LOGINEira’s POVRoman left thinking I had fallen asleep, but I hadn’t. I was waiting for him to fall asleep or leave.Just as he left and the room grew quiet, I turned toward the bedside table, my eyes finding the photo frame."Alice..." My voice trembled as the tears already gathered in my eyes. "How much I want to come to you—but I can’t."My fingers brushed over the glass, lingering on her face."Lucian says it wasn’t my fault, but how can I forget? It was my hand that pulled the trigger. I was the one who shot you. No matter what they tell me, that truth will never leave me. I just want to come to you. I’m so tired, Alice. Truly tired. I don’t know what else to do anymore. There’s nothing left inside me. All I have is hate and bitterness, and I fear it will consume your brothers—the very men you loved so dearly. I hate them, Alice, I hate them so much... but I don’t wish them harm, because it would hurt you."I pressed my fingers against the frame, as though the touch could bridge the
Roman’s POVThe pets had all settled into their places for the night. Vixen curled up in her newly gifted bed, Fluffy nestled faithfully beside her, and the little hamster, round with overeating, lay sprawled in the small basket I had brought him in, sleeping as though he were dead to the world.We headed to my room. Though we had the guest room ready—the one she stayed in when we first brought her here—the fear of leaving her alone and her ending up doing something to herself didn’t allow us to keep her there. We settled that she was going to stay in my room, as she was more comfortable with me, and I had marked her as well.Once inside the room, I didn’t really know how to go about it. But I decided it was time to take a step ahead, at least one step at a time.She sat at the edge of the bed, her attention fixed on the photograph Lucian had gifted her. The frame rested lightly in her hands, her gaze distant yet intent."It will look perfect on the bedside table," I told her as I sat
Lucian’s POV"You were busy cooking this?" I asked, disbelief flickering across his face.Jason only gave a low hum, making no display of pride, as if he had not just created something remarkable. Calmly, he portioned the food into six dishes and handed them around, one by one.But one dish he carried with his own hands, setting it directly before Eira. "This is for you."We all watched in silence. So this was his gift—something far more meaningful than any trinket. A dish she loved dearly, one she had once hoped to learn from our mother, Jennifer. It was the meal our mother always prepared on the day after the Moon Festival. Yet Jason had chosen to make it tonight. Perhaps he had struggled to decide what gift she might accept from him, but this—this was priceless.It showed his sincerity as it wasn’t the easy thing to make.Still, one question lingered in my mind. When had Jason learned to cook it? I had never once seen him learning from our mother.Jason returned to his seat, and a
Lucian’s POVThis bastard Roman. He was getting bold these days just because he could get closer to her easily and communicate with her.I wanted to punch him, but then someone disturbed my thought."Yeah, I suck, because I didn’t get anything for her," Rafe muttered, retrieving a dark bag he had tucked at the base of a tree. He carried it over to Eira.We all turned to watch.He opened the bag, and from it revealed a neatly crafted, soft, cozy, sleeping arrangement for the cat."This is for Vixen and her soon-to-be babies," he said to Eira. "It’ll keep them comfortable and warm instead of keeping them in your lap all the time. I am sure you won’t be able to accommodate them all once she gives birth."Eira’s eyes lingered on it before she lifted Vixen and placed her inside. The spoiled cat immediately curled into the bedding, purring, rolling happily against the softness. She was truly enjoying it like the little princess she was.Seeing Vixen so content, Eira had no reason to reject
Roman’s POVBy evening, everything had been arranged in the garden before the side house. Strings of lights hung from the trees and the eaves, glowing softly, casting warmth across the garden. The place carried the charm of a true home, cozy and welcoming, reminiscent of those past celebrations we once shared at Lucian and Jason’s estate.The sight stirred something deep in me, pulling me back to those happier days. I had never known a family of my own, but in their home I had found the closest thing to it. Jennifer had always been kind, her presence warm and inviting. For a moment, the memory of her smile returned to me, bittersweet.The barbecue was set outside, a bonfire blazing at the center, giving the night the spirit of a campfire gathering. A dining table had been laid nearby, draped with a fine cloth, set with flowers and polished crockery, everything arranged with quiet elegance.All of us were busy with something. Jason had insisted he would handle the cooking alone, yet we
Lucian’s POVWe reached the cemetery where Alice was resting in peace along with my mother, who had her grave next to Alice’s.It’s been over a month since I have been here. I wanted to, but with how things kept us busy after Eira once more entered our lives, I couldn’t make it here.Maybe it was my guilt that didn’t let me come. The guilt of not being able to punish the murderer of my sister, and the reason my mother lost her life. What would I have said to them? That while they were lying here, I was living with their murderer and somehow couldn’t bring myself to kill her. In fact, I was planning to fuck her.But now that I knew she was innocent, finally I could show my face to them.Roman helped her get out of the car as he held her hand. Stepping out of the car, she looked around the open cemetery with so many graves, surrounded by greenery.I picked up the flowers I had brought with me and signaled to Roman that I was going ahead and he could bring her.Roman hummed as I watched
Jason’s POVAfter Roman went to that bitch’s room and Kael went to his study, I looked at Lucian.Without saying a word to each other both of us walked towards the wooden stand in the drawing room that always had our trench coats hung on it and put them on.We were used to this wordless communicati
Jason’s POV"Sure," Luis replied, straightening with pride. "Yesterday, Alpha Roman visited, but I was on leave. He had to get the information from Kane." As Luis said that, he looked at Paul. "Where’s Kane?"Paul frowned slightly. "I haven’t seen him since he left with Alpha Roman. I’m not sure wh
Roman’s POV"What is it?" Kael asked, his gaze narrowing slightly."I’ll stay in the side house with her. Not here in this main house," I explained, my eyes drifting to the cozy structure visible through the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the drawing room.It wasn’t far. Just a few meters away, s
Jason’s POVThe next morning, I began preparing breakfast for all of us. With one more added to our number, I now had to cook for her as well.I sighed, helpless and irritated. J’ust for Roman’s sake, so he won’t lose his shit again. Otherwise, I wouldn’t lift a finger for that bitch.’I rummaged t







