the last person to be with her before she died? I initially thought she wasn't the killer, but then we found the evidence in her car. How on earth am I supposed to believe that she has nothing to do with my sister's death?

　　Rolf howls inside me, not liking the way I think about Emma. But he's just a wolf, and acting on his natural instincts on protecting his mate. He tried to take control over me when I rejected Emma in the training grounds. But I didn't let him take over me, and rejected Emma. I had to. I couldn't live with the thought that my mate is my sister's killer.

　　I want to punish her brutally for what she did. How could she kill her best friend? But the Beta told me to wait until Ava's funeral is over. So I gave Emma that time, and walked back into my house.

　　Currently, I am kicking the punchbag in the in-built inside our mansion. I don't know where Emma is, and don't care. Once Ava's funeral ends, I will have her put in the cells and beaten to death.

　　Suddenly, a sharp pain shoots from my neck to my spine. I stumble away from the swinging punching bag, and drop to the floor writhing in pain. Rolf growls, and whimpers as the mating bond snaps. Emma. She accepted my rejection. She really did it.

　　It takes me a moment to accept it. I did not expect her to accept my rejection so quickly. How can she just accept it?

　　I expected her to shed crocodile tears, and beg me to take her back. But it looks like she is fine with the fact that we are unmated.

　　Anger boils in my veins, and instead of the punching bag, I kick the wall behind it. A crack forms on the area of the plaster which connected with my foot. Why do I feel so frustrated by this?

　　Well, it's because I really like her. Liked her. Everything about her fascinated me, and I wanted to get married to her. But how can I when she is a fucking murderer?

　　Her sad face flashes in my eyes as I recall the time I rejected her before everyone in rage. She looked pale, and heartbroken. It will be a lie to say that I did not feel anything for her at that moment. The mate bond was making me feel all sorts of emotions, especially the ones she felt. At that time, I wanted to just pull her close to me and kiss her plump lips.

　　I want to believe that she's not the culprit. But I fucking know she is. Girls like Emma who talk back to men, and act bold are troublesome. Her clothes are provocative, and she had no shame seducing me. If she had a good character, she would have never behaved in those bold ways.

　　Instead of spending time with Ava, she had been drinking her ass off at parties and had the audacity to ask Ava to give her a ride back home.

　　She must have been using Ava for so long. I should have known about it, and saved my sister from that monster before it got too late. Who knows what else she has done behind our backs?

　　I won't let her get away with this. I grit my teeth in anger, and mind link with Samuel.

　　"Yes, Sire?" Samuel responds through the link.

　　"Figure out where Emma is," I ordered, and break the link. I am going to drag her back from wherever she's hiding, and make sure she regrets everything she has done so far.