INICIAR SESIÓNMelissa.“You still haven’t said a word,” Cypril said suddenly, his voice cutting through the tense silence as he stormed to his feet.The way he moved only made the atmosphere heavier, more suffocating.I lifted my chin slightly, forcing myself to remain steady despite the pressure building between us.“I would do anything to help you fully regain your wolf,” I said firmly, making sure my voice did not waver. “As long as it guarantees the rejection,” I added without hesitation.Cyril paused.For a moment, something unreadable flickered across his face before a slow, almost mocking smile formed.“I don’t think you would want to after that,” he said, his tone lower now, laced with something sly as a faint smirk spread across his face.I immediately rolled my eyes, refusing to be dragged into whatever game he was playing.“Just speak,” I said flatly, my patience thinning.The words came out sharper than intended, but I didn’t care anymore. I just wanted answers.Cyril exhaled lightly, a
MELISSA.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
Cypril.From the angle where I sat, I couldn’t clearly tell what was happening between Davian and Melissa. Not fully. Not in detail. But I didn’t need clarity to feel the disturbance clawing at my chest.Everyone already knew how Davian felt about her. It wasn’t some hidden secret whispered behind
Melissa.I was completely dumbfounded, my mind struggling to keep up with the moment unfolding before me. What was it that he truly wanted from me? Power? Control? Or was this all just another cruel way to remind me of how small and disposable I was in their world? A dark thought crossed my mind, s
Melissa.I sank onto the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight as if it understood how heavy everything inside me felt. My hands clenched into the sheets while my mind replayed Cain’s order over and over again, each word sharper than the last. It wasn’t even the command itself that
Melissa.The breakfast was finally over.That single thought echoed in my head as I remained seated, my back stiff, my hands folded neatly in my lap like a well-trained servant awaiting dismissal. I had learned long ago that rising too early was considered disrespectful. I had to wait, wait for eac







