Masuk"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
Rain"I have been faithful to you for two years, Boss," I whispered. "I’ve done everything you asked. I’ve moved the essence. I endangered my life.I had to drive the moon essence once myself through a storm just to deliver your batch,” I reminded him. “There is just a problem right now. It's the pack, not me."The Boss let out a short, dry laugh. He turned to one of the men standing in the shadows behind him."Can you see the audacity of this midget?" the Boss asked. He pointed at me like I was a circus animal. "Do you see this thing? Reminding me of the sacrifices he thinks he made for me?"He turned back to me, his face turning red with rage. He started vibrating with anger."Do you boys remember that we have just three weeks?" he shouted. He leaned into my face. "Three fucking weeks! In three weeks, you leave this hellhole! In three weeks, we are done here! And you decide to mess up my timeline with silly excuses!?"Silence."The coronation!" he screamed. "It’s happening in three
RainThe car tires crunched on the gravel as we pulled up to the main gate of the mansion. My heart was already thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. Usually, the guards would stand tall, salute, and open the gate with a nod. Not today.This place was calm. Not that it always made me want to worry, but this time was different. This was the kind of calm that was almost eerie. Ringing bells of trouble."Look," River whispered. His voice was thin.I looked.And my stomach turned over. Right at the entrance, three of our best guards were slumped against the stone wall. Their necks were twisted at angles that weren't natural. Lifeless.Fuck!We drove further in, toward the inner courtyard. Four more men were sprawled across the grass. Seven dead. Just like that. No alarm. No struggle. Just silence.Boss.This was his handiwork. He had done this before. The last time he came visiting impromptu like this.He knew his face must not be seen in Dark-hearts yet, he maneuvered his way int
DebbieI woke up with the sun streaming through the window, feeling a lightness in my chest that I hadn't felt in years.The night before with Black had changed something. His apology, his tears — even though he didn't explicitly cry, I could still feel it.And then there was his promise of a fresh
DebbieRain didn’t waste a single second. He pushed me back against the cold wall of the cave. I felt the sharp contrast of the freezing stone on my back and his burning heat in front of me. He lifted my leg high, locking it over his hip, and surged into me with a force that made my head snap back.
Debbie.I didn't even wait a second. I held my phone with shaking fingers and bolted out of my room. My heart was thumping so hard I thought it would burst through my chest. The image of the video was burned into my mind. The sounds, the shadows—it was all there.I pounded on Rain’s door. He opened
Debbie.The lobby was dead quiet as Black stayed there on one knee. I felt like the world had stopped moving. Everyone was watching us—the staff, the other guests, and most importantly, his brothers. I looked at River and Rain. My heart was thumping against my ribs. They both looked back at me, the







