- First Person's Perspective -Enise's POVThree days. It had been three excruciating, never-ending days. The kind of days that gnaw at your soul and twist your heart into knots. I spent every moment of those three days by Miracle’s side, my eyes never leaving her pale face as she lay unconscious, her small body fragile against the hospital bed. The machines that beeped rhythmically around us had become my only source of reassurance. As if their sounds could somehow tell me she was still fighting.I tried to push aside the fear gnawing at me, the worry that threatened to consume my thoughts. But there was no escaping it. The guilt was unbearable. Every second I spent looking at my daughter, so still, so helpless, was a reminder of how I had failed her. How my anger, my jealousy, and my desperation to prove myself had all led to this moment.And yet, through it all, Lucas had been there. Always there. By my side, supporting me when I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I had been so caught u
- First Person's Perspective -Enise's POVThe sterile smell of the hospital room filled my senses, mingling with the quiet hum of the machines. The soft beeping of the heart monitor seemed to echo in my ears, like a reminder of how fragile Miracle’s life was at this moment. I sat beside her, my hand gripping hers, as if the simple touch could somehow transfer my strength into her small, fragile body.I couldn't stop looking at her—my little girl, who had always been so full of life, so full of laughter. Now, she lay so still, connected to various machines that beeped and blinked like tiny, silent witnesses to her suffering.I wanted to scream. I wanted to tear apart the walls around me. The guilt, the regret—it was choking me. Everything I had ever done, every decision I had made, had led to this point. If I hadn’t been so consumed with my thirst for revenge, if I hadn’t gotten so caught up in my own battles, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Maybe Miracle would be at home, laughing
- First Person's Perspective -Laura’s POVLyra stared at me with her mouth slightly agape, her wide eyes fixed on me like I’d just confessed to a heinous crime. I raised a brow, the silence dragging on far longer than it should have.“Why are you looking at me like that?” I asked, my voice sharp, annoyance creeping into my tone.It took her about three minutes to pull herself together, but when she finally spoke, her words were filled with incredulity. “Miracle is your child, Laura. How can you say something like that? How can you say you don’t care about her?”I scoffed, rolling my eyes at her dramatics. “Oh, don’t give me that look, Lyra. It’s not as though I hate Miracle or anything.” I waved my hand dismissively, leaning back in my chair. “Matter of fact, I do care about her—a lot. I mean, I’m the one who’s taken care of her since birth, haven’t I?”Lyra’s frown deepened, and I could see the gears turning in her head. I sighed, already annoyed at the conversation. “But let’s be h
- First Person's Perspective -Laura’s POVWords could not describe how hurt I felt. My heart throbbed painfully in my chest as I sat in the dimly lit room, my thoughts a whirlwind of anger, betrayal, and resentment. Lucas’s words echoed in my head, each one like a dagger plunging deeper into my soul.And all because of her.That wretch, Enise. Why wouldn’t that woman leave me alone? Why couldn’t she just let me be? She had taken everything from me, stolen my life, my love, and now even my dignity. I had done nothing wrong to deserve this, absolutely nothing.Lucas was mine first. He always had been. From the moment we were kids, I had loved him. He was supposed to be my mate, my partner, my future. But Enise? She had wormed her way in, pretending to be the perfect one, the chosen one. And Lucas…he had fallen for it. He had fallen for her lies, her deceit.My fingers tightened around the glass of wine in my hand, the pressure building as my anger flared. Why couldn’t she just stay awa
- First Person's Perspective -Alpha Lucas’s POVThe hum of the engine filled the car as I sped back toward the hospital. My knuckles were tight on the steering wheel, my thoughts spiraling between the argument with Laura and the image of Miracle lying unconscious in that hospital bed. My daughter had suffered enough.My phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and I glanced at the screen. Alpha Karl.Taking a deep breath, I picked up on the second ring. “Karl,” I greeted, my tone neutral.“Lucas,” he replied, his voice warm and cheerful. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation and the circumstances surrounding your actions.”I kept silent, waiting for him to get to the point.“I’ve decided to forgive you,” Karl finally said.His words were a relief, but I didn’t let it show. “I appreciate that,” I replied casually, my tone devoid of excessive gratitude.“Your father was a good man,” Karl continued, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “He was always there for me, even when we were kids.
- First Person's Perspective -Alpha Lucas’s POVThe cold air outside did little to quell the fire raging inside me as I strode out of the hospital. My fists were clenched, and my jaw was tight. Miracle was stable, Denise was with her, and I should have felt some relief. But I didn’t.There was no room for relief. Not when my daughter had nearly bled out on the floor, crying about betrayal. Not when the real source of this chaos sat smug somewhere, probably stroking her ego as if she hadn’t caused all this.Laura.My hands gripped the steering wheel as I sped toward Marcus’s chambers. My mind replayed Miracle’s words, her tear-streaked face, and her tiny body trembling with pain and confusion. It fueled my anger until it was a roaring blaze.When I reached Marcus’s chambers, I didn’t bother knocking. The door slammed open under my forceful push, startling him from his seat by the fireplace.“Lucas,” he said, arching a brow, feigning calm. “What’s the meaning of this?”“Where’s Laura?”
First Person's PerspectiveSarah's POVI couldn’t get Aiden out of my head, no matter how hard I tried. He had taken a bullet for me, and now I couldn't stop thinking about him, the one person who had risked his life to save mine. I hated that I felt this way, but I couldn't help it. He’d done something I couldn't easily forget, even though everything between us had been broken before this.I knew Olivia, his mother, wouldn’t let me anywhere near him. She would make sure I never stepped foot in that hospital room again. But I couldn’t care less. I had to see him, to check on him myself. He had done so much for me; I needed to know if he was okay. I had to at least try to get in.I dressed quickly, not really caring what I looked like. This wasn’t about me. I grabbed my purse and headed for the door. My mind raced as I stepped outside and made my way to the car, all the while feeling the weight of the decision pressing on me. I knew what I was walking into. Ezra would probably be there
- First Person's Perspective – Enise's POVI froze as Laura's body hit the bottom of the stairs with a sickening thud. My hand flew to my mouth, and a shrill, uncontrollable scream ripped from my throat. I stood trembling, unable to move, unable to breathe. My knees felt weak, threatening to give way beneath me. The sight of her motionless body, her hair splayed out on the floor like a dark halo, made my stomach churn. Blood gushed out of her head, I couldn't help the tears that gathered in the corners of my eyes “Oh, Moon Goddess,” I whispered, barely audible. “Please… don’t let her die. Please don’t let her die…I can't...i can't handle it, please” I continued, tears rolling down my eyes The guilt, the fear . It all hit me like a sledgehammer. My heart pounded so violently that I thought it might burst. If Laura didn’t survive this… I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. How could I ever face Miracle? Or anyone else?A piercing scream shattered my panicked thoughts, and I turned
- First Person's Perspective -Enise’s POVThe house was too quiet, the silence pressing against me like a weight. I sat on the edge of the couch, idly scrolling through my phone, but even that couldn’t distract me from the thoughts swirling in my mind. The boredom was almost unbearable, yet I knew it wasn’t just that. It was the guilt.The thought of going to see Miracle crossed my mind more than once. I missed her tiny smile, the way her eyes lit up when she talked about things she loved. But then I reminded myself why I couldn’t—why I shouldn’t. She was happy, or at least as happy as she could be under the circumstances. My presence only complicated things for her, and deep down, I feared I might ruin her life altogether.I leaned back on the couch, closing my eyes as my thoughts swooshed over me. Was my desire for revenge even worth it?A pang of guilt settled in my chest, sharp and relentless. Maybe, if I had just stayed away, if I had let everything go Miracle would have been be