LOGINAsaI might have heard wrong. Maybe I'm finally losing my mind with everything that has happened. Who can blame me, right?But then the doctor repeats it."Ah, yes. Six weeks, to be precise."He flips through his clipboard as if looking for anything he missed. He looks up, seemingly now just noticing the tension."I'm guessing you didn't know?"He directs the question at me. I shake my head. My hand instinctively moves to my stomach. Kirill follows the motion. I lift my head, putting on a brave face—contrast to the mixed feelings fighting inside me.He makes his way toward me, and I instinctively back away. He stops for a second, and a look so crosses his face and it's so strange it makes my heart ache. But I don't give him the satisfaction of seeing he can still affect me.He continues his way to me and sits in the chair beside the bed. I fold my arms and try to look away—but fail. I end up looking into those eyes again. And for a second, none of the past weeks have happened. We are
AsaOkay, so maybe I didn't think this through.No, I definitely didn't think this through. But it's too late now. Because just when I'm about to hang up, a voice comes from the other side."I'm glad you called. Maybe you can talk some sense into your boss's stubborn ass. Because he is refusing to rest nor see the doctor even after being shot."The annoyance in his voice is hard to miss.I quickly hang up the phone. Mostly because I don't know how to react to that.Someone shot him. But why is he okay? No. I don't care. I hope he dies. But somehow, even the thought of that makes my chest hurt."What happened to him? Who shot him?" I ask, looking at Sam."And why isn't he seeing a doctor or resting if he's hurt?"Sam sighs. "You really want to know?""Would I ask you if I didn't?""Mmm. Makes sense."I roll my eyes at his stupidity."Well, he feels like he ain't already suffering enough. He wants to punish himself for what he did to you.""Well, good. Hope he dies. And he shouldn't thi
AsaThe day started fucked up. Like every other day since that cursed day—or rather, since I left him. If the insomnia caused by the nightmares of him haunting my dreams says anything.But today specifically, it's this man sitting in front of me, looking at me like I'm some pitiful kid."Look, Asa. If you have issues at home, or something bad is happening to you, you can talk to someone. We have professionals in the school that can help you."Well, the only issue we're gonna have is me bashing those teeth of his in for assuming my parents are somehow abusing me. But I don't say that. Instead, I put on my charming smile."I'm really fine, Mr. Jackson."I reassure him. But he doesn't really seem to believe me, as he continues."If you were forced in any way to live—to take pills in order to hide that you are—"He coughs to avoid saying Omega, and gestures to me to speak. But I look at him until he's squirming in his chair. So I decide to put him out of his misery."Don't worry, sir. No
Asa I turn around and Sam almost bumps into me. "How long will you keep following me?" They look each other in the eyes. I roll my eyes and continue walking. I've mostly ignored them these past few days when they followed me everywhere. But that was only because it had only been Sam. Now this pretty Omega named Kane has joined the club. And I'm definitely not jealous that there is someone this beautiful and highly skilled next to Kirill. And I know he is skilled. Not because I was spying on them. No. I just accidentally stumbled into him kicking Sam's ass in their morning training routine or whatever shit they call it. We head to their car—because they deemed mine unsafe because it's not bulletproof or some shit. And as controlling as it all seems to me, I let them have their way because I hadn't wanted to argue at the time. But now I'm missing my car. We go for a drive around the neighbourhood just to get out of the house for air. I prefer to walk, but again they won't allow m
AsaI always knew this day would come. I just never thought about how it would actually be when it finally did. And now, as Sam drives me back to my parents' place, I'm thinking about how my father is going to take the news. Hug me and tell me it's okay, probably. While Mom just cries and tells me I'm still her baby no matter what. Also a possibility."Kid." Sam clears his throat from the driver's seat, stealing glances at me."You okay?"He says it sounding like he actually means it. But he's also been lying to me too, so I can't really say for sure."You were that PI I paid to get information on him, right?" I ask instead of answering, looking at him and daring him to lie to me."You said it was which house again?" he mutters and I scoff at his attempt to change the topic. Sam parks the car outside, and I open the door to get out. He does the same. I fold my arms and look at him."What?" he asks, looking genuinely confused."Are you gonna follow me everywhere?""Of course. My instru
KirillI gather Asa into my arms and head downstairs.Bodies line the floor—some our men, but mostly Viktor's. Even Ana and Sam are covered in blood. Theirs or others', I'm not sure.When I get to Sam, he looks at Asa."Is he okay?" he asks, genuine concern lacing his voice."I don't know," I say, my voice not quite sounding the way I'd like. "That motherfucker Viktor is upstairs. Take him and make sure not to kill him. He needs to suffer for at least a week for what he did before I rip his head off his shoulders."Anastasia looks at me. Then sighs."As much as I want to kill him too, you know we can't do that, right? It will give them the reason they've been looking for to push you out of that seat. You know that.""Well, I don't give a fuck what they do. They come after what I love and the consequences will be severe. So I don't care about anything.""What you love?" Ana scoffs. "You are unbelievable. You do remember that he was there when they did that to her, right?"I don't answe







