MasukOwen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
LaurenThe plane hums gently beneath us, a constant low vibration that lulls my tense muscles, but the restlessness in my chest refuses to fade. The world outside the window is a blur of clouds, white and endless, stretching into infinity. It’s a view I should be able to appreciate—one that should
I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what to feel. There was this aching sadness deep inside of me that I couldn’t explain, but it was there, gnawing at my insides.All I wanted was for everything to go right, to have just one thing go according to plan. Instead, I was running away from the only
Me? How? Impossible.I was just a nobody. A lowborn, raised in the gutters. My parents were poor, I was a waitress from the south side. We had nothing. No titles. No legacy. Just a life of struggle, day after day. So how—how could this be? Why me?“Lauren… a Lyan?” Alexander asked, his voice rough.
AlexanderThe storm raged outside, tearing at the world with unrelenting fury.Inside, the fire crackled, its warmth battling the cold that had nearly stolen her life. But it couldn’t melt the ice between us—an ache buried deep, untouched by flame.Lauren had been so still when I found her, her face







