The third point of view:

A memorial service was held immediately after the funeral which meant that everyone returned from the burial ground. Most people used the opportunity to convey their condolences and one of them involved Julie and his grandfather.

"I heard what happened and you should know that I'm so sorry for your loss," George, Julie's grandfather said to Sakuzi and his daughter, Reina. It pained him that it took this unfortunate occasion to meet once again.

"Thank you so much, George. It's quite an honor to see you today," Sakuzi patted the old man on the shoulder. This old man was his mentor, teacher, and friend back in the days; they had fought alongside each other.

"I promise you that her murderer will not go unpunished. I would use my resources and fish out Miguel from wherever he's hiding," George pledged to them.

Although both mafia lords were not even distantly related by blood, their gangs were on good terms and that was enough reason to fight each other's battles. That was how loyal gangs were.

"I would really appreciate that," Reina thanked him, "My mother was killed right under our noses and if she had not done that, the target would have been me. That alone is a humiliation to a big gang like ours,"

"You're right. An insult on your gang is an insult to mine too. Your father and I aren't just friends, we're brothers bound by blood and the test of time. You don't need to think twice about coming to me for help anytime," The man announced, busy strengthening their alliance while his grandson had his gaze somewhere else.

Julie had a smirk on his face as soon as he spotted Anabelle from the crowd. She looked beautiful in her simple black dress with her hair put in a bun. As if she sensed that someone was staring at her, Anabelle turned in his direction at that moment, their eyes met and held.

Julie couldn't explain it but at that instant, he felt something swell inside of him. Anabelle looked more beautiful than usual and his heart began to pound so fast he thought it would leap out of his chest.

His hand unconsciously traveled to his body as if he wanted to hold back his heart threatening to jump out with that amount of throbbing. He couldn't breathe, all the air in his lungs seemed to have been stolen - who stole his air? What the hell was going on with him?

However, his face fell when Anabelle scowled at him and made a U-turn to God knows where. What the hell did she do that for? Were they quarreling? He couldn't remember them having a fight? If anything, wasn't she the one over the moon last week when their contract ended.

Yeah, you heard him, right. Anabelle was now a free woman and she sure rubbed her freedom all over his face. Julie smiled at the memory however he suddenly went red in the face when he also remembered that kiss between them. He felt a rise down there and cursed mentally, it couldn't be that the memory of that silly kiss was rousing him?

He had kissed several girls and he could tell that the kiss he shared with Anabelle that day was mediocre. However, out of the many kisses he's shared with girls of different sizes and shapes, how could it be that one made him feel weird? He wasn't normal today.

"Alright, we'd discuss more on that when I come to your office later," George finished his conversation with Sakuzi and daughter, intentionally awakening his grandson from his internal battle.

"Thanks for coming then. Make yourself comfortable," Sakuzi excused himself to go attend to the other guests in need of his attention.

"Who was that girl?"

Julie was startled by that question from George, it came out of nowhere.

"What girl?" He played dumb even though something told him his grandfather was referring to Anabelle.

"The one you had your gaze fixated on earlier?" The man pressed and the boy knew he was not getting out of that one.

Julie carried on with his act to the end, "Oh, that's Anabelle, Isabella's cousin. What do you ask? Is there any problem?"

"What's your relationship with her?" George went straight to the point, pinning the boy with his knowing eyes. The way his grandson had stared at that girl disturbed him - he didn't want any unnecessary distraction.

Julie was his only grandson and child and as a father and grandfather - Julie's father was late - he has done everything to make his path successful. He has laid the groundwork, it was left for his son to follow through and a young foolish teenager would not disrupt that.

"We're just friends, grandfather" Julie chuckled with a shrug of his shoulders, "Why are you staring at me that way? I would never fall for that girl, I have a fiancée for Christ's sake and you should have a bit of faith in your grandson, old man," He said playfully.

"I hope it remains that way then. You might not know this but you're an alpha, the leader of the great clan I would be leaving in your hand once in gone,"

"Don't speak like that, grandfather. You would be with me for a long time and get to see your great-grandchildren,"

The man went on nonetheless, "And just like every great alpha of a pack, you need a strong Luna by your side, not an omega. Do you get me?" George lectured him in a "language" he would be able to understand.

Julie stared at the old man in wonder and couldn't help but ask, "Have you been watching movies again?"

"Answer my question boy, do you get me?" George was stern.

"Crystal. " Julie answered. It was no huge work anyway. He just had to get Isabella to fall for him, problem solved.

"Good. Now go find her and mark your territory, alpha,"

"Yes, old man," He almost saluted and went in search of Isabella which didn't take time since the girl was with her boyfriend Pedro and in the open. The memorial service ended already so everyone was sharing condolences with the families of the victims and the rest of them schmoozing with friends and neighbors.

"Hi Isabella," He waved over to them.

"I'll see you later," Pedro said to Isabella upon seeing that boy approach. He and Julie were not friends and would never be one - the boy was a thief who tried to steal what doesn't belong to him and until Julie returned everything to the way they were, this feud between them would continue, even to generations coming.

"Alright," Isabella understood his intention and didn't push the matter knowing how sensitive Pedro was to that engagement. Instead, she leaned down and shared one long kiss with him.

Julie watched his fiancée and her boyfriend kissing and where he would have felt something, he felt nothing.

No, he did feel something called jealousy but it wasn't directed towards them, but at the thought of Anabelle doing exactly that kissing scene to another guy that wasn't him. Where the hell did that thought come from?