LOGINCypril.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.“Come on, Melissa, there’s no need to act all tough now. It’s just the two of us here.”Amelia’s voice came out soft, almost playful, as she pouted her lips like an innocent doll. The expression would have fooled anyone else as it always did but not me.Not even for the slightest bit.I stared at her, my patience already worn thin, my body still tense from everything that had happened earlier.“What exactly do you want, Amelia?” I muttered, my tone flat, unimpressed. “I’m not in for your drama right now.”She tilted her head slightly, studying me like I was something amusing, something entertaining.“Well,” she began slowly, her lips curling into a faint smile, “five years ago… did you like the accusation you received for my sake?”The question hit like a slap.My eyes darkened instantly, and I shot her a deadly glare, one that would have made anyone else step back.But Amelia?She didn’t even flinch.“Of course I knew you weren’t poisoned, moron,” I snapped, my voice laced
MELISSA.I really didn’t know what to say to Davian.My mind was a mess, memories, emotions, questions—all crashing into each other at once. A part of me wanted to ask him everything. Another part wanted to pretend none of this was happening.But I couldn’t just stand there in silence either. So I said the first thing that came to my mind.“Do you two know each other?” I asked, my gaze shifting between them, though my question was directed more toward Louis.Louis pushed himself off the wall, his posture straightening as his hands slipped casually into his pockets.“Yes, we do,” he replied.There was something in his tone—calm, but measured.“Of course, Melissa,” Davian added almost immediately, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he looked at me. “We’re close buddies.”Close buddies?I blinked, trying to process that piece of information, but before I could say anything, his expression changed.The smile faded.Replaced by something more serious.More searching.“What exact
Melissa.I stormed into the kitchen, letting the cool air hit my flushed face, Louis trailing quietly behind me. My legs were still buzzing from the chaos outside, from the tangle with Cain, Cypril, and the unrelenting tension that had clawed at me all day. I didn’t care about anything right now—I just needed water.I grabbed the nearest bottle, twisting the cap off and tilting it back. The icy liquid poured down my throat, filling me with a sudden rush of relief. I gulped it all in one go, not even bothering to pause for breath, and when the last drop disappeared, I let out a long, satisfied sigh.“Ooopsss, that’s refreshing,” I said finally, lowering the bottle and flashing Louis a mischievous smile. My teeth gleamed in the dim kitchen light, perfect and white, and for a moment I felt a flicker of lightness creep into my exhausted mood.“Come on, Melissa, stop smiling at me that way,” Louis said, leaning lazily against the counter. His shirt clung to his shoulders and chest in all
Melissa. The window was finally pulled open with a sharp, splintering crack, the sound slicing through the thick silence of the room. I heard it clearly, felt it, even, but I kept my eyes shut, lashes pressed tightly together as if that alone could make whatever was happening disappear.Instinct s
Melissa.“Bella, dear! Where have you been? I have been searching everywhere for you,” he said calmly, his voice warm and familiar as he strode toward me. Before I could even react, his hand came to rest softly on my back, a gentle, reassuring tap that carried no threat, no suspicion, only concern.
MELISSA.I kept running, my feet pounding hard against the cold stone floor as I forced myself not to look back. Looking back meant hesitation, and hesitation could cost me everything. My hands shook as I pulled the black scarf tighter around my head, wrapping it securely, hiding my face as best as
CYPRIL.I pushed the door open without hesitation, the hinges creaking softly as the room came into view. The first thing I saw was Melissa.She lay weakly on the bed, her body unnaturally still, chains wrapped tightly around her wrists and fastened to the bedframe. Her face looked pale, almost lif







