CHAPTER FIFTY
IAN’S POV
I hated my life. Everyone around me seemed so damn happy except for me. I was extremely mad at my father and not to mention, the sight of my own mother was making me feel outraged all over again. Somehow he had twisted everyone’s mind, denying those claims about k********g Angel, and was just waiting for the verdict to be passed to prove he was innocent. He even went ahead to claim that his enemies were trying to frame him but I knew the bitter truth. My father was not the man I thought he was and my mother’s loyalty to him was disheartening. She knew the man was not good for both us and even the pack and yet she defended him like he was the air needed. Right now our house was overflowing with members of the pack, enjoying themselves, curtsey of my father’s way of
