MasukMelissa.The world around me seemed to fracture into a million broken pieces, my vision tunneling so intensely that the flickering torchlight turned into a blinding blur. My mind frantically fought against what my eyes were seeing, refusing to process the cruel trick my mind was playing on me."Bella..." I choked out, her name tearing out of my throat as a raw, trembling sob.The moment I called her name, Louis leaned down curiously, his sharp eyes narrowing as he bent over the bench to inspect her face. He pushed a piece of matted hair away from her jaw, studying the delicate, dirt-streaked features that were now fully illuminated under the light.Suddenly, Louis froze. His grip on my waist went rigid, his breath hitching audibly as his entire posture locked up. He stared at her face, his eyes wide with absolute, unadulterated shock, as if he were looking at a ghost returned from the grave."Bella?" Louis whispered, his smooth, commanding tone completely shattering into pure disbelie
Melissa.My mind raced with endless, chaotic questions, curiosity burning like a sharp needle deep in my chest. A strange, hysterical woman at the pack gates screaming my name? I didn't have many allies left in this godforsaken world, and anyone who actually knew me understood better than to make a wild, public scene at the outer boundaries unless something was gravely, horribly wrong.I signaled the head guard with a firm, sharp nod of my head. “Lead the way,” I ordered, my voice leaving absolutely no room for debate.I tried to gently release myself from Louis’s firm grip around my waist, intending to walk ahead on my own two feet, but he didn't budge a single inch. Instead, his arm tightened slightly, pulling me back against his broad, steady chest with unwavering certainty.He leaned down, his warm, soothing breath tickling my ear as he whispered softly, “You don't need to handle such dirty jobs yourself, Melissa.” He paused, his breath hot against my skin. “Let me deal with any
Melissa.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







