17.Ivy's POV As soon as the front door shut behind him, my entire body screamed for release. The tension in my shoulders, the tightness in my chest. I wanted to collapse right there in the hallway, sink to the floor, and let the exhaustion swallow me whole. I barely had a second to steady my breathing before my mother’s voice cut through the silence behind me.“He’s really something, isn’t he?”I turned with a smile on instinct.“Yeah,” I said, forcing the word out.Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she stepped closer, practically vibrating with enthusiasm. “I knew something was up, Ivy. You’ve been so secretive lately, and now I know why!”Before I could react, she reached forward and grabbed my hands, squeezing them between her own. Her warmth should have been comforting, but it only made me feel more trapped.“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” she gushed. “My daughter, the little bookworm, finally dating? I never thought I’d see the day.”I swallowed hard, nodding along, pr
18.Brandon’s POVSomething about Ivy’s relationship with Demi didn’t sit right with me.I noticed it when Demi started making them sit at our table during lunch, always keeping her tucked under his arm, right next to him, like she was some kind of accessory. And Ivy always sat there, stiff and silent, barely touching her food.The way her shoulders were always tense, like she was bracing herself for something. The way she flinched when Demi touched her, even when it was just a hand on her arm or a brush of his fingers against her neck.The way she never laughed anymore.Not that she was ever loud or outspoken before, but at least she used to exist in a space without looking like she wanted to disappear.And yet, week after week, she was still there. Sitting beside him. Quiet. Uncomfortable. Trapped.When I actually asked her about it, she tensed so fast, so obvious, like I’d just caught her off guard. Then came the hesitation, the brief flicker of something behind her eyes before she
19.Brandon's POV.The image of what Demi did to Ivy wasn't out of my head yet, and I hated it.I should have been happy that someone else was making Ivy’s life miserable. As a human, she deserved it. If anyone was going to make her life hell, it should be me and me alone.But somehow, watching Demi do it didn’t feel right. It pissed me off in a way I couldn’t explain, like someone was taking something that belonged to me. I had never been a fan of sharing.She hadn’t been the same since that night during dinner. Not that she had ever been confident around Demi, but it was worse now. She was constantly looking over her shoulder, barely speaking. She jumped at the smallest sounds, flinched when someone called her name too suddenly. It was pathetic. And it made it way too obvious that something was wrong.Even her Mom noticed.I had come down to the living room and saw Ivy. She sat there at the dining area with her Mom. They seemed to have been discussing something.Her fingers curled
20.Ivy's POV.I can’t do this.The thought circled in my head like a vulture as I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection.My face was pale, my lips pressed into a thin line, my eyes dull and tired. I barely recognized myself anymore.I had done exactly what Demi wanted.The lingerie was already on, delicate and lacy against my skin, hidden beneath my clothes. But it felt like a second layer of shame, wrapping itself around me, suffocating me.I ran my hands down my thighs, pressing out imaginary creases in my jeans, but the movement did nothing to ease the tightness in my chest. My stomach churned, and the thought of what I was about to do made my skin crawl.Then, as if on cue, my phone vibrated on the dresser. I swallowed hard, already knowing who it was.I picked it up, my hands clammy as I read the message.Demi: It’s finally the day.Demi: Don’t even think about chickening out.Demi: Unless you want your mother and the whole school to know what you’ve been up to.
21.Ivy's POV I sat frozen in my seat as Jackie’s words echoed in my head.Demi overdosed on Saturday. Reports have it that he’s brain dead.I blinked at her, my brain struggling to process the sentence. “What?”Jackie sighed, rubbing her temples. “I said—”“No, I heard you,” I cut in quickly, my voice sharper than I intended. “I just… I don’t believe it.”Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Why would I lie about something like this?”I had no answer to that.Before I could say anything else, the classroom door opened, and our teacher walked in. His usual serious expression was even graver than normal, his lips pressed into a thin line.“I have an announcement,” he said, setting his papers down on the desk. “And unfortunately, not a good one.”The class fell silent instantly.“Over the weekend, one of our students, Demi, was admitted to the hospital after an overdose,” he continued, his voice solemn. “And he is currently brain dead.”A murmur rippled through the room. Gasps and hushed whisper
Ivy's POV Brandon’s slow, deliberate clapping filled the room, each sharp sound making my stomach churn. He was smirking like he’d just won a game I didn’t even know I was playing. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, with something dark and entertained, like he was savoring the moment.“Wow, Ivy,” he drawled, shaking his head with mock admiration. “Who would’ve thought? The prim and proper Ivy has this side to her.”My throat felt tight. My entire body was frozen in place, my pulse hammering so loudly in my ears that I barely registered my own shaky breaths. I didn’t want to look, I shouldn’t look, but my eyes betrayed me, flickering to the wall where it was all laid out.Photographs. Screenshots. Undeniable proof of what I had done.My secrets, my lies, my worst nightmares, taped up like some grotesque art exhibition for him to enjoy.I felt like I was going to throw up.Brandon took a slow step forward, his smirk widening as his sharp gaze traced every humiliating detail spread acr
23.Brandon's POV.As Ivy lost consciousness, I carried her up the stairs, adjusting her weight effortlessly in my arms. She was lighter than I expected, and her body was slack and warm against mine. Her head lolled slightly against my chest, and a faint sigh escaped her lips. Soft, almost content.Carefully, I laid her down on the bed, taking extra care as I pulled the blanket over her. And I stood there, staring down at her.Her face was peaceful, framed by dark waves of hair that fanned out over my arm. Her long lashes brushed against the curve of her cheek, and her lips. Christ, her lips, were parted just slightly, as if inviting something they weren’t even aware of.She looked different like this. Very peaceful.Just Ivy. Just a human.And I couldn’t look away.My pulse thrummed in my ears, an unfamiliar heat settling in my chest. I told myself it was nothing. Just an observation. But it didn't feel like nothing.I let my fingers brush against the soft strands of her hair, pushin
Ivy's POV.The party was perfect.With loud music pulsing through the house like a heartbeat, the air was thick with energy and the scent of sweat, perfume, and alcohol. People filled every available space. Amari had truly outdone herself, and I knew she was ecstatic about it. I should have been too. After all, I had helped plan this.But I wasn’t.Instead, I was stuck in my own head, completely bored out of my mind and detached from everything around me.I leaned against the wall, staring blankly at my untouched drink. The red plastic cup sat between my hands, growing warm from my grip. Around me, people laughed, shouted over the music, moved in waves that never stopped. I wasn’t really seeing them. My mind was elsewhere.I’d told Amari that parties weren’t my thing, and that I wasn’t in the mood, that I had a million other excuses lined up to avoid it. Even using Demi's unfortunate condition as one excuse.But she didn't listen. She dragged me here and practically threatened to ti
Ivy's POV When I regained my senses, the first thing I felt was something foreign, and strange inside me, deeply tied to Brandon. I couldn’t explain it, but it clung to every part of me. I staggered a bit, clutching my head as flashes of what just happened flickered across my mind.I didn’t know what it was, and I didn't care what it was. All I know is that I launched myself toward him, fury coursing through every vein in my body. But before I could land a single blow, his hand shot out and caught my wrist with infuriating ease and held it firmly.“Save all that energy, Ivy,” he said coolly, his eyes boring into mine. “You’ll need it for your Luna duties.”I yanked at my arm immediately, trying to break free, but his hold didn’t budge. It was like trying to pull against a steel trap. "You're insane," I spat, my voice shaking more from rage than fear.I glared up at him, heart pounding against my ribs, my entire body thrumming with whatever had just happened.It made my head foggy, l
124Brandon's POV I woke up to pain so sharp that every muscle in my body seized at once, locking me down against where I lay. My chest burned, and for a moment all I could do was stare up at the ceiling, blinking hard against the haze clouding my vision.Through the blur, a face appeared above me. Agatha. Her brows were furrowed deep with worry, her hands moving frantically over my chest where the knife had gone in."Why aren't you healing?" she snapped, her voice tight with panic. Her hands hovered over me uselessly like she wanted to do something but didn't know what.I tried to answer, but all that came out was a groan.I gritted my teeth, forcing my throat to work. "It's my wolf," I rasped out finally, my voice sounding rough and broken even to my own ears. "He's angry at me... because of Ivy."The pain was still dealing with me, but I forced myself to lift my head a little, following Agatha’s quick glance over her shoulder.And there she was being held back by Zelia with wild
Ivy’s POV Five years ago, everything I knew was ripped out from under me. And not in some slow, creeping way you have time to prepare for. No, it happened in one cruel, brutal instant.My mom was gone, just like that.The one person who had always stood by me, who had never once let me down or left me to face the world alone was murdered by the boy I had trusted. The one I thought would protect me. The one I thought loved me.He killed her.That night, I lost everything. My mother, my trust, my home, my future. And honestly, I think I lost myself too.I died that night too. And not just physically. In all ways one could think of.But a good Samaritan saved me. She took me away from the city, nursed me back to health and she gave me a name.Chloe.To keep me from the people that might still have wanted me dead at that time.So I became Chloe.I stayed far from the cities and the noise and the people. Always kept my head down. Tried to fight the nightmares that never really stopped.Bu
Brandon’s POV The longest, most arduous five years of my life.Every second of it, I had to play dumb. I had to act broken, let them see what they wanted to see, a shattered shell of an Alpha who had nothing left to fight for. I played stupid. I played drunk. I let them think they had crushed me, chained me, molded me into their puppet. Let them think they had won.But now?Now, it was finally over.And it was worth it. Every minute. Every second of swallowing my pride, and being humiliated.I found out all their plans, thanks to Amari. And killed Helga, the only sorceress that could do the black ritual.And now, the army Liam and I had been gathering in secret, hunted down the Beta and his loyalists like prey, and dragged them down into the underground cells, stripped of their power, rotting in the dark where no magic, and no one could save them.For those five long years, I had been searching secretly for the sorceress who could undo the black bond forced onto me.Until we finally
Amari's POVI panted softly, trying to catch my breath as Brandon rolled off me, his arm flopping down beside mine on the bed. The sheets were tangled around our legs, sticking to our damp skin. This was the first time after the last time we had sex, but all I felt was a strange, hollow feeling amidst the pleasure.It felt like I wasn’t fully there. Like I was watching myself from somewhere outside of my body, detached and floating. The whole thing had felt so distant, as if my body was going through the motions without my heart being anywhere in it.Still, I clung to the tiny thread of hope inside me.It didn’t matter how it felt. What mattered was that it happened. After all these years of chasing him, begging for scraps of his attention, humiliating myself again and again just to get a fraction of what he used to give her, this meant something more now.He was finally starting to see me.Brandon’s breathing was steady against the back of my neck, his arm thrown lazily over my wais
Amari's POVArlena kept begging.Her voice was raw from too many screams, too many desperate cries. She clawed at the filthy floor with shaking hands, her tears leaving streaks across her hollow cheeks.“Please,” she sobbed, her whole body trembling, “please. Not them. Please, not them.”She sounded broken. Shattered into pieces so small she couldn’t even gather herself anymore.But my father stood there, unmoved. His arms folded neatly across his chest. His face didn’t so much as twitch at her cries.“Do it,” he said again, his voice sharp enough to cut through steel. “Now.”There was no emotion in it. Just a cold, demanding order.Arlena shook so hard I thought she might collapse again. But somehow, she forced herself to move. She wiped the back of her shaking hand across her face, smearing dirt and tears across her skin, and pushed herself up onto her knees.Her mouth opened, and a low, broken chant spilled out.The very air around us shifted. The walls seemed to pulse in rhythm wi
Amari's POVI wasn’t even sure when things started to change between us. It had been slow and gradual. But it was there now, clear as day. He treated me differently. He spoke to me not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He listened, and I mean really listened. He laughed when I told a joke and even remembered little things I said, things I didn’t think he cared about. And it was all starting to make me feel something I didn’t expect.Hope.I stood by the window, arms folded lightly over my chest, eyes fixed on Brandon down in the courtyard. He was practicing archery again. His stance was solid and his movements were smooth.Every arrow he shot sliced through the air and each one landed dead center which made him look ten times more attractive than he already was.I think I was starting to get lucky.“Are you falling in love with him now?”I turned sharply at the voice, and all the warmth drained out of me in an instant.My father stood in the doorway. Arms crossed, jaw tig
Amari's POVDays passed, and little by little, I started to notice a change in Brandon. It wasn’t anything dramatic or obvious, not at first. But it was there, subtle, and almost easy to miss if you weren’t looking closely. But I was. I always was.I saw it in how he started being with Bella.It used to be that he barely acknowledged her, only offering her the occasional distracted nod or completely ignored her. But now? He actually paid attention. He went out into the garden with her in the mornings, letting her chatter endlessly about the bugs she’d found or how high she could jump. He started teaching her archery. At first, he just showed her how to hold the bow properly, but then I saw him actually crouch beside her, correcting her stance gently, patiently.Bella adored him. She always had, but now it was like she was getting the version of him she’d always deserved. And he was trying. For her. For once, it looked like he was actually trying to be a father.Even at dinner, he di
Amari's POVI screamed.It came from somewhere deep and full of everything I’d been holding in for far too long. I didn’t even think before I grabbed the vase and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a hard, cracking sound, exploding into pieces that rained down like glass rain, sharp and glittering.I didn’t stop there.The table next to me, decorated just this morning with fresh flowers, went flying too. I kicked it hard, sending it crashing to the floor, the wood cracking with a split that echoed around the room.The lamp followed, my hand curling around the base before I smashed it down onto the floor with enough force to make it shatter.Then the photo frame.That one made me pause for a split second, just long enough to see the smiling faces frozen behind the glass. Me, Brandon and Bella. I didn’t care. I threw it with even more force than the others. It hit the wall and shattered, glass and photo separating mid-air, falling in different directions.Six years.Six f