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I'm so sorry 💔 for the lack of updates. I recently came home due to something personal. And writing with the family around wasn't easy. Let's say in our neighborhood, they call us the loud house because there are a lot of us, and of course we're loud…😅 So returning to the team and writing is hard, and the festive season here made things louder! 🤣🤣 Merry Christmas to you all! For the support, comments, and reviews, and also for choosing my book! It means the world to me, so this chapter is free to show my appreciation for you all! 🥳🎅🎁🎄 ❤️Love, Fireworks 🎆 ~~~ Five years later… …~... Zenith Corp …~... “Sir, your wife is on the line,” Jessica, my assistant, says as she lingers by the door. I pause, frowning. “I’m sorry, Miss Melinda.” She corrects herself quickly. I lift my gaze from the screen, irritation flickering through me as I twist my stiff neck. “What does she want this time?” “Lucien got into a fight at school. The other child’s parents are making a scene.” A scene. I nearly laughed, but the sound would be too hollow. Most fathers would be halfway to the car by now, ready to defend their son. But I just feel tired. One thing I hold myself accountable for is not giving Lucien the guidance he needed; if I'd just done a better job raising him, he wouldn’t have gone astray. As for Melinda, she's probably blowing this way out of proportion just to get under my skin. She always knew how to use my name to intimidate others. What changed this time? “I’m busy,” I say flatly, already turning back to my work. This has been my life for the past five years. Endless work. Endless silence. I work until my eyes burn, until my brain is numb. I left the pack months after she disappeared. I search every territory. I follow every trail. But found nothing. Even our parents accepted the inevitable. They chose to believe she was dead. But I refused; I just couldn't accept it. It is my fault. I pushed her. I broke her to the point of no return. Dad was the first to track me months later. Then Mom and Melinda arrived days later with baby Lucien. They insisted the boy needed a father, insisting I raise him with Melinda. It turns out Melinda shared my original plan to raise our child with Angel. I left the mansion to Melinda and retreated to my penthouse. I didn't argue. I didn't have the strength left for it. Not after everything that happened with Angel. I have been living in my penthouse ever since, never abandoning my duty to Lucien. I provide. I show up. But at a point he changed. He became too loud, aggressive, reckless, and troublesome. He is nothing like me. If it weren't for the scent of my blood in his veins, I would question if he were even mine. However, he chose today of all days to cause trouble. Each year, I try to outrun the grief. To not think about the pain that comes with her memory. But I never survived it, so much so that I'm pushed to inflict physical pain on myself just to drown out the memory of that day. to feel something other than grief. But the memories come anyway like a flood that I have no control of, and I find myself once again reliving that fateful day. Flashback five years ago… “No, Dad. She is here. She has to be.” I shout, my voice cracking as I storm up the stairs. “Where is Mom? She is hiding her, isn't she?” I burst into Angel’s room, but it's empty. Her scent is faint, an indication she hasn't been here in a while. “Cassian… where is my baby?” I hear Mom’s voice as she runs up the stairs. She finds me, her eyes wide and wet. I open my mouth to answer, but a sudden, violent agony rips through my chest. It feels like my heart is being torn from my ribs as I drop to my knees, coughing up a spray of blood that stains the floorboards. “My mate…” I gasp as our bond vibrates, then a final crack. “No. Angel…” I whisper, tears falling freely down my face as I writhe from the endless pain. “Angel…” I repeat her name like it will miraculously bring her back to me. Selene… please. “No! No.” Mom cries as Dad holds her tightly. “I said it, Kyle. My baby. He killed her…! He killed our little girl! What did you do!” Mom wails uncontrollably, her grief filling the room. And the pain doesn't stop; I don't know when I lose consciousness. …~... I wake up to Mom, Dad, and Jackson standing above me as I lie on the sofa. I jolt upright at the emptiness and burning ache in my chest. Kai isn't responding either. “Angel…” I ran back home. “No, she's alive; she has to be.” …~… I run to my study to check when she left her room, my mind racing with possibility. Maybe she's hiding. Maybe she went to stroll the woods and got hurt. I sit at my desk, my hands shaking as I pull up the footage on my laptop. I watched the screen with bated breath, fast-forwarding to today. I see her walk in holding money, which she stacks together with a few clothes in a bag. She left me. She didn't just disappear; she chose to let go. I rewind further, watching the footage of the omegas helping her to her room earlier. I break. I fucking cry, seeing how she took her medicine, her hand resting on the dresser as her other hand rubbed her stomach as she spoke to our pup inside her, how she couldn't stop crying, and how her tears fell the more she wiped them. I did this. I broke my Angel until she had no choice but to run. Now… I don't even know if… I don't dare say it. I got up to leave; that's when I remembered she was holding a few bills. Then, my eyes drift to the corner of the room. The door to my safe is wide open. A cold dread washes over me as I walk over to it, my legs weak. I changed all my passwords, but I don't remember changing this… I had used the date of my anniversary with Melinda for everything in the past, but I changed everything because of Angel; I didn't want her to misunderstand. I check, and it's the same. She had found it. She had figured it out. I lock it and turn to leave; that's when I see the crumpled piece of paper. I pick it up, my vision blurring as I read the words written in her elegant, sharp handwriting. “I have taken 50,000 from your safe. Consider it payment for my virginity and all the time I wasted after.” I can feel the coldness, the bitterness, even in the written words. The paper falls out from my lifeless fingers. The room seemed to tilt. I had lost her. I hadn't just made a mistake; I had dismantled the trust of the only woman I had ever truly loved. I had ignored her calls. I had ignored her needs. I had treated her like an inconvenience while I played hero to a woman who did need it. And the baby... the child I thought I was saving for her... it didn't matter now. Nothing mattered because the heart of my pack was gone. All I need is my mate. My fallen angel, our child. “No,” I croak, the sound breaking into a sob. "No, no, no." I bolt from the room like a man possessed. “I need to find her!” “Alpha…” Jackson, who’s standing in the living room, stops me. I look at his face, and there is guilt. He knows something. “What is it?” “I'm sorry, but when I came to fetch Luna Melinda's food, Princess asked me to tell you something, but when I arrived, you were busy…” “What did she say?” “She said... she said it was fun while it lasted.” I grab his collar, fury and despair colliding inside me. If I had known, I would have come to her. She was saying goodbye. However, it wasn't his fucking fault! I let her down; I broke her to the point of no return. She's alive; I need to find her. I let him go, running out. I keep running as pack members stare. “Angel!” I roar, shifting, forcing Kai out. He runs. He runs until his paws bleed, until his lungs feel like they are on fire. I shift back, falling to my knees in the dirt. I gripped the earth, my fingers digging into the soil. The silence of the forest was a mocking reminder of the void she had left behind. “ANGEL!” I scream into the darkness, the sound tearing from the very bottom of my soul. “ANGEL, PLEASE! Please come back…” I whisper into the wind, but the wind didn't carry my voice to her. She was gone, and I was the monster who had opened the door for her to leave. …~End of flashback~...Before Luna Adelaide can even process the shock of being struck, her face turns dark with rage. Her hand flies back through the air with terrifying speed.SLAP! SLAP!The two sharp blows hit Britney's face one right after the other, the force making her head snap to the side, her skin burning bright red as her ears ring from the loud noise.“As expected of a daughter of a whore,” Luna Adelaide spits out, her voice dripping with pure venom.She reaches into her coat and pulls out a check. She looks down at Britney with disgust, as if she were looking at dirt on her shoes.“Take this and disappear,” Adelaide commands. “My son is already engaged. He marries Princess Lucinda in two weeks. I will never let some lowly daughter of a rogue found in the woods marry my son. You are not fit to even be his whore. Two million dollars is more than enough to help you leave and live a better life far away from here.”Britney stands frozen.Her mind reels as the words hit her like heavy rocks crashing
The car pulls up to the Crescent Moon pack house, the engine humming low before coming to a stop.Cole steps out, walks around to the passenger side, and gently helps Britney out.He keeps one strong arm wrapped around her waist, holding her close to his as they step inside.He leads her past the grand main hall and takes her up the wide stairs, going all the way to the top floor.The hallway up here is quiet and bright. Cole opens a large wooden door, revealing a luxurious sunlit room furnished with everything in Britney's favorite color.Soft blankets cover the large bed, and a warm fire crackles gently in the stone fireplace, velvet sofas, curtains, desk, vanity.“I had this room prepared for you, Bri,” Cole says softly, looking into her eyes. “Take your time. Get bathed, get dressed, and come downstairs when you are ready.”Britney smiles at him and nods softly. Her heart feels warm and light in her chest.‘When I go downstairs, I will tell him everything,’ she thinks to herself.
“Cole, it's… too big.”Cole's lips curl wickedly as he growls.“Mine.”Then he thrust himself to the hilt.“Ahhh!” Tears of both pain and pleasure escape Britney's eyes.She wants more.Cole grunts, muttering under his breath. Fuck, she's so tight, so hot, clenching around him, and he has to stop, has to breathe, has to remember his own name.“Fuck, Bri. You feel like heaven.”“Move,” she begs. “Please, Cole. Move.”He moves.Slow at first.Deep, worshipful strokes that drag a moan from Britney's throat with every thrust.His mouth alternates between her breasts, his tongue circling one nipple, then the other, until she's arching off the furs, crying his name.“Whose tits are these?” he growls against her skin.“Yours.”“Whose pussy is this?”“Yours, Cole. All yours.”“Good girl.” He drives deeper, harder, the cot groaning beneath them. “I'm the only one who'll ever touch you again. The only one who'll ever be inside you. Say it.”“Only you. Only you, Cole.”The words break him.He ta
The stream runs cold under the moonlight.Cole sets Britney on the bank, she sways, and he holds her close as she trembles, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.The fever is still eating her from the inside.Cole reaches for her dress, and he begins to strip her.Soon, she stands bare before him, the moonlight shining on her pale skin, bruises blooming on her hips where Draco gripped her. A cut splits her collarbone. Her nipples are tight against the cool night air.“Look what he did to you.” His voice is a blade. Low. Dark. Possessive.His thumb catches the blood slipping from her nose and wipes it away. “I'll kill him for this. Slowly.”Britney doesn't hear him. She presses her hot body against his chest, her arms locking around his torso.“Please,” she begs, her mouth brushing his jaw. “Please, Cole. It's so hot. I can't—”“I know.” He lifts her into his arms and carries her into the water.The water swirls around his thighs, his hips.The moment he lowers her, the cold shocks
Cole loses every sense of clarity. All he can think of is Draco laying hands on Britney, so much that he forgets to check on her after the crash. He throws punch after punch, driving his fists into Draco's swollen, bloody face. Britney blinks and slowly opens the door. She steps out onto the road, swaying dangerously on her heels, her legs trembling so violently she can barely stand. Blood trickles slowly down her forehead from a small cut, mixing with blood slipping from her nose due to the drug. She blinks, clutching the hood of the car to keep herself from falling. “Cole…” she whispers softly, her voice weak and hoarse. And that tiny whisper acts like cold water dumped over Cole's burning rage. His blood-soaked fist freezes in midair, hovering just inches above Draco's unrecognizable face. He blinks, his breathing ragged as he slowly turns his head toward her. He leaps off, standing naked in the moonlight as he turns to face her. “Britney…” his voice cracks. He approaches
“Cole!”“Son!”The frantic voices of Cole's mother, Luna Adelaide, and Lucinda call out simultaneously from behind Cole who is running toward the exit.Cole stops for a split second.“Cole, you can't ditch me on our engagement party just to chase after some woman of unknown origin!” Lucinda snaps, panic rising in her voice.Cole turns his head, his dark eyes locking onto his mother's pale, terrified face. He doesn’t spare Lucinda a glance, completely ignoring her as he turns back toward the door, bolting out like a man on rampage.Lucinda collapses onto her knees.No.This cannot be happening. This cannot happen to her!!She looks toward the doors where Cole disappeared, her chest heaving. Her face burns as she looks around the ballroom.Every guest is staring at her.Some look shocked. Others whisper behind their hands, their eyes filled with pity and amusement.Lucinda spots several shewolves she used to brag to about her perfect life.They are trying to hide their laughter, coverin
I don't knock. I don't hear what Anna is saying. I push the door open with enough force to make the glass partition rattle. Adrian’s “dead” wife, what's her name again, Julianna, doesn’t even flinch. She just looks at me as a slow, condescending smirk spreads across her face. “Get out,” I say, my
Whispers follow me as I make my way across the floor; each one feels like needles pricking beneath my feet, making my step falter a few times.I hate this feeling.I've known they all never actually liked me but act nice because of my brother, yet I still feel sad, knowing I have been right all alo
It's been hours since we got back, and it's dark outside, yet I have no plans to go down, not even at midnight.Firstly, it's because I'm afraid of running into Brother, and secondly, I want to avoid a repeat of what happened five months ago.My phone next to me on the bed rings, and it's Brandon.
It was as if he anticipated this, because the moment my lips touched his, his hand grasped the back of my neck, tilting my head as he started kissing me. He nibbles his teeth firmly on my lower lip and thrusts his tongue into my mouth when I gasp. “Honey?” Melinda's voice calls out, accompanied by







