Mag-log inCaleb.The metallic taste hit my tongue before I even realized what had happened. It was thick, warm and bitter.I spat it out instantly, watching as droplets of blood stained the ground beneath me, dark and accusing. My jaw tightened, a dull throb pulsing along my cheek where her hand had landed moments ago.Damn it.I dragged the back of my hand across my lips, wiping away the remaining trace, but the sting refused to fade. It lingered, not just on my skin, but somewhere deeper.My chest.My pride.“What a bratty bitch…” I muttered under my breath, the words slipping out harshly, laced with frustration more than anything else.But even as I said it, something twisted uncomfortably inside me. Because that slap…It wasn’t just anger, it wasn’t just defiance.It was everything she had been holding back for five years and I had felt every bit of it.My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides as my mind betrayed me, replaying the scene over and over again. Her standing there, unshake
MELISSA.“And what does it look like I am doing?” I shot back, my voice edged with defiance as I turned to face him fully. My expression hardened, every trace of hesitation gone. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that, Caleb?” I continued, my brows knitting together as anger flickered across my face. “How dare you barge into my room?”The words came out faster now, fueled by the frustration tightening in my chest. This wasn’t just about the interruption, it was the audacity of it. The entitlement.“Come on, spare me that!” Caleb snapped, his tone rising as he took a step closer, his presence imposing, suffocating. His eyes burned with something fierce, anger, disbelief, maybe even something darker. “You are still my wife,” he added, each word deliberate, almost accusing. "How can you go about kissing another man… and not just any man, but my cousin?”His words hit the air like a challenge, like a claim he still believed he had the right to make.I let out a quiet, humorless scoff.“M
Melissa.I had barely gotten to my room when I saw Davian and Ann running toward me like children, their footsteps echoing lightly against the floor as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. There was something so carefree, so unguarded in the way they moved, that it caught me off guard.A small smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it.For a brief second, I allowed myself to feel it, the warmth, the familiarity, the strange comfort of not being alone. But just as quickly, reality settled back in. My body felt heavy, my mind even heavier. I needed rest. I needed silence. I needed to prepare for everything the day might bring.Hopefully, the triplets would be gone for good by noon.“Melissa, come save me!” Davian yelled, his voice bright and full of energy as he rushed toward me.“Don’t, Melissa….you aren’t going to choose him over me, are you?” Ann added quickly, her tone carrying a playful edge, though there was something beneath it, something sharper, harder to
Cypril.Melissa was a totally changed person. She had always craved my touch and melted into my embrace, and now she wouldn't even let me kiss her.I stood there, frozen and stunned. I was unable to move as I watched her walk away from me like it was the easiest thing in the world.My chest felt… tight, it was not a sharp pain, neither was it something I could easily name or understand.Just this heavy, suffocating pressure, sitting right where my wolf used to be, gone and empty.And somehow… she made me feel that loss even more.My fingers curled slowly into fists at my sides, the tension building without release as my eyes remained fixed on her retreating figure.Step by step, she moved farther away.Each one widening the distance between us, her pace was steady and unhurried. Her back straight, her shoulders squared like nothing could bend her anymore.And just like that… she felt completely out of my reach.“Melissa…” The name slipped past my lips before I could stop it, soft, poi
Melissa.The moment I stepped away from Amelia, the air felt different. It was lighter and clearer, as all her bad energy was cleansed away. It was more like I had just walked out of something suffocating and into a space where I could finally breathe again.But it didn’t last.Nothing ever did.I turned the corner of the corridor, my steps steady, my chin still raised from the confrontation, but inside… my thoughts were anything but calm.Her words echoed in my head, over and over again.They all knew, those bastards knew.It was all to get rid of you.I arranged the fire.My fingers curled slightly at my sides as I walked, nails digging faintly into my palm...it had never been a mistake.Every accusation.Every punishment.Every lash.Every drop of blood I had spilled…They had deliberately planned it.A bitter smile tugged at my lips as I continued walking, my steps slowing just a fraction.Of course they did.Why was I even surprised?I had always been the easy one to discard.The
Davian.I was more than shocked to see Melissa. For a moment, I genuinely thought my mind was playing tricks on me. Those idiots, those arrogant, blind fools had told me she was dead. I had believed them. I had carried that truth like a weight on my chest for years.Yet, Melissa had been here, alive, sound and healthy, standing right in front of me. It felt unreal, like something out of a dream I had long buried. My eyes stayed fixed on her, afraid that if I looked away even for a second, she would disappear again.Seeing her like this… whole, breathing, more beautiful than I remembered, it did something to me, something dangerous.I had tried so hard to suppress my feelings for her over the years. Tried to bury them beneath duty, pride, distance… anything that would keep me from thinking about what could never be.Because out of nowhere, she was suddenly married to those useless, blind, undeserving fools who didn’t even value her.The thought alone made my jaw tighten.They had her a
MELISSA.The sound of his voice struck harder than the glass hitting the floor.“What the hell is wrong with you?”I flinched.The shards of glass glittered at my feet, water spreading across the polished floor and soaking into the hem of my dress. My chest rose and fell unevenly, each breath scrap
Melissa.I hadn’t completely taken a step forward when the door swung wider and Amelia walked in.The timing felt deliberate, cruel even. I froze where I stood, my hand barely lifted from my side, my body still angled toward the exit. For a split second, our eyes met.The look on her face when she
Melissa.My steps slowed as I reached Cypril’s door.The glass of water trembled slightly in my hand, tiny ripples forming along the surface. I told myself it was just exhaustion, just frustration, nothing more.I pushed the door open gently.And froze.Amelia was in his arms.Her fingers were tang
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







