MasukOrion's POVI couldn't leave. The thought of walking away from her right now, of not being here if she woke up scared or in pain or needing me—it was unbearable. So I stayed.Very carefully, I eased her back down onto the pillows, making sure her head was properly supported, making sure the IV line wasn't tangled, making sure she was comfortable. She made a small sound in her sleep—not quite a whimper, not quite a sigh—and my heart clenched painfully in my chest.I pulled the thin hospital blanket up over her shoulders, tucking it gently around her. Then I settled into the uncomfortable plastic chair beside her bed, positioning it as close to her as I could get it without being in the way of any of the medical equipment.And I watched her as she slept.Her face was still a mess of bruises and swelling, the colors already deepening into darker purples and blues that would probably get worse before they got better. Her lip was split and crusted with dried blood that the nurses hadn't qu
Orion's POVKennedy managed a weak nod, blood bubbling from his lips."Good," I said, releasing his hair and letting his head drop back down.I turned to Leon, who had been standing silently in the shadows the entire time, watching without judgment or comment."Keep him in the warehouse until morning," I ordered, my voice returning to its normal commanding tone. "Make sure he gets some water so he doesn't die from dehydration, but nothing else. No medical attention. Let him feel it. Then dump him somewhere public where someone will find him—an alley, a park, I don't care. Just make sure it's nowhere near the hospital or Anya's apartment."Leon nodded in understanding. "Consider it done, sir.""And Leon?" I added, meeting his eyes directly. "If he tries to contact Anya, if he tries to find her, if he so much as looks in her direction... you know what to do.""Understood," Leon said with a small, grim smile.I gave Kennedy one last look—broken and bleeding and pathetic—then turned and w
Orion's POVLeon handed me a pair of brass knuckles without a word, his face expressionless as he placed the cold metal in my palm.I looked down at them for a moment—heavy and solid, the metal gleaming dully in the warehouse's dim lighting. Then I slipped them onto my right hand, flexing my fingers to get used to the weight. The brass knuckles fit perfectly, like they'd been made for this exact purpose. Like they'd been waiting for this moment.I smiled coldly at Kennedy, and the expression must have been absolutely terrifying because he actually whimpered."Wait," he stammered, his eyes going even wider as he realized what was about to happen. "Wait, please, I signed the papers! You said—"Leon grabbed him roughly out of the chair before he could finish his pathetic pleading. Kennedy struggled weakly, but he was too drunk and too scared and too injured from my earlier punch to put up any real fight. Leon dragged him back to the support beam and retied him to the ceiling, his arms st
Orion’s POVKennedy looked down at the papers, then back up at me. For a moment, I thought maybe he’d actually be smart about this. Maybe he’d realize the position he was in and just cooperate.But no.He actually laughed. A harsh, bitter sound that made my jaw clench and my hands curl into fists at my sides.“I’m not signing shit,” he spat, blood spraying slightly from his split lip with the force of his words. “Anya belongs to me. She’s my wife. You think some papers are going to change that? She’s mine, and she always will be—”I saw red.Literally. My vision went hazy at the edges, tinted crimson with pure, blinding rage. My entire body went rigid, every muscle coiling tight like a spring compressed to its absolute limit.“Don’t,” I said, my voice dropping to something barely above a whisper but infinitely more dangerous than any shout could have been. “Don’t you *ever* say her name again.”I looked at Leon and gave him another nod.Leon disappeared back into the shadows and retur
Orion’s POVI stopped by my lawyer’s office first.Marcus was waiting for me, sitting at his desk with the divorce papers already printed and organized into neat stacks. He looked up when I walked in, his expression a mixture of concern and professional focus.“Orion, are you sure you want to—”“The papers,” I interrupted, holding out my hand. I wasn’t in the mood for questions or second-guessing or moral debates about what I was about to do.Marcus hesitated for just a moment, then slid the folder across his desk to me. “Everything’s in order. She’ll need to sign too, obviously, but once both signatures are on file and we submit to the court—”“I’ll handle it,” I said, taking the folder and turning to leave.“Orion,” Marcus called after me. I paused at the door, looking back at him. His expression was serious, almost worried. “Whatever you’re about to do… be careful.”I didn’t respond. I just walked out, the divorce papers tucked securely under my arm.I got to the warehouse where Ke
Orion's POVKennedy had done this.Kennedy had taken his fists to her face, had slammed her head into a wall, had beaten her until her brain bled and she slipped into unconsciousness. Kennedy had looked at this woman—this smart, strong, beautiful woman—and decided to hurt her, to break her, to make her suffer.My hands were shaking again, trembling with the effort it took to contain the rage coursing through me. Every muscle in my body was tense, coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. I wanted to hit something, to break something, to make Kennedy feel every ounce of pain he'd inflicted on her.But right now, I needed to be here. With her.I walked slowly to her bedside, my footsteps quiet on the linoleum floor. Dr. Patterson said something about giving me some privacy and left, closing the door softly behind him. I barely registered his departure. All my attention was focused on Anya.I reached out with a trembling hand and touched her hand softly, carefully, afraid of hurting her
Anya’s POVThe boutique smelled like new clothes and strong perfume, the kind that clings to your nose. I walked quickly between the racks, my hands brushing over different fabrics while my heart beat a little too fast. I kept thinking about Orion waiting in the car. I didn’t want him sitting there
Orion’s POVWhen Anya stood up from the table, holding her dress like she was trying to hide the stain, something twisted inside me. Something tight. Something I didn’t want to acknowledge.She didn’t say a word — she just kept her head down and walked to the restroom like she was trying to be invi
Anya’s POVFor a breath, maybe two, I was close enough to hear his heartbeat, to smell that familiar cologne — dark, expensive, the one that used to drive me crazy back when he was still Chase… back when I still loved him without knowing it would destroy me.The shock ran through me like electricit
Anya’s POVOrion’s voice cut clean through the air, deeper this time.I froze mid-step. My heart jumped.Kaia blinked, eyebrows lifting. “Orion?” she said like she couldn’t believe he stopped me over something so unimportant. Her laugh was too sweet. “She’ll be fine. She’s just the help.”He looked







