LOGINBanners hung across the walls, pink and white, with “Congratulations” written in bold letters. Streamers dangled from the ceiling, and our dining room table was lost under piles of gifts wrapped in pastel paper.“What the hell?” I managed, my jaw dropping as Bella rushed forward with Theo balanced o
AriaA year had passed since Darren and I signed that treaty, and life had settled into something sweet, even with all its ups and downs.The scars on my chest had faded to thin white lines, and Darren’s wound was just a memory beneath his shirt. We’d become godparents to Bella and Liam’s little boy
AriaLunar Labs was reduced to a shell of its former self.The once-sleek and vibrant building, surrounded by lush gardens and pebbled fountains, was now barren and burnt. The glass walls were shattered, the halls within burned and destroyed. Those damn slurs were still painted across nearly every s
He didn’t hesitate. “No.”The word hung in the air for a long moment. The president blinked, clearly startled. “With all due respect, Mr. President,” Darren went on, leaning forward in his chair, “we’re not coming back. Not like that. After being deported, hunted, abused by your government—my people
AriaDarren and I stepped out of the car and faced the sprawling estate that was the human president’s home. My chest still ached faintly from my wound, the stitches long gone but the pain lingering. Beside me, Darren subtly favored his left side when he moved, still healing from the hole in his che
We stayed like that for a while, neither of us speaking. At some point, I must have begun to drift off again, too exhausted from the day’s events to keep my eyes open.But then, suddenly, the door burst open, shattering the stillness, and I jolted upright, wincing as the movement pulled at my wound.
“I’m not your baby. I never was. I was just a plaything for you.” She took a step back and began to shut the door, but Jackson stuck his foot out and stopped it from closing fully. “Dad, I think she’s in trouble,” Lucas whined. “I think we should save her!”“No.” I held a hand out to my son. “Not u
Arthur’s eyes widened behind his glasses. “But she’s a hu—” “Stop right there,” Darren growled, causing the supervisor to snap his mouth shut. “I don’t give a damn. And watch your tone.” Without another word, Darren glanced at his watch and strode out of the conference room. The others began gat
“You can shower here,” he said, handing me the clothes. I held them up: a white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, both clearly belonging to him, and far too big for me. I couldn’t go downstairs in these… “I’ll wash your clothes,” he said, as if reading my mind yet again. “Don’t worry. My machi
Aria This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. Lucas was not a dog, but… A boy?! “No,” I murmured, grabbing my arm and pinching the skin as hard as I could over and over again. “No, no, I have to be dreaming…” The little boy who was sitting up in bed, in the exact same spot as where the d







