Moriane 的作品

Eirik's pov I didn't know why Thalia left in a hurry. She didn't even wait to see Ianth. Although, the doctor said he shouldn't be disturbed and that we could likely see him the next day instead.I didn't go home. There was nothing to go back to. I slept on the chair, in front of my son's ward. I was still very afraid for him. He was out of coma but what if something else happened again?My mom who could harm him was already in jail. There was no need for me to be scared for him anymore. I hoped his health would get better and more better without any complications. Morning came like the other night never existed. I was the first to enter Ianth's ward after the doctor ran some checks on him again to make sure he was stable."Dad!" Ianth shouted immediately he saw me.No, he was already up. It didn't even look like he had been in coma except for the fact that he looked really lean. He was already sitting down on the bed, watching television. "Oh, my boy." I hugged him back with so mu

Thalia's povI didn't say anything. I just wanted to enjoy the silent moment as I focused on wiping Ianth's body. It wasn't dirty but that was how I had been doing it for a while now.Ianth was still my son. I was going to take care of him as one. He was sick so I wouldn't abandon him because of that. I needed him to get well quickly. All of a sudden, Ianth suddenly started gasping for breath. His chest rose and fell numerous times. My heartbeat accelerated in fear. I called the doctor quickly. "Rachel, how is it going?" Eirik didn't leave me as he approached the doctor for update.Doctor Rachel exhaled, "Fortunately, he stayed." Doctor Clark said,At first, I didn't understand what he said."Ianth is quite strong. He refused to give up even after so many complications that surrounded his health. But you need to be careful from now on." He added. He stayed meant that he was alive, right?Instant relief flooded my heart. Ianth was fine. He was actually fine."Is he out of coma?" Eir

Eirik's pov"What is next now?" Lorion questioned, walking into the room.I thought he had left. What was he still doing here? He should have gone. I only wanted to be alone for a while. I needed to fully regret my life choices and the kind of consequences I was suffering from."Stop it, Eirik. The main reason why you were in all of these mess has been taken out of the way. Stop sulking, it won't solve anything. What is next?""Nothing, Lorion." I almost snapped at him. "Nothing is next. I do not have anything in mind. I do not even want to do anything. I just want to be alone."Lorion sat on the floor beside where where I sat. "Eirik, I understand how you feel.""No, you don't. I have lost everything except this house we are in. I lost my wife, my son is in the hospital barely alive....I do not have anything else to my name. Nothing is next, Lorion. Everything has fallen."Lorion sighed, "Well, you are wrong. You still have the company.""What are you talking about? I gave the compan

Eirik’s pov"Eirik, are you alright?" Lorion questioned.I chuckled bitterly, drinking straight from the alcohol bottle. "You are not the one whose life is ruined. My company was taken away. My marriage was destroyed. My only child is fighting for his life in the hospital. What else remained? She made sure to destroy everything."Now, I was left with nothing. Lorion now had full control of my company. Thalia was gone forever which meant I had no wife or right to the baby she gave birth to four years ago. The son I called my own may be declared dead tomorrow morning if he decided not to wake up anymore.I didn't have anything else. There was nothing else left to fight for. The only thing I had right now was my life and I wouldn't even bother if it ended at the moment. "You are not so good with alcohol." Lorion tried to caution me but he didn't even take the bottle away from my hands.I sighed, pouring the bitter liquid into my mouth. The house I built for my family was now empty and l

Thalia's pov I didn't care if Eirik was hurt too because there was no one who wouldn't feel hurt learning that his mother was behind everything that had happened to him.But it didn't validate the fact that he betrayed me. I couldn't forget it even if I tried to. I had tried to forget about everything for four good years but I couldn't, no matter how hard I tried.It kept ringing at the back of my mind. Ianth was not my son. Mirelle was his mother. My original baby was dead. I lost my husband to my supposed best friend — I couldn't forget all those things easily."Thalia..." Eirik called, standing in front of me.I turned away, wiping tears away from my eyes and rubbing my nose. "I told you to leave me alone.""Thalia, please. Listen to me just this once and I promise I will never trouble you again." He collapsed on his knees.I scoffed, looking at me sideways. I had seen him kneeling down so many times that it almost didn't mean anything tangible to me anymore."I just have one thin

Eirik’s povStaring at the content of the document in my hands, I didn't know what to think. Was it the fact that Thalia's college best friend, Elizabeth used the real face of my ex in high school, Mirelle.Everything was messing with my head in a bad way. I wished Thalia had shown me all of these before now. It would have been dealt with. I couldn't believe I slept with a fake, a fraud, a liar and a surgical face."What happened to the real Mirelle?" Lorion asked.I shook my head, "I don't know, Lorion. I didn't see or meet her after high school. I don't know how her face came about.""That's not the actual problem right now." Lorion said, "I've processed your release. The police should be here by now."Just after he finished speaking, the cell opened and I was freed. I was very surprised because I didn't expect it. Maybe I had accepted my fate already.I knew I didn't do it but I didn't want to bother Lorion and Thalia from wasting their time because I knew it'd be exhausting and fr

The night air on the balcony did little to cool the fire raging in my veins. Below, the moon cast its indifferent silver glow over the training grounds and outer paths, turning the spilled wine stains on the stone steps into dark, accusing shadows. I gripped the railing, knuckles white, my wolf snarling restlessly beneath my skin. The mate bond pulsed like a fresh brand—insistent, painful, refusing to be silenced no matter how loudly I’d denounced it in the hall.She is nothing, I told myself again. A weakness you cannot afford.Yet my eyes kept drifting downward. And there she was.Nyx moved like a wraith along the edge of the eastern path, a bucket in her thin arms as she scrubbed the last traces of the coronation mess. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its braid, strands catching the moonlight and revealing those faint silver streaks that made my chest tighten. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her frail shoulders trembled. The grey tunic

The night air on the balcony did little to cool the fire raging in my veins. Below, the moon cast its indifferent silver glow over the training grounds and outer paths, turning the spilled wine stains on the stone steps into dark, accusing shadows. I gripped the railing, knuckles white, my wolf snarling restlessly beneath my skin. The mate bond pulsed like a fresh brand—insistent, painful, refusing to be silenced no matter how loudly I’d denounced it in the hall.She is nothing, I told myself again. A weakness you cannot afford.Yet my eyes kept drifting downward. And there she was.Nyx moved like a wraith along the edge of the eastern path, a bucket in her thin arms as she scrubbed the last traces of the coronation mess. Her dark hair had fallen loose from its braid, strands catching the moonlight and revealing those faint silver streaks that made my chest tighten. Even from this distance, I could see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her frail shoulders trembled. The grey tunic

The morning light filtered weakly through Percy’s thin curtains, casting pale stripes across the couch where I’d crashed for the second night in a row. My body ached from the awkward position, but it was nothing compared to the heavier weight pressing on my chest. Davin still hadn’t texted back. Not a word since that explosive fight in the quad. His confession hung in the air like smoke I couldn’t clear—How do you want me to say I want you as my girlfriend?—and the silence afterward felt louder than any yell. I missed my friend, the safe, easy version of him, but romance? After Girad, the thought made my skin crawl. Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares she wouldn’t fully share.“You okay over there?” Percy asked from the kitchenette, sliding a mug of coffee my way. Her tattooed arm flexed as she moved, the ink a reminder of the armor she’d built after what those three monsters did to her. “Davin’s still ghosting?”I nodded, sipping the bitter br

Corleone’s POVThe cab ride back from the club felt endless. Every red light made my heart stutter in a weird way. I kept twisting in my seat, scanning the sidewalks through rain-streaked windows, convinced Girad’s shadow hid behind every stranger. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and fidgeting. Tears slipped down my cheeks as the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Percy sat beside me, her arm wrapped tightly around mine, holding me in place.“I can’t go back to my place tonight,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He knows where I live. He said he’s watching. He’ll be there.”“You’re staying with me,” Percy said firmly, squeezing my arm. “No arguments. The bed is yours as long as you need it.”When we finally reached her apartment, I collapsed onto the couch and let the sobs come out full force. The alcohol had worn off, leaving only raw fear and terror. “He found me so easily, Percy.” My sobs were louder than my words. “After everything, I dyed my hair, avo

Corleone’s POVThe cab ride back from the club felt endless. Every red light made my heart stutter in a weird way. I kept twisting in my seat, scanning the sidewalks through rain-streaked windows, convinced Girad’s shadow hid behind every stranger. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking and fidgeting. Tears slipped down my cheeks as the driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror but said nothing. Percy sat beside me, her arm wrapped tightly around mine, holding me in place.“I can’t go back to my place tonight,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “He knows where I live. He said he’s watching. He’ll be there.”“You’re staying with me,” Percy said firmly, squeezing my arm. “No arguments. The bed is yours as long as you need it.”When we finally reached her apartment, I collapsed onto the couch and let the sobs come out full force. The alcohol had worn off, leaving only raw fear and terror. “He found me so easily, Percy.” My sobs were louder than my words. “After everything, I dyed my hair, avo

Martil leaned against the brick wall outside the lecture hall, the late afternoon sun warm on his face but doing nothing to ease the knot of unease twisting in his gut. He’d seen Corleone that morning in the hallway—pale, eyes darting, that fake little smile she’d given him when he handed her the mail. She’d brushed him off again, polite but distant, and it had stuck with him all day. Something was wrong with her. He wanted to push, to sit her down and ask what shadows were chasing her, but timing mattered. For now, he let it sit.His phone stayed stubbornly silent. He pulled it out for the sixth time and dialed Kaleb.Voicemail. Again.“Damn it, Kaleb,” Martil muttered, voice low and rough. “It’s me. Pick up. This radio silence isn’t you, man. Call me back the second you get this.”Kaleb wasn’t just his best friend—he was his right-hand man, the one who kept the underground fight club running smooth on the edges of Berlin. Loyal to the bone. If Kaleb missed a training session or didn