เข้าสู่ระบบMELISSA.I was confused.What exactly was he accusing me of this time?At this point, I was exhausted by his constant accusations, his unpredictable behavior, and the way he always seemed to twist everything into something it wasn't. Honestly, I didn't have the time—or the patience—for any more of his nonsense.“Look here, Mr. Stone,” I said firmly, my voice sharp as irritation surged through me. “If you have nothing important to discuss, then get your hands off me!”My words echoed between us, fueled by the anger I was no longer interested in hiding.Cyril stared at me, frustration burning intensely in his eyes. His jaw tightened as though he was struggling to control himself. Meanwhile, his hands remained firmly around my wrists, pinning them above my head against the door.“You won't leave here until I say so,” he declared.The authority in his voice only fueled my anger further.As if his actions weren't already infuriating enough, he lifted his free hand and slowly pushed a loose
Cypril.I hadn't even gotten my wolf yet, and she was already so eager to reject me.The thought alone felt like a blade being driven straight into my chest.A deep, unbearable ache spread through my chest, tightening around my heart until it became difficult to breathe. It felt as though someone had reached inside me and ripped away something vital, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that threatened to consume me completely.This was worse—worse than losing her in that fire.Back then, there had at least been hope—fragile, painful hope, but hope nonetheless. Hope that she was still somewhere out there in the world, breathing, existing, waiting. Hope that fate, in all its cruel and unpredictable ways, would eventually twist things back into place and bring her back to me when the time was right.I had not seen her body. I had not been forced to confront that final, irreversible truth. So in my mind, no matter how much time passed, no matter how much silence stretched between us, there
Melissa.I must have heard wrong.There was absolutely no way the almighty Cypril had actually used that word.For a moment, I simply stared at him, convinced that my ears had betrayed me. Cypril was many things—arrogant, stubborn, infuriatingly proud—but that word? Coming from him? It felt impossible.I quickly turned away from him, refusing to dwell on it any longer, and shifted my attention back to Louis.The moment our eyes met, I noticed the expression on his face. It was subtle, but unmistakable, and I knew instantly that Louis was no longer enjoying Cypril's presence.The amusement that had lingered in his eyes earlier had faded considerably, replaced by a look that suggested his patience was beginning to wear thin. He sat down quietly, watching everything unfold, but there was a certain tension in his posture that hadn't been there before.“Melissa, please,” Cypril said again, his voice carrying more urgency this time. “We really need to talk!”I slowly looked back at him and
MELISSA.I kept staring at Cypril, wondering what exactly it was that he wanted to tell me.The urgency in his expression was obvious.His chest was still rising and falling heavily from whatever rush had brought him here, yet I wasn't particularly interested.Not after everything that had happened between us and not after all the trouble he had caused.Still, his words about needing to talk lingered in my mind.What could possibly be so important?My brows furrowed slightly.I parted my lips, intending to speak.Perhaps it would be easier to hear him out and get it over with but before a single word could leave my mouth, the door opened again.Both Ann and I turned instinctively.The moment my eyes landed on the newcomer, my breath caught."Louis!" I called out, as I immediately moved forward, while shock flashed across my face.Just moments ago, he had been perfectly fine, yet now, bruises covered parts of his face.There was blood smeared along his cheek.The sight alone was enough
Melissa.I sat quietly in the room, my thoughts a tangled mess of anger, hurt, and frustration.The event that had just happened kept replaying in my mind over and over again.They had already chosen someone else over me. Why do they keep acting like that?I clenched my hands tightly on my lap.Beside me, Ann gently patted my back.The gesture was comforting.At least, it was supposed to be."It's alright, Melissa," she said softly, her voice calm and reassuring. "I'm glad you aren't going back to those pathetic triplets."A bitter laugh almost escaped me.The very thought of returning to them made my chest tighten.After everything that had happened, how could anyone expect me to simply forgive and forget?I scoffed loudly. "I will never go back to them." I said, as the words came out firm and unwavering, as there wasn't even a hint of hesitation in my voice. "Especially not after what they did to Bella."The memory instantly reignited my anger.My jaw tightened.The injustice of it
Amelia.I woke and immediately turned toward the other side of the bed, but it was empty. The sheets were cold.A frown settled on my face as I pushed myself upright and glanced around the room."Cain?" I called softly.But there was no answer.I slipped out of bed and headed for the door, wondering where he had gone so early.The moment I stepped into the hallway, voices reached my ears—loud voices, angry voices.My brows furrowed.What was going on?Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed the sound until the source of the commotion came into view.The scene unfolding before me made my lips curl into a thin smile.For a brief moment, I considered stepping forward and making my presence known, as I could have easily inserted myself into the situation but then I stopped.No.That would be a mistake.Instead, I remained hidden and watched.Melissa.Of course it was Melissa.Who else could create this much chaos?My jaw tightened as I stared at her.She always had a way of making
Melissa. I was still dangling helplessly from the door, wrists bound, my forehead pressed against the wood, when the handle jerked violently from the other side.Before I could even gasp, the door slammed inward, ripping my weight forward and then shoving me backward with brutal force. My body sna
Melissa. The moment they came into view fully, I felt my jaw go slack. I opened my mouth in pure shock, unable to stop myself. It was them—no one else—the triplets’ parents in all their intimidating glory. Their presence swallowed the room like a storm rolling down a mountain. They descended gr
Melisa.The first thing I felt was softness, soft sheets beneath me, warm air wrapping around my skin. Then I stretched, slowly, lazily, like a cat waking from the safest dream in the world. My arms reached over my head, my toes pointed, and every muscle loosened as a tiny sigh escaped my lips.Whe
MELISSA. “Arrrrrrrrrghhhh!”The scream ripped out of me the moment the door slammed shut behind him. It wasn’t graceful, it wasn’t quiet, just raw pain twisting out of my chest like a blade being pulled free.My knees nearly buckled. My lungs burned like I’d sprinted for miles. I clutched at my ha







