เข้าสู่ระบบMELISSA.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
Cain.“I really cannot believe they had the nerve to act like that.”The words exploded out of me the moment Caleb, Fredrick, and I stepped into my room.I didn't even bother lowering my voice.I was far too angry for that.The door had barely closed behind us when the frustration I'd been holding back finally spilled over.My gaze immediately landed on the bed.Amelia was still sleeping peacefully, completely unaware of the storm raging around her.The sight only irritated me further.How could she possibly be sleeping at a time like this?How?The room felt too quiet compared to the chaos inside my head.For a brief moment, I simply stared at her, the rise and fall of her chest was steady, calm and peaceful.Meanwhile, I felt like I was seconds away from losing my mind.Honestly, I didn't care if my shouting woke her up.Why the hell was she still sleeping?“Calm down, Alpha Cain,” Fredrick said, attempting to diffuse the situation, his voice careful and measured.The kind of voice
Louis.Honestly, I had completely forgotten about it. Forgotten about the suspicion that had crossed my mind before—the possibility that Davian actually liked Melissa.It wasn't as though I had never noticed the signs.I had.There had been moments—small moments. Moments that, looking back now, seemed painfully obvious.The way his attention drifted toward her whenever she entered a room. The way his mood seemed to shift around her and the way he listened whenever she spoke.But I never allowed myself to dwell on it, never allowed myself to think about it for too long.Because doing so would have created a problem I didn't want to face.After all, Ann liked him.And in my mind, that should have been enough—Ann cared about him, and she wanted him.So naturally, I had convinced myself that eventually he would have no choice but to like her back.That things would work themselves out.That whatever interest he had elsewhere would disappear with time.At least, that was what I kept telli
Davian.I knew Louis too well.That was the problem.He had always been the kind of person who didn’t just want things understood—he wanted them seen. Felt. Acknowledged by everyone around him. He had this habit of marking his territory, subtle at times, but unmistakable when you knew how to look closely enough.Not always through words, sometimes it was the way he stood too close.Sometimes it was the way his silence pressed heavier than speech.And sometimes, it was simply the way he looked at something—or someone—as though he had already decided it belonged within his reach.He had done the same thing when we were still kids.Back then, it was easier to ignore. Easier to laugh it off, to treat it like harmless pride or childish competitiveness. After all, Louis was my friend. That had always been the foundation between us, something solid enough to overlook the small tensions that occasionally surfaced between us.But even then, whenever we were together, there was always that sile
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







