MasukMy sister was my whole world. After our parents died, Ophelia gave up everything to raise me, and I would have done anything for her. So when she lay dying, she took my hand and made me promise to become the surrogate for her husband—the most powerful Alpha King in the country. Alpha Nyric Ashcroft. The man who never liked me. The man who believed I was nothing but trouble. The man who loved my sister with every piece of his heart. I promised her. Then she died. Days later, I moved into his mansion to fulfil her final wish. I told myself it was only a promise. Nothing more. But promises have consequences. Especially when the stranger I spent one reckless night with after my sister's funeral turns out to be Nyric's estranged younger brother. Now I'm trapped between two brothers, haunted by guilt, hunted by secrets, and carrying a baby that could change the Ashcroft legacy forever. I only wanted to honour my sister's last wish... but when the truth about my destiny finally comes to light, will it save the family she left behind—or destroy everything she sacrificed to protect?
Lihat lebih banyakMica pov I broke every speed limit getting to the mansion.The gates were barely open before I was out of the car, running up the front steps, past a butler who called my name and didn't get an answer. I found Nyric in his study, a glass of untouched whiskey in front of him, staring at nothing."Tell me you didn't call that clinic."He didn't even look up. "Mica—""Tell me you didn't just decide, alone, in the middle of the night, to erase the one thing your wife asked us to protect.""I made a decision.""You made a *mistake*."That got his attention. His eyes lifted to mine, silver and sharp and furious."You don't get to lecture me about mistakes."Something in his tone made my stomach twist — like he knew. Like he could smell the guilt still clinging to me from the night before. I pushed the thought away before it could take root."This isn't about me. This is about her.""I know exactly who this is about." He stood so fast his chair scraped against the floor. "It's about my wife
Mica pov"I should go home," I said, even as I didn't move."You should." He didn't move either. "You won't, though."He was right. I hated that he was right.I don't remember deciding to leave the bar with him. I remember the rain on the walk to wherever we ended up. I remember he never asked why I looked like my whole world had ended, and I never told him. I remember thinking, somewhere underneath the numbness, that I didn't want comfort. I didn't want someone to hold my hand and tell me it would be okay.I wanted to feel something that wasn't grief. Just for a few hours.He gave me that.Neither of us said much. Neither of us asked for names. In the dark, he was just a stranger with steady hands and eyes that didn't look at me like I was something breakable — and for one night, that was exactly what I needed.I woke up to gray morning light and an empty side of the bed.For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. Then it came back in pieces — the bar, the rain, his voice low again
Mica povPeople say funerals bring closure.They're liars.There was no closure in watching the only person who had ever loved me unconditionally lowered into the ground. There was no peace in hearing strangers tell me she was "in a better place."The rain hadn't stopped since the day she died.Neither had I.Black. Everywhere I looked, there was black. Black umbrellas. Black dresses. Black roses. It was as though the entire world had decided to mourn with us.I stood beside Ophelia's white casket, unable to look away.She hated black. She used to say funerals should have flowers in every color, because life deserved to be celebrated, even at the end."Don't let anyone bury me on a gloomy day," she'd joked once. "If I die, I want sunshine."I looked up at the gray sky."I'm sorry," I whispered. "I couldn't even give you that."Someone handed me a tissue. Selene."I know this is difficult.""Everyone keeps saying that," I said, my voice hoarse. "Like there's a script.""There isn't. I
Mica pov"No pulse!""Start compressions!""One milligram of epinephrine!"The room blurred before my eyes.Doctors swarmed around Ophelia's bed, their voices overlapping until they became meaningless noise.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. I couldn't do anything except stare."No..." I whispered.A nurse pulled me backward."Miss Hale, you need to step outside.""No! That's my sister!"Another pair of hands caught my shoulders."We're doing everything we can.""Then let me go!"My voice cracked into a scream."Ophelia!"The doors slammed shut between us.I pounded against the glass. "Please!"Every beep from the machines felt like a knife twisting deeper into my chest.Nyric hadn't moved. He stood frozen in the middle of the hallway, staring through the glass as doctors desperately fought for his wife.His wife.The woman he'd loved for ten years. The woman who had taught me that fairy tales could exist.I'd always teased them. Called them disgustingly romantic.Every anniversar






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