Mag-log inMelissa.I stood frozen in the doorway of my quarters, completely puzzled as to what all the noise was about. The corridor outside was absolute chaos—guards barking orders, armor clanking, and half the Pack crowding around the bend like a panicked mob. My heart beat a little faster, not out of fear, but out of sheer annoyance. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained from the confrontation with Amelia, and I just wanted peace.Instead, I was greeted by a wall of desperate men.I crossed my arms tightly over my chest, looking over the frantic crowd, when suddenly Cain, Cypril, Caleb, and Frederick stepped up in unison. They immediately puffed out their chests, trying to act all protective, positioning their massive frames right in front of me as if they were shielding me from a dragon.“Melissa, stay back!” Cain commanded, his Alpha voice booming down the hallway as he tried to assert an authority he no longer possessed. His chest heaved, his eyes burning with a desperate,
Fredrick.My hands were trembling so badly I had to shove them deep into my pockets just to hide it. I stared down at Amelia, my mind completely spinning out of control.This was a nightmare, I mean It just had to be, probably a prank.This was the same girl I had spent years protecting, the girl I thought was too delicate, too gentle for the harsh realities of our pack. Whenever she cried, I rushed to her side. Whenever she smiled, I felt like everything was right in the world. And Snowball… I had buried my cat behind the garden shed, weeping like a child, while she sat beside me, holding my hand and whispering how evil Melissa was for taking his life.She had held my hand, and she had practically wiped my tears.“Frederick, please!” Amelia shrieked, her voice shrill and pathetic as she reached out, her fingers scraping against the hem of my trousers. “You know me! You know I'm not a monster! I was just a scared little girl! Please tell them to let me go!”I couldn't move. I couldn
Caleb.I couldn't breathe.My feet moved on pure autopilot, heavy and numb, dragging behind my brothers as we walked down the cold stone hallway. Ahead of us, Cain wasn't even using his hands properly—he had twisted his fingers into the collar of Amelia’s dress, practically hauling her weeping, limp body along the polished floor like a sack of trash.Her pathetic shrieks echoed off the walls, but every time she opened her mouth, all I could hear was her voice from minutes ago, bragging about the letters. Bragging about the dark room. Bragging about how she made us hate the only woman destined for us.I looked down at my right hand—the same hand I had used to point at Melissa, the same hand I had used to hold that cursed whip. A wave of intense nausea hit me so hard I had to pause for a second, pressing my trembling palm against the cold wall to steady myself.What have I done?"Caleb take this trash and throw her off the cliff" Cypril’s voice cut through the silence. It was totally f
Melissa. Watching Amelia crumble to her knees, wailing and desperately clutching Cypril’s leg like a drowned cat, didn’t give me a single shred of satisfaction. It was just pathetic. For years, these three men had built an altar for this girl, sacrificing my blood, my reputation, and my sanity to keep her smiling. And now, watching the grand illusion pop like a cheap bubble right in the middle of my bedroom was more exhausting than entertaining. “Cypril, please! I can explain! Please don't send me back!” Amelia shrieked, her voice cracking into a high-pitched, desperate squeal as she dragged herself along the floorboards. Cypril didn't even flinch. He simply looked down at her with cold, clinical detachment, before forcefully prying her trembling fingers off his trouser leg. He shook his foot free as if brushing off a piece of trash. “There is nothing left to explain, Amelia,” Cypril said, his voice dropping into an icy register that carried no warmth, no nostalgia, and certa
Amelia.I felt like my life was finally going to end. Cain has never raised his hands on me before, and this was a confirmation to my end.“I am more than disappointed in you, Amelia!” Cypril said, although he wasn't looking surprised, more like he had anticipated it all.He has also been distant lately.The sting on my cheek burned like liquid fire, but the cold, murderous glare in Cain’s eyes was infinitely worse. His chest rose and fell in heavy, jagged breaths, his hands clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists at his sides. I stumbled backward, clutching my throbbing face, tears streaming down my cheeks in a frantic cascade. I looked over at Caleb, praying for a single shred of the warmth he had always showered me with, but he deliberately turned his head away, his posture rigid and unyielding. He wouldn't even look at me again.“To think we bled for you,” Cain spat, stepping into my space, his voice dropping into a dangerous, lethal whisper. “To think I personally defended you
Caleb.All my life, I had believed Amelia was a sweet, innocent girl compared to the vile Melissa the Moon Goddess had mated to us. We had built our entire world around protecting her, elevating her gentleness, and shielding her from the spiteful creature we thought Melissa was.But after listening to Amelia's raw, shameless confession through the cracked door of the inner chamber, I was utterly dumbfounded. The ground beneath my feet seemed to dissolve, leaving me suspended in a horrifying void of betrayal.“Amelia, why did you do all that?” I asked, my voice cracking with total, paralyzing confusion as I stared at the girl I had sworn to love.I still couldn't believe what exactly was happening. It felt like a fever dream, a sick twist of reality. After ensuring Amelia was sound asleep in her quarters, resting off the day's turmoil, my brothers and I had initially come to Melissa's room to warn her never to repeat the violent, humiliating stunt she had pulled in the garden again. We







