LOGINOwen’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
Belsing’s answering smile was just as sly, leaving me thoroughly out of the loop while the kids gawked at him like he was a zoo exhibit.“Why can’t you talk?” Abigail asked bluntly.“Abigail!” I hissed, yanking her back by her hood. “Manners!”“Ow!” she yelped. “Don’t bite my head off!”“Maybe an Al
Lauren The moment we stepped off the helicopter, the cold bit at my skin, crisp and unrelenting.The Alps stretched before us, their snow-dusted peaks rising against the pale morning sky like something out of a painting. The air smelled fresh, sharp with the scent of pine and ice, so different from
LaurenI blinked, rubbing my eyes before leaning in again, scanning Owen’s latest blood test results. The numbers blurred for a second, forcing me to refocus.Ever since I found out he was my son, I’d been obsessing over his medical records—blood work, test results, every scrap of information from t
He looked at me then, his gaze lingering. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for.”The compliment caught me off guard, and I felt a blush creeping up my neck. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, my foot caught on a root jutting out of the ground. I stumbled, a gasp escaping







