เข้าสู่ระบบAuthor's POVThe hot oil burns instantly, turning her skin an angry, blistering red.Chaos erupts across the entire pavilion as everyone stares at Ivy.Liam drops everything and rushes to his mate, pulling her toward the emergency sink with cold running water. “Fuck, I shouldn't have poured the hot chili oil into the jar until it cooled. I thought you knew I had."Ivy doesn't say a word as the pain causes tears to burn behind her lids. The wound is already healing, but because of how weak her wolf is, it's taking longer and she can feel every process.Meanwhile Amy limps after them, her eyes wide with manufactured horror, as tears already gathers in their depths. “Oh goddess, Ivy, I’m so sorry! My ankle gave out — I was only trying to help!” She grabs clean cloths and ice packs from a nearby station, fussing over Ivy with trembling hands while the judges and other couples crowd around in concern.While Liam is distracted, carefully cooling Ivy’s burns, Amy’s eyes flick to the abandon
Third POV Amy adjusts the pillow under her bandaged ankle and leans back against the couch in her hotel room, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. It has only been one day since the full moon run “accident,” and already everything is falling beautifully into place. Liam checks on her constantly, his Alpha instincts making him hover around her with concern every few hours. Even though Ivy tries to hide her suspicion behind polite smiles, Amy can still smell the distrust rolling off her in waves. But it doesn't matter to her anymore. Ivy's paranoia only makes Liam pity her (Kylie) more. In a few minutes, the second part of Amy's plan would begin unfolding and she can't wait. Right now, she closes her eyes and takes a much needed nap . Later that afternoon, she limps her way to the outdoor cooking pavilion, leaning heavily on the crutch they gave her. Liam and Ivy are already there, looking every bit the perfect honeymoon couple. Bitterness feels her chest, watching
Third POVThe evening air is warm and fragrant with salt and tropical flowers as Liam and I walk into the hotel’s open-air restaurant. String lights twinkle overhead, and soft music drifts from somewhere near the beach. For the first time since the lobby incident, I feel myself starting to relax. Liam’s hand rests on my lower back, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my dress.We’re halfway through appetizers when my gaze drifts across the room and lands on the familiar figure sitting by a small table near the window.Kylie Landon.She's staring down at her plate with such quiet sadness that my chest tightens. She looks… small and defeated despite her gorgeous red slip dress.Pity stirs in my heart as I stare at her. Earlier this afternoon, after that unsettling text, we’d spoken on the phone and honestly it had been a shockingly beautiful conversation.She’d been surprisingly warm, almost shy as she apologized for the lobby mix-up.When I admitted I thought she was someone e
IVY I watch her walk away, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wants to escape. That stride and tilt of her chin, the way her lips curled just slightly even while pretending to be polite... it’s Amy Foster. It has to be her. I lived with that snake for years so I know when she's pretending. Spinning around to face Liam, the hand he rests protectively on my lower back falls, but I don't pay it much attention. Instead, I grab Liam's hand and hold his gaze. His brow is furrowed, but not with the same alarm I feel. “Liam,” I say, trying to keep my voice calm, “please tell me you don’t actually believe that isn’t Amy.” He sighs softly, glancing in the direction she disappeared before looking back at me. “She looks a little like her, I’ll admit. They are pretty much the same height with a similar build. But two things you should think about. Amy Foster is unwell and shouldn't be able to travel. Two, if you look at their faces long enough, you'll see they don't look alike a
Third POV The flight to Isla del Sol leaves early the next morning and Amy barely makes it to the airport in time after spending the previous night carefully planning out her next moves. By the time the plane touches down on the small island airstrip, she's managed to push away all thoughts of Noah and focus on what really matters.Revenge.Melissa is waiting for her at the airport, leaning against a beat-up Jeep with her arms crossed and a disapproving expression on her face.Sunglasses shield Amy from the anger in her brown eyes."I still think this is a terrible idea," Melissa says by way of greeting, the sun highlighting her natural blonde curls. "And that hair is atrocious on you."Amy ignores her and throws her bag in the back seat. "You promised accommodation.""Yeah, and that's all I'm promising." Her friend takes off her sunglasses, holding it up by her tanktop. "I'm not getting involved in whatever you're planning, Amy. I don't want to be an accomplice to anything.""I'm n
AMYNoah's bloodshot eyes stare at Amy from the doorway and for a moment, she thinks this is it. He saw her stealing his money. He's going to call the police or worse, use his Alpha authority to make her regret ever stepping foot in his house.But then his gaze slides past her to the open safe, lingering there for a second before returning to her face with an expression that's more confused than angry."Amy?" His voice is rough, slurred at the edges. "What are you doing here?"Amy's mind races, calculating her next move.She needs to get out of here and she'll be damned if she leaves this handbag containing all the thousands of dollars that doesn't belong to her. But before she can act, she needs to know if he saw what she'd been doing."How...How long have you been standing there for?" She finally asks, using the meek voice that always wrapped Noah around her finger.The Alpha was always desperate to be someone's savior which is why that pathetic act never had him suspicious.She







