LOGINDavian.I was more than shocked to see Melissa. For a moment, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Those idiots, those arrogant, blind fools had told me she was dead. I had believed them. I had carried that truth like a weight on my chest for years.Yet, Melissa had been here, alive, sound and healthy, standing right in front of me. It felt unreal, like something out of a dream I had long buried. My eyes stayed fixed on her, afraid that if I looked away even for a second, she would disappear again.Seeing her like this… whole, breathing, more beautiful than I remembered, it did something to me, something dangerous.I had tried so hard to suppress my feelings for her over the years. Tried to bury them beneath duty, pride, distance… anything that would keep me from thinking about what could never be.Because out of nowhere, she was suddenly married to those useless, blind, undeserving fools who didn’t even value her.The thought alone made my jaw tighten.They had her a
Melissa.“Come on, Melissa, there’s no need to act all tough now. It’s just the two of us here.”Amelia’s voice came out soft, almost playful, as she pouted her lips like an innocent doll. The expression would have fooled anyone else as it always did but not me.Not even for the slightest bit.I stared at her, my patience already worn thin, my body still tense from everything that had happened earlier.“What exactly do you want, Amelia?” I muttered, my tone flat, unimpressed. “I’m not in for your drama right now.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something amusing, something entertaining.“Well,” she began slowly, her lips curling into a faint smile, “five years ago… did you like the accusation you received for my sake?”The question hit like a slap.My eyes darkened instantly, and I shot her a deadly glare, one that would have made anyone else step back.But Amelia?She didn’t even flinch.“Of course I knew you weren’t poisoned, moron,” I snapped, my voice laced
MELISSA.I really didn’t know what to say to Davian.My mind was a mess, memories, emotions, questions—all crashing into each other at once. A part of me wanted to ask him everything. Another part wanted to pretend none of this was happening.But I couldn’t just stand there in silence either. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.“Do you two know each other?” I asked, my gaze shifting between them, though my question was directed more toward Louis.Louis pushed himself off the wall, his posture straightening as his hands slipped casually into his pockets.“Yes, we do,” he replied.There was something in his tone—calm, but measured.“Of course, Melissa,” Davian added almost immediately, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he looked at me. “We’re close buddies.”Close buddies?I blinked, trying to process that piece of information, but before I could say anything, his expression changed.The smile faded.Replaced by something more serious.More searching.“What exact
Melissa.I stormed into the kitchen, letting the cool air hit my flushed face, Louis trailing quietly behind me. My legs were still buzzing from the chaos outside, from the tangle with Cain, Cypril, and the unrelenting tension that had clawed at me all day. I didn’t care about anything right now—I just needed water.I grabbed the nearest bottle, twisting the cap off and tilting it back. The icy liquid poured down my throat, filling me with a sudden rush of relief. I gulped it all in one go, not even bothering to pause for breath, and when the last drop disappeared, I let out a long, satisfied sigh.“Ooopsss, that’s refreshing,” I said finally, lowering the bottle and flashing Louis a mischievous smile. My teeth gleamed in the dim kitchen light, perfect and white, and for a moment I felt a flicker of lightness creep into my exhausted mood.“Come on, Melissa, stop smiling at me that way,” Louis said, leaning lazily against the counter. His shirt clung to his shoulders and chest in all
CHAPTER 91: SMART.Melissa.I rolled my eyes the moment Amelia came into full view.Of course. The drama queen had arrived. The air itself seemed to shift, as though her presence alone could pull tension from every corner and twist it into something messy, something unavoidable. I knew, immediately, that things were about to take a drastic turn.Cain, who had been holding me close moments before, instantly released his grip on my waist. The sudden absence of his warmth left a small, hollow ache behind, and I pulled away from him just as quickly, instinctively trying to hide the way my body had betrayed me, hardened nipples pressing against the fabric, unwanted evidence of sensation I didn’t want anyone to see.Hell with it.Hell with the way my body kept reacting to their touch, no matter how much I tried to control it. I couldn’t help the memory that flared unbidden, that reminded me of the earth-shattering climax Cypril had given me five years ago. The memory made my chest tighten a
Melissa.“And what makes you think we would do that?”The voices came at the same time, cold, firm and unyielding. I didn’t need to turn immediately to know who they belonged to.But I did anyway, slowly and deliberately.Cain and Caleb stood a few steps behind Cypril, their presence filling the space like a storm that had been waiting for the right moment to strike.Of course.They couldn’t stay away.A scoff slipped from my lips as I shifted my attention fully to them.“Tell me,” I said, my voice calm but edged with steel, “what exactly is stopping you from doing so… Mr. Stone?”The title landed just as sharply as before and just like Cypril they reacted…only slightly, as there was a flicker in their expressions—a brief pause.Something unspoken passed between them and then it was gone, masked and controlled.As if it never happened.Cain’s gaze hardened, his jaw tightening as he stepped forward just enough to close the distance between us.“Are you that eager?” he asked instead, hi
Melissa.“Alpha Cain!” I managed to cry out, my voice breaking as desperation clawed at my throat. “Please… don’t do this. I swear I won’t run away anymore. Please!”Cain slowly turned to face me, his lips curving into a sly, knowing smirk that sent a chill straight down my spine. His eyes held no
Melissa.I opened my eyes slowly, my lashes heavy, my body stiff, and the first thing that greeted me was the weight in my chest. It pressed down on me before I was fully awake, as if my heart remembered what my mind was still trying to escape.The day I dreaded the most was finally here.Light fil
Melissa.The shame was unbearable.It clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, pressing down on my chest until each breath felt like punishment. As I stepped down from the podium, the weight of the crown bore into my scalp, no longer a symbol of honor but a constant reminder of my dis
Melissa.The sharp crack split the air the moment I stepped into the perimeter of the dungeon, and I knew that sound too well. It was the unmistakable snap of a whip slicing through space before meeting flesh. My breath hitched instantly, my feet slowing on instinct as dread crawled up my spine.I







