تسجيل الدخولMelissa.I was suddenly short on words the moment Cypril casually went to sit on the bed.For a second, I just stood there staring at him, completely aware of what he was trying to do. And the annoying part was….It was smart.I wasn’t a fool.Even if I somehow managed to drag Cain and Caleb together to one place—despite the insults they would throw at me, despite the teasing and endless arguments—I was absolutely certain of one thing.The moment I returned to get Cypril…He would disappear.I knew him too well.He would never stay put long enough for me to complete the rejection. He was clearly enjoying this twisted little game, and the smug look resting at the corner of his lips only confirmed it.My shoulders slacked slightly at the realization.For a brief moment, defeat settled heavily in my chest.But only for a moment.Because regardless of his tricks, regardless of how much they tried to avoid it…We were still going to break this bond.One way or another.And then suddenly, a th
Cypril.I thought she was bluffing.I mean…this is Melissa Copper we were talking about.The same Melissa who had always loved us despite everything. The same woman who stayed, endured, and chose us even when we gave her countless reasons not to.It was never a secret.If she hadn’t been labeled as unwanted from the very beginning, if circumstances had been different, gosh, I would have acknowledged the mate bond without hesitation.Call me names if you want—selfish, cruel, coward….Maybe I deserved all of it.But the moment I saw that fire five years ago, something inside me shattered completely. All the pride I had carefully built, all the ego, all the cold walls I hid behind, they crumbled instantly.And for the first time, I realized the truth.I had always wanted her.Maybe I had been too blind to admit it back then. Maybe I had buried the feelings so deeply beneath duty, expectations, and fear that I convinced myself they weren’t real.But they were.After five long years, I fin
Melissa.I was clearly pissed.There was no hiding it—not from the way my chest rose and fell, not from the tension in my shoulders, not from the sharp edge in my gaze as I stared at Cypril. His words, his reactions, everything about him at that moment only fueled the anger already burning inside me.“Why are you so harsh on me, Melissa?” Cypril asked, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just crossed a line. He completely ignored my earlier words, ignored the obvious anger radiating from me like it didn’t matter.“Harsh?” I repeated, raising my brows slowly, almost incredulously. “You were spouting nonsense, Cypril…and I could only shut you up.”My tone was firm, unapologetic.But he didn’t back down.“How is what I’m saying nonsense, Melissa?” he asked, stepping closer, closing the little distance between us like he had every right to do so. “It is a fact that you are still my wife.”The way he said it, so certain, so confident, made something twist inside me.He even had th
Fredrick.I was looking for Amelia.The moment the thought crossed my mind, a wave of unease followed right after. Panic settled in almost instantly, tightening my chest as my steps quickened. As long as Melissa was still around, things would never be peaceful for Amelia. I knew it, and had seen it more than once. And I couldn’t afford to let anything escalate again.Not when everything was already so fragile.I moved faster, my mind running ahead of me, already imagining what could be happening, already preparing myself to step in and stop it before things got out of hand.But then…I heard a loud voice echo through the hallway, sharp and urgent. It pulled me in that direction without hesitation.I followed the sound and reached the door within seconds. Without thinking twice, I pushed it open…and what I saw inside…It hit me harder than I expected.She was there.My mate!But that wasn’t what made my chest tighten painfully. It was the way Davian was holding her too close.His hands w
Ann.I really could not understand what Melissa had been thinking when she locked both Davian and me inside the room.Of all people—why us?The thought alone made my chest tighten with quiet frustration. It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t funny and it definitely wasn’t helpful.I wasn’t blind.I could see what was right in front of me, no matter how much I wished otherwise. Davian liked her—liked Melissa in a way that was obvious to anyone paying even the slightest attention. And no matter how much I tried to ignore it…no matter how much I told myself it didn’t matter….It did.Because no matter how I felt about him… he would never look at me the same way, not once had he and to be frank it hurts.To him, I would always remain that little girl. The one he could tease, joke with, overlook without a second thought.And somehow, Melissa putting us in this situation, forcing us into the same space like this…felt… childish.After trying the door multiple times, twisting the handle, pushing, ev
Louis.I had been trying, patiently, deliberately, to get Maddy to accept my rejection. Every word I spoke was measured, every response controlled, because I didn’t want things to escalate more than they already had.But then, something shifted.Mid-sentence, I caught a faint trace of a familiar scentMy senses sharpened instantly, my focus breaking away from the conversation as I tried to place it. Someone was outside the door, I was certain of it. The scent lingered just enough to make my chest tighten, just enough to make me pause.And just as I was about to move, about to confirm who it was…Maddy stopped talking.Before I could react, she leaned in.And kissed me.The suddenness of it caught me off guard completely, freezing me for a split second as her lips pressed against mine.And I knew.I knew she did it on purpose.There was no hesitation in her actions, no uncertainty, just intention, clear and deliberate.But what frustrated me even more…was my wolf.That stupid, useless i
Melissa.“Bella, dear! Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you,” he said calmly, his voice warm and familiar as he strode toward me. Before I could even react, his hand came to rest softly on my back, a gentle, reassuring tap that carried no threat, no suspicion, only concern.
MELISSA.I kept running, my feet pounding hard against the cold stone floor as I forced myself not to look back. Looking back meant hesitation, and hesitation could cost me everything. My hands shook as I pulled the black scarf tighter around my head, wrapping it securely, hiding my face as best as
Melissa. The window was finally pulled open with a sharp, splintering crack, the sound slicing through the thick silence of the room. I heard it clearly, felt it, even, but I kept my eyes shut, lashes pressed tightly together as if that alone could make whatever was happening disappear.Instinct s
CYPRIL.I pushed the door open without hesitation, the hinges creaking softly as the room came into view. The first thing I saw was Melissa.She lay weakly on the bed, her body unnaturally still, chains wrapped tightly around her wrists and fastened to the bedframe. Her face looked pale, almost lif







