Masuk“You have met him, but never had an official introduction with him,” Hector’s voice slithered through the room, sharp and deliberate.
Saraya froze mid-breath, her body trembling despite the chains cutting into her wrists. Every muscle screamed at her to run, to fight, to resist, but there was nowhere to go. Her mind was a whirlwind of terror and disbelief. Before she could fully grasp what he meant, the door swung open.
Mall:-“Mum, I’m hungly (hungry),” Zehaan whined, tugging gently at Saraya’s hand as they stood inside a brightly lit kids’ clothing store. His small face was scrunched in dramatic complaint, as if the world had personally betrayed him by not feeding him immediately.Saraya glanced down at him with an amused smile, holding up a tiny shirt against his frame before putting it back on the rack.“Let’s feed the hungry rats in your tummy,” she replied lightly, bending down to tickle his sides.“Ahh—Mum!” Zehaan burst into giggles, squirming away while still holding onto her hand tightly, as if even laughter couldn’t make him let go.His happiness was simple.Pure.
Later, after breakfast, the mansion slowly split into different currents of activity.Saraya left with Miah and Nicole, their footsteps echoing lightly through the hallway as they headed out for shopping. From the outside, it looked normal—almost peaceful. Three women laughing softly, discussing fabrics, colors, jewelry.Back at the mansion, Rafael stood in his study, his posture rigid, his expression unreadable.“Austin,” he called.The door opened a moment later, and Austin stepped inside.He immediately noticed the others already present—Alex leaning against the wall with crossed arms, Phoenix standing near the window, and Vidhant sitting casually on the couch, though the sharpness in his gaze gave away that he was anything but relaxed.The air felt… charged.Not hostile exactly.But heavy.Expectant.Rafael closed the door behind Austin with a soft click.For a moment, no
Rafael stepped out of the bathroom, the faint mist of steam following him into the room. The air outside felt colder, quieter… almost too still after everything that had just passed between them.He carefully set Saraya down on the floor, his hands lingering on her arms for a moment longer than necessary—as if he needed to make sure she was really there, really standing, really safe.Saraya didn’t move.She stood silently in front of him, her damp hair clinging to her face, her eyes fixed on him as though she was afraid he might disappear if she blinked.There was something fragile in her gaze.Something that hadn’t been there before.Or maybe it had… and he had just learned to recognize it now.Rafael lifted his hand slowly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers trembled ever so slightly, but his voice remained steady when he spoke.“Everything will be fine soon,&rdqu
Miah’s Room“How is this?” Miah asked, her voice carrying a mix of excitement and nervousness as she held up the wedding dress in front of herself.The soft fabric shimmered faintly under the warm lights of the room, delicate embroidery tracing along the sleeves like whispered promises.Nicole stepped closer, her fingers brushing gently over the sleeve.“It’s beautiful,” she said softly.Her touch lingered on the fabric for a moment longer than necessary, as if she could feel the weight of what that dress symbolized, love, commitment… and the uncertainty that always followed them.Miah smiled faintly, about to say something more when suddenly—Her expression shifted.
“I thought I’d meet you… and tell you everything,” Austin said after a long, heavy pause, his voice quieter now, like the weight of everything he had just confessed was finally settling into his bones. “But on the way… I saw Hector.”The name alone was enough to tighten every muscle in the room.Austin’s jaw clenched.“He was with Saraya.”Rafael’s head snapped up at that.For a second, just a second, the air shifted again, tension crackling like something about to snap.“I couldn’t control myself,” Austin admitted, his voice rough with restrained anger, guilt laced through every word. “Not after everything. Not after knowing what he’s done to her… w
“He is Austin, Rafael. But a vampire, not a werewolf,” Damon whispered directly into Rafael’s mind, his voice low, heavy, almost reluctant, as if even saying it out loud made it more real.Rafael stilled.For a fraction of a second, everything inside him seemed to stop, his breath, his thoughts, even the slow, steady rhythm of his heart. Then it all came crashing back at once.“What the…?” the words slipped out of his mouth, barely above a whisper.His gaze lifted, slow, disbelieving and landed on Austin.Austin was already looking at him.Not just looking… waiting.Rafael’s jaw tightened.“Hector told Honey Bee that you
“Why are you here?” Saraya asked, and Skylar gave her a warm smile in return.“You know, Saraya, why you are able to see the dead souls?” Skylar asked softly.
“No, it’s just…,” Saraya said hurriedly after seeing the sadness on Aadhira’s face, then took a deep breath. “I would love to call you mom because I’ve never got a chance to call my actual mother by this endearment,” Saraya mumbled and walked toward Aadhira.Aadhira became confused on hear
“Harry uncle,” Saraya called Harry, who was sitting in the passenger seat beside Vidhant.“Yes, dear?” Harry replied, turning slightly to look at her from the corner of his eye.“When you people made Phoenix understand about his happiness, then why not Miah?” Saraya asked, her voice soft yet curiou
"It means Skylar and Phoenix were mates?" Saraya asked, and Raf nodded his head. "We were special because we shifted at 14. Skylar was our childhood friend. Phoenix came to know after his shift that Skylar was his mate because she was human. So only Phoenix could able to know that she is his mate







