PEARL'S POV:
Through the snow, Destiny runs and pleads for Malcolm to come back, but it is too late, Malcolm was far gone. His loud piercing shrills, and the mildly tainted scent of the damn rotten eggs that I just started getting used to it, but it fades away like a terrible nightmare.
The side of my cheek brushes along Charles's warm chest as I soak in his strong jawline and parted lips. His power was nothing to be reckoned with, yet here he was being calm with me and Destiny. Charles's usual Alpha voice more gentle and reassuring with Destiny. " Don't worry about Malcolm. We will catch up with him later. Pearl doesn't need to get sick."
He steps closer, making sure she doesn't ignore us. " Come on, Destiny, Let's go ahead and take her home."
Destiny's shoulders slump. She glances
