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LIA'S POV.I was lying on my bed, reading a book when I heard a loud scream coming from downstairs. My heart began to race as I sat up and tried to listen for any other sounds. As I stood up to leave the room, I felt something strange in my throat. It was like a lump that wouldn't go away, and it made me feel sick.I stumbled towards the door, but my legs were shaking so much that I couldn't walk properly. I knew that something was wrong, and I needed to get downstairs to find out what was happening. As I made my way down the stairs, the feeling in my throat intensified, and I began to feel dizzy.Suddenly, I knew that I was going to throw up. I tried to hold it back, but it was too late. I ran towards the restroom and barely made it in time to throw up into the toilet. The taste in my mouth was disgusting, and I felt like I was going to be sick again.After a few minutes, I managed to compose myself and rinse my mouth with water. I knew that I had to get back downstairs to find out w

ASHER'S POV.I feel like I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders. The exhaustion of the past few weeks has finally caught up with me, leaving me feeling like a shadow of my former self. My mind is foggy and my thoughts are jumbled, making even the simplest tasks feel like a Herculean effort.I used to enjoy the simple things in life - a good meal, a warm shower, a book by the fire. But now, even these small pleasures have lost their appeal. My taste buds have dulled, and I can barely distinguish between flavors. The warmth of the water in the shower does little to soothe my aching muscles, and I find myself wanting to crawl back into bed instead.The world seems to be moving in slow motion, while I am stuck in quicksand. My mind is constantly racing, yet I feel like I am not making any progress. I can barely remember the last time I felt truly rested, truly at peace.I try to shake off these feelings and focus on the task at hand - the rebuilding of our Pack. But th

RAYA'S POV.I walked towards my Packhouse, my senses heightened and my heart beating with excitement. The guards all parted ways for me, as if they knew I was coming. I could sense the air of respect around me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.As I walked through the Packhouse, I saw the Alpha King seated on his throne. He looked up at me, a sly smile on her face. "Well, well, well," he said. "If it isn't the prodigal daughter returning home."I walked up to him, trying my best to maintain my composure. "Hello, Your Majesty," I said. "It's good to be back."The Alpha King raised an eyebrow. "Is it?" he said. "You've been gone a very long time, Raya. Do you know how much trouble you've caused?"I felt a shiver go down my spine. I knew that the he was just teasing me, but there was always a hint of truth to his jokes. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty," I said. "I had to take care of some things."He leaned forward. "Well, now that you're back, you'll have to make it up to us," she

RAYA'S POV.As I walked through the ruins of Lance's Pack, my heart felt heavy with satisfaction and anger of still dealing with Lance. The destruction was palpable, and it seemed to seep into every pore of my being. The air was thick with the smell of smoke and ash, and the ground beneath my feet was littered with debris.The once-beautiful buildings were now nothing but a pile of rubble and broken concrete. The walls that had once stood tall and proud were now crumbled, like a stack of cards that had been knocked down by a gust of wind. The roofs that had once protected the inhabitants of the pack were now gone, leaving only the sky above.The silence was deafening. The only sound was the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind blew through the trees. It was as if the Pack had been frozen in time, and I was the only one left to bear witness to the destruction.I walked through the ruins, my eyes scanning the scene in front of me. The buildings that were once the center of life in

ASHER'S POV.We were met with resistance, but we fought back with all our might. The sound of shattering glass and the smell of smoke filled the air as we made our way deeper into the facility.I saw Raya's deadly accuracy with her throwing knives as she took down an enemy guard. Raya's fighting skills were impressive as she dodged a punch and kicked her opponent in the gut. The rest of our warriors were equally skilled, and it was clear that we were a formidable force.I led the charge, taking down any guard that came in our way. We made our way to the center of the lab, where Lance had kept his most powerful anomalies. They were kept in cages, and it was clear that they had been mistreated and abused.I felt my anger and disgust boil inside of me. These creatures were innocent, and they had been used as weapons by Lance. We had to put an end to it. Without hesitation, we destroyed the cages, freeing the anomalies from their captivity.As we made our way out of the lab, I could hear

ASHER'S POV.As I walked into the quarters where the warriors Raya had brought were staying, I was immediately struck by the flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, rushing around and preparing for the mission ahead. Weapons were being sharpened and polished, gear was being packed and checked, and there was a general sense of excitement and anticipation in the air.I walked through the crowds, taking in the scenery and the way the warriors were scattered in groups, talking and laughing and preparing for battle. It was clear that these were experienced fighters, each one ready and willing to do whatever it took to ensure the success of our mission.As I made my way through the bustling crowds, I eventually found myself outside of Raya's room. I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should interrupt her, but ultimately decided that it was important to talk to her.As I opened the door, I was surprised to see Raya engaged in a passionate embrace with a man I didn't recognize. The

BELLAI was pissed.Vincent stood there like a statue, letting her spin her ridiculous story while I stood accused. He didn’t interrupt. He didn’t defend me. He just watched, jaw clenched, eyes burning with some emotion I couldn’t read, and I didn’t want to.She sat there on the couch, voice all sweet and broken, like she wasn’t the same woman who just threatened to kill me and my unborn child. She looked like a wounded little puppy. And Vincent, like a fool, was falling for it.I hated her.“Bella, why…” he started, but I shot to my feet, not giving him the satisfaction of finishing whatever garbage he had to say.I stormed out of the living room, rage pulsing in my veins. I knew what he was going to say, and I refused to sit there and be scolded like a child while the real manipulator sat pretty, playing her twisted game.“Bella! Get back here!” Vincent’s voice boomed behind me.I didn’t stop. I moved faster, my feet pounding against the stairs, my heartbeat matching the thunder in

BELLA“You can go in now, Mr. Castello,” the nurse said with a professional smile.Vincent and I stood, silent but in sync, and followed her down the quiet hallway into the doctor’s office. My heart beat a little faster with each step.“Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Castello,” the doctor greeted, looking up from his desk with a warm expression.“Good morning,” we both replied, our voices overlapping slightly.“Please, have a seat while I briefly check your file,” he said with a small nod, already flipping through the pages.We sat side by side, the silence between us heavy but not uncomfortable. He skimmed through the notes, humming lightly.“From what I’m seeing here, everything looks great. You’re eating well, sleeping enough… that’s exactly what I like to see,” he said, glancing up at me with a nod of approval.I smiled politely, but in my head I laughed. Why wouldn’t I be fine? Amira had practically made it her full-time job to hover over me like a mother hen. Miss one meal, and she

BELLAShe came back in five minutes later, and I looked up from my screen.“Do you need something else?” I asked.“Mr. Castello said it would be best for you to get on your feet or he’ll make you stand for a week,” Amira said.I chuckled dryly. “Tell him I said he can do whatever the fuck he wants, but I’m not going to eat.”Amira nodded and left my room.She came back again, and I sighed.“He said if you don’t come downstairs, you’re never going to school again,” Amira said, and I was taken aback.I had just gotten the chance to start going to school. I couldn’t ruin it over a petty argument. I hated how he tried to control everything about my life. I hated how mean he was to me.I groaned and followed her down the stairs. When I got to the dining table, Vincent was already seated along with the girl.They both looked at me, and she gasped dramatically. “Oh my goodness! Your eyes are so puffy and red. What happened? Is it an allergic reaction? Were you crying?” she asked.Of course,

BELLAI took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and stepped through the classroom like I hadn’t been missing for days that felt like lifetimes.“Bella!”Carmen’s voice hit me like a slap, and I nearly turned right back around. Her tone was sharp and when I saw her storming toward me with a face full of rage, I knew I was in for it.“Hi,” I said weakly, offering a sheepish smile that didn’t stand a chance against her glare.“Where the hell have you been? And what happened to your phone?” she snapped, voice rising with every word.“I…”“You have no idea how worried I was! I called you, like, a billion times, Bella. Nothing. I couldn’t reach you. I had no idea where you were or if you were even okay.” Her hands flew through the air as she spoke, frustration practically radiating off her. “You scared the shit out of me. And now you just show up saying ‘hi’ like you didn’t vanish into thin air?”I looked down, guilt crawling up my spine.“I haven’t heard from you in over a week,” she wen

BELLAI freeze, completely stunned. I can’t believe what I’m seeing.Vincent, he’s here, in this house. After I’ve been waiting for hours, pacing and hoping. It feels like I’m looking at him for the first time in years, not just a week.I try to speak, but nothing comes out. My lips part, but the words, where are they? How do you speak to someone who once knew your heart and now looks like a stranger?He’s staring at me too, eyes wide, caught off guard. But just as quickly, his expression hardens. The softness vanishes, replaced by something cold. Distant.“What are you doing here? Who told you to come in?” His voice was sharp and void of any emotion as he stared at me.That voice.“I just… I wanted to see you. I need to talk to you,” I say, my voice small, and aching.“I have nothing to say to you. You should leave.” His words hit like stones. Hard. Unmoved.Still, I don’t back down. “I’m not going anywhere until we talk.”He lets out a bitter snort like I’m some pathetic joke. “I to

BELLA“I’m tired,” I whispered, stretching out on the couch, my arms falling limply to my sides as my gaze drifted to the ceiling.For the past week, I have been a prisoner in this house. An abandoned criminal who didn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of her captor.I hadn’t seen Vincent once, not a glimpse. He’d been avoiding me like I carried some infectious disease, and the sting of that rejection cut deeper than I wanted to admit. I wasn’t just lonely, I was hurting.Each day blurred into the next. I slept. I ate. I went on a slow morning run around the estate with Amira, who tried to lift my spirits with gentle talks and pregnancy lessons. She meant well, and I appreciated her kindness, but it wasn’t enough.She talked about body changes, mood swings, nutrition, prenatal exercises, things that made it feel all too real, while the father of my child acted like I didn’t exist.No school. No fresh air beyond the garden. No freedom.I was bored. There is basically nothing going on in