"Claire!" Amanda’s voice trembled with worry as she rushed toward Claire and Aleah, who had just disembarked from the helicopter. The sun was beginning to rise over the island, casting a warm, golden hue on the scene, but Amanda’s mind was clouded with concern. Claire and Aleah had returned early that morning after spending the night recovering at the hospital.
As Amanda reached her daughter, she immediately enveloped her in a tight embrace. Her hands gently cupped Claire’s face as her eyes scanned for any signs of injury. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" she asked, her voice laced with both fear and relief."I’m okay, Mom," Claire assured her softly, her lips curving into a faint smile. "Aleah saved me," she added, glancing gratefully at the young woman standing beside Hunter. Aleah’s presence radiated calm confidence, her stance poised despite the tension still lingering in the air.Amanda turned to Aleah, her expression shifting to oHunter was caught off guard when, upon stepping outside, he was greeted by the assistant of Aleah's grandfather. The man spoke with a tone of urgency, informing him that Sebastian and Damian were waiting for him in the dining hall. Hunter nodded without a word, his mind already racing with questions, and followed the assistant through the grand corridors of the estate.As they approached the hall, the assistant suddenly stopped and turned to Hunter. "I’ve been instructed to stand guard here. No one else is to enter," the assistant explained before opening the heavy wooden doors for him. Hunter stepped inside, his footsteps echoing in the vast, dimly lit room. His gaze immediately landed on the two elderly men seated at the long, ornate dining table. He noticed that no one else was present—a detail that only deepened his curiosity. The assistant closed the doors behind him, leaving Hunter alone with them.The young man hesitated for a moment, then strode c
He didn’t wake me up,” Aleah whispered, her voice tinged with a mix of annoyance and hurt as she stirred awake. From the balcony, she caught sight of the horizon painted in hues of orange and purple, the sun slowly descending. Twilight was fast approaching. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she decided to rise, the lingering ache of being forgotten gnawing at her chest. She took a long bath, hoping the warm water would soothe her simmering thoughts, before stepping out to face the evening.As Aleah left her room, she headed to the wedding venue for the rehearsal. But when she arrived, an unsettling emptiness greeted her. The silence in the room was almost deafening, amplifying the loneliness she tried to push aside. With a deep breath, she made her way to the dinner hall, where the lively chatter of family members filled the air. Their laughter and voices intertwined like a melody, one she felt she could never be a part of.She lingered at the doorway, her steps
"Oh, you’ve arrived!” Amanda exclaimed cheerfully as she spotted Hunter and Aleah entering the dining hall. The woman was approaching Sebastian and Damian’s table, carrying a tray of food. “Take a seat so you can eat,” she said with a warm smile.Aleah glanced over at Rafael and Claire’s table. The two waved at them, signaling for them to sit there.“Let’s sit by Rafael and—” Hunter turned to Aleah, ready to guide her to Rafael and Claire’s table, but he froze when Aleah suddenly sneezed. The sound drew everyone’s attention.“Don’t tell me you caught a cold from just a little rain?” Hunter teased, adjusting the jacket draped over Aleah’s shoulders. Aleah wiped her nose and sneezed again.“Do you have a fever?” Hunter asked, concerned by her sneezing fit. He placed his hand on her forehead and neck to check if she was running a temperature. The scene didn&rs
“Well, they’re at it again, huh?” Dennis’s father quipped as he joined them, his gaze falling on the elders engrossed in their chess game. Dennis followed behind him, but his attention was fixed on Aleah.“Are you feeling all right? I’m sorry, I didn’t—” Dennis started, his voice tinged with guilt.“It’s okay. I’m all right,” Aleah interrupted gently, flashing him a reassuring smile.“That’s a relief,” Dennis said, visibly relaxing.“Let’s eat, everyone!” Amanda called out cheerfully, having just finished arranging the food on a long table. At her announcement, everyone stood and gathered around, eager to dig in.As they enjoyed their dinner, the beach was filled with lively chatter and bursts of laughter. Aleah observed the joyful scene, a bittersweet smile crossing her face. She couldn’t help but think of her mother, who had stayed behind
The wedding of Daniella and Zane was nothing short of spectacular, a celebration that drew a glittering crowd of prominent personalities. Political leaders, influential business magnates, and distinguished Alphas from various packs graced the occasion, making it a confluence of power and prestige. Even several high-ranking military officers—acquaintances of the elder members of the families—joined the festivities. The wedding not only solidified the union of two powerful families but also boosted their prominence beyond the realms of business, spilling over into the political sphere. Some attending politicians were so impressed that they openly expressed their desire to see a member of either family venture into politics.Amid the revelry, Aleah found herself isolated, sitting quietly at a table while the rest of the guests mingled and celebrated. The family members were busy entertaining the high-profile attendees, leaving Aleah alone with her thoughts. She felt ou
"Hey," Hunter murmured, his voice low and steady as he gently tapped the young woman's cheek. He carefully laid her down on the bed, his movements deliberate, as though afraid she might shatter. He tried to rouse her, coaxing her to wake up and change out of her clothes, but her intoxication was too heavy, pulling her deeper into unconsciousness."Zen," she whispered, her voice soft and fragile, her eyes remaining closed."What is it?" Hunter asked, his brow furrowing as he knelt to remove her shoes. He worked silently, his hands steady, but she didn’t respond. His gaze lingered on her face, her features serene yet vulnerable, as if she were lost in a dream."What a drunkard," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with a faint smile. Rising to his feet, he made his way to the bathroom, returning moments later with a damp cloth. He knelt beside her again, the cool cloth brushing against her flushed skin as he wiped her face with gentle strokes."Zen
"Benjamin?” Aleah exclaimed in surprise as she approached the gate of their home. Her voice trembled with confusion as her eyes met Benjamin’s figure, standing motionless just outside the property. His expression was inscrutable, his gaze fixed on their house as if lost in thought. The moment Benjamin spotted Aleah, his demeanor changed abruptly. He turned on his heel and walked away without uttering a single word, leaving her puzzled and slightly unsettled.Aleah felt an urgency to stop him, calling out his name and quickening her pace toward him. Yet Benjamin moved swiftly, increasing the distance between them until he disappeared from view. As Aleah stood by the gate, her mind raced—this was the first time she had seen Benjamin near their home. He had always seemed like someone who preferred his own company, avoiding unnecessary social interactions. This unexpected visit and odd behavior made her wonder what could have brought him there.Inside the hou
“They are after me. I need your help,” Benjamin said, his voice trembling as his eyes darted nervously around. Hunter frowned at his nephew’s words, bewildered by his frantic demeanor. Who was chasing him, and why did he appear so alarmed?“Tell me everything so I can help you,” Hunter responded calmly. “We can talk inside—” Hunter’s words were abruptly cut short as he studied Benjamin’s expression.It was evident that his nephew was running from something—or someone. Hunter couldn’t help but wonder: had Benjamin gotten entangled in trouble with rogues or some kind of syndicate?“No, I can’t. You might get into danger if they see me entering your house,” Benjamin interjected, his tone urgent, halting Hunter mid-sentence. Hunter’s mind began to whirl. What kind of mess had his nephew gotten himself into to appear so frightened?“Why come here if you’re
Oh, Alpha Hunter. Have you been here long?” Trisha asked with a curious look as she walked in, files in hand.Hunter glanced at her briefly before speaking. “No, but you're right on time. I need you to grab the test results from forensics—the one for the new case we're working on. It’s important.”Trisha nodded and headed off without hesitation. Hunter watched her leave for a moment before focusing back on the task at hand.Yesterday, he’d been pulled into an emergency meeting with the Alpha King and Navy Vice Admiral. It had been about the chilling discovery of street kids’ bodies in an abandoned building. The Vice Admiral thought the case tied into Hunter’s earlier work involving the Iron Maiden and a band of pirates.Months ago, Hunter had been sent undercover to an island suspected of being the pirates’ lair. It turned out to be much more than that. The island, dubbed “Death Island,” was actual
“Is there anything you’d like to eat?” Hunter asked, his tone soft and thoughtful as he looked at Aleah. She shook her head lightly, her lips forming a faint smile.“Please, don’t worry about me. I’m really not hungry yet,” Aleah replied, her voice gentle as she turned her gaze toward Jestina and Dave.“That’s a shame. Alpha’s cooking shouldn’t go to waste,” Dave remarked, eyeing the dishes before them.“Don’t mind me—enjoy the meal,” Aleah said simply.“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing you’d like?” Hunter asked again, his fingers brushing hers gently as he reached for her hand. Jestina and Dave exchanged a glance, quietly noting the intimate bubble the couple seemed to share.“Tama si Alpha Hunter,” Jestina chimed in cheerfully, leaning forward slightly. “It’d be such a waste if you don’t eat. If I were
You’re the first person to say that. I remember someone once saying this house screams way too much of—” Hunter stopped mid-sentence as his eyes landed on Aleah. Her sharp glare was all it took to silence him. For a moment, he froze, then bit back a grin at the fierce expression on her face. She looked adorable when she was mad, though he didn’t dare say that out loud.“Really?” Aleah chimed in, her voice sweet but with a subtle edge. “Sounds like that person didn’t know the first thing about good interior design,” she said, her smile polite but pointed.“Think so?” Hunter replied, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced at Aleah, who was trying hard to keep her irritation under wraps.“Can we check out the second floor?” Dave cut in, breaking the exchange between the two.“Sure, let’s go,” Hunter said, motioning toward the stairs. But as Aleah moved to lead
Hunter's voice cut through the quiet hum of the yard. "Hey, what are you up to?" he asked, his brows furrowing as he spotted Aleah crouched among the grass, trimming away.She paused mid-snip, turning to him with a sheepish smile. "Just cutting some grass. It’s gotten too wild. Mang Ponce called earlier—his wife is sick, so they can’t make it today. I figured I’d handle it. It’s not a big deal."Hunter sighed, shaking his head as he walked closer. "Aleah," he said, his tone soft but firm, "you shouldn’t be doing this, not when you’re carrying our baby." He gently took the trimmer from her hands and helped her to her feet, his touch warm and protective. "Your body isn’t just yours right now, you know," he added, his hand settling lovingly over her belly.Aleah rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. "You always worry too much," she teased. "It’s just a bit of grass. I’m fine—"Before sh
When Aleah stepped into Hunter's house, she was greeted by all their friends, including Francis, whose face lit up at the sight of her.“Aunt Aleah! You’re safe! I’m so sorry I couldn’t do anything to protect you,” Isaac said, his voice laced with guilt. “But I promise, I’ll start learning martial arts right away. Next time, I’ll be the one keeping you safe.”Aleah smiled warmly, holding his hand. “That’s so sweet of you, Isaac. I’m just glad we’re all okay.”Francis approached them, his gratitude shining through his words. “Aleah, because of your courage, my family and I are safe. I owe you more than I could ever repay.”“Thank you for everything, Aleah,” Aurora added, stepping closer with a bright smile. Aleah nodded at them, her heart full of gratitude.“Some things never change, huh?” Elara teased with a knowing smile as she looked at h
I’ll end this right now!” Jonathan snarled, gripping the paddle so tight his knuckles turned white. He raised it, ready to strike Hunter again. But before he could swing, Aleah threw herself in front of Hunter, wrapping her arms around him tightly and squeezing her eyes shut. “Wha—” Jonathan's words froze mid-sentence as a firm hand grabbed the paddle. Aleah's eyes snapped open, and there stood Charles, holding the paddle steady. “You need to stop this, sir,” Charles said, calm yet commanding. “Who the heck are you?” Jonathan asked, his confusion evident as he took in the newcomer. “I’m Officer Charles Cordero with the Astral Guardians. Alpha Hunter’s mentee and personal aide,” Charles replied coolly. “Charles…” Aleah whispered, relief washing over her voice. Charles yanked the paddle from Jonathan’s grasp and shot a look at the group of men who had attacked Hunter. As his eyes shifted to an intense, glowing blue, fear spread like wildfire, and the men scatt
"Don’t let him fool you," Jonathan said, his voice sharp and commanding. "I’m the one who saved your life. You owe your second chance to me, Aleah, so you should be listening to me." His eyes burned with intensity, and for the first time, Aleah felt fear creep into her chest. The look in his eyes was unsettling, almost as if he was silently declaring that she wasn’t allowed to leave.Hunter stepped forward, his expression calm but his voice firm. "I don’t know why you’re so desperate to keep my wife away from me," he said, his gaze unwavering. "But I’ll say this—I don’t like what you’re doing."He took a deep breath, his features softening as he turned to Aleah. His voice was gentler now, filled with quiet conviction. "Aleah, I’m holding back my anger because I don’t want to hurt you. I won’t force you to remember me, but your heart already knows. It always has. We share something unbreakable—a b
Hunter and Charles wasted no time heading to the small town where Aleah had been spotted. It was late afternoon, and Aleah stood by the shoreline, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The golden light bathed her as the wind played with her hair. Watching the sunset had become her refuge—a quiet moment where she wished, over and over, for her memories to return.As soon as they arrived, Hunter’s eyes locked onto a familiar silhouette standing by the water. Her long hair flowed in the breeze, and his heart leaped at the sight. His lips curled into a soft smile as he recognized her. Slowly, almost reverently, he approached her. The anticipation was overwhelming—he’d spent countless sleepless nights worrying about her, praying she was safe. Now, here she was."My Love," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He reached out, wrapping his strong arms around her. Those arms, so familiar, sent a jolt through Aleah. "I’ve missed you," he added,
"What are you doing out here?" Aleah’s soft voice broke the silence. She found Lucinda sitting outside, staring off into the distance."Just getting some air. Why are you here?" Lucinda asked, her tone distant and detached."I needed some fresh air too. I’ve been feeling a little suffocated," Aleah replied gently."You’re doing better now, aren’t you? So why haven’t you left yet?" Lucinda asked suddenly, her words sharp and unfiltered."Huh?" Aleah blinked, surprised by the shift in her tone. Lucinda’s bluntness caught her off guard."You don’t remember anything, sure, but you’re not helpless. Why don’t you go look for your family?" Lucinda said, frustration creeping into her voice."And where am I supposed to start? You know I have no clue!" Aleah shot back.Lucinda narrowed her eyes. "Maybe you’re just using your memory loss as an excuse to stick around here. Be honest—do you like