MasukDebbie."Exactly," Rain said, jaw clenched. "If a doctor runs a deep scan, or if he needs a blood transfusion, the lie falls apart. Our blood is a mess of chemicals and altered genes. If the pack finds out our blood doesn't truly match the Grand Alpha’s core, we’re dead. Every single one of us. We can't.""We can't afford another test," River added. "We’ve spent two years living a lie, playing the part of the devoted sons. One mistake, one hospital visit, and it could all burn."I sat in silence for a long time. The ticking of the clock on the wall was the only sound in this large room.My life was a lie. The place I thought was home was, in fact, a nest of spies."And me?" I asked, my voice small and hollow. "How does this have to do with me? Why am I in the middle of this?"At that point, I watched Rain look at River. "I’ll leave this one to you, River," he said quietly. "You’re in a better place to say it."River cleared his throat, but he wouldn't look me in the eye. "The Boss wan
Debbie I stood in the center of the foyer, my feet planted firmly on the cold floor. My heart was a drum, beating in rhythm of undilutable rage. I watched them—Rain and River—as they stood on the stairs, looking down at me like two guilty children caught in a lie. But this wasn't a small lie. This was a grave lie."Start talking," I whispered again. My voice small but enough to just fill the room. "Now!"Rain looked at River. It was a long, heavy look. I saw the hesitation in his eyes, the way his jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to run, but there was nowhere left to go. The house was a cage, and I was the one holding the key."Let her calm down, Rain," River whispered, his voice smooth but hollow. He looked at me, his eyes dark. "Debbie, please. Just… come and sit. We will explain. We will tell you everything.""Explain?" I let out a harsh, jagged laugh. "Yes. Please do. Start. Start explaining the blood on my hands? The dead men at the gate. I want to hear how this mess make
"Dose him again," River said, his voice cold with a hollow, dead desperation. "There’s no more in the vial!" Rain screamed, shaking the empty glass and throwing it against the wall where it shattered into a thousand diamonds. "There’s only the leftovers in the other syringes. The ones from before!" "Then use those! I don't care if it's dirty! Use anything!" River was hysterical now, grabbing Rain by the collar and shaking him. Rain grabbed another syringe, draining every last drop from the small bottles they had in the room, frantically sucking up the dregs. He didn't even clean the skin. He just stabbed. Two doses. Three. The couch was a mess of discarded plastic and blood. "What are you doing?" I asked, horrified, trying to pull Rain's hand back. "You’re going to overdose him!" "There is no other option, Debbie! None! I’d rather have a dead brother than let him suffer like this!" Rain was crying too, his jaw so tight his teeth might break. He grunted. "Rex! Wake up! Wake up, m
Debbie "What do you mean by no!” I asked, my hand pausing from retrieving my phone. “We have to take him to the hospital! Now!" I screamed, my voice cracking like a whip in the silent, bloody courtyard. I looked at the red pool expanding on the white stone, soaking into the grout, turning the luxury of the mansion into a butcher shop. "He’s dying! Look at him! Look at his eyes!" Rain didn't even look up. He was cradling Rex’s head against his chest, his own designer shirt ruined, his hands slick with his brother’s blood. "No. No hospitals, Debbie. We can’t. If we go to a hospital, we’re as good as dead." "What do you mean you can’t?" I knelt in the sticky blood, grabbing Rain’s shoulder and shaking him until his head lolled. "He is vomiting his own life out! His lungs are rattling, Rain! Whatever that man did to him is clearly killing him. Do you want him to die right here? Are you that afraid of your filthy secret that you'll let your brother rot on the floor?" "Debbie, it's too
DebbieI let out a harsh, broken laugh, the sound tearing painfully out of my chest. It echoed in the empty room. "Take me with you? After you practically waited for the destruction of my marriage? After you lied about every single thing? You think I’d go anywhere with people who inject themselves with god-knows-what just to stay alive? You’re disgusting!""Debbie, look at us," Rain pleaded. His eyes were red, filled with a desperate kind of pain. "We are dying in this house. That man... he owns us. We were just trying to survive." For a moment, I paused, my breath catching in my throat. I could feel my hands trembling slightly.That man — he owns us. The word rang again and again in my ears. He owned them, like they were nothing more than property. It made my stomach twist with anger and fear.What did they mean? I mean, I saw it, they didn't have a say over this man. They were like slaves. They looked nothing like the sons of the great alpha of Dark-Hearts, nothing like the proud me
Debbie I stood behind the heavy velvet curtains, my fingers digging into the fabric so hard my nails pierced the weave. My heart wasn’t just beating; it was slamming wildly and uncontrollably against my ribs, trying to break free from the horror I was witnessing. The air in the room felt like it had been replaced with poison. Through the tiny crack in the curtains, I had seen it all. I had seen the lifeless bodies of the guards outside—men I saw every morning, men who had families. Who greeted me every time I came here with enthusiasm in their faces. Dead. Still. Motionless. But that was not all. I had seen the slap that nearly took Rain’s head off, from that man called the boss. I had seen the needles, the stifled sniffs they had used to pierce them. And whatever the content was, I didn't know. I couldn't even guess. But it was these that were killing me. These moments. These realizations. It was these words. That my ears had heard. Words that refused to fade. “I’ve planted enou
RiverThe room was quiet. The only sound was the soft rhythm of Debbie’s breathing as she slept. I was sitting on the edge of the bed. My mind was racing. Then I heard it.A faint click.Someone was unlocking the door from the outside.I didn't panic. At least not yet. But somehow my mind was doing
Debbie I didn't even have to look through the peephole. When the knock came, the scent hit me before the door was even fully open.It was River.I opened the door, and he was standing there, looking a bit like a dog in the cold.I was still wrapped in my robe, my skin glowing and damp from the bat
DebbieThe sun was barely up when we gathered in the lobby. I felt a strange mix of emotions—the lingering heat of the night with River and the sharp, cold memory of Julius’s face on the floor.Who would have thought? Who? It was high time I really learned not to judge people by the look on their f
RiverI was seated there with my jaw clenched so tight it felt like my teeth were going to shatter.Julius stood there, his hand stretched out toward Debbie like he was offering her the world. He had that smug, confident smirk on his face—the kind of look a man wears when he knows he’s pushing your







