Chapter 11

Celeste’s bottom lip dropped, her heart flipping twice in her chest. The hate she had just now pronounced on his name was completely lifted and all that was left was the love she had previously felt…

It seems Zillon wasn’t as bad as he looked. When he took both plates of food, he really did look like a cruel alpha, but when he returned it, he had grown two white wings in Celeste’s eyes.

An angel…that’s what he was, he had a halo over his head and one over her heart. She wanted to touch him, hug him maybe, but as soon as she reached out, he disappeared up the stairs.

She wished he was hers; completely and irrevocably, but she’d give him time. She had to put herself in his shoes, she had to see things from his perspective, she had to understand.

Celia and him had been dating for three years, both of them must’ve thought they were destined and then she swooped down out of nowhere like a nightingale and gobbled him up like a worm.

He must’ve felt angry, he