LOGINAuthor’s Note: This chapter touches on suicide. If this topic is difficult for you, consider skipping this chapter or reading when you feel ready.Amelia’s POV The room smelled like blood.He was still there.Lying on the bed. Still. Lifeless.For a moment, I just stared.. I didn’t feel triumph. I didn’t feel victory.I felt empty.Hollow.Like something essential had been ripped out of me, leaving only a shell behind.“I hope you’re happy,” I whispered, my voice calm and broken at the same time. “You took everything from me.”I looked away.I couldn’t look at him anymore.I sat on the floor, my back against the bed, and pulled my knees to my chest. My body felt heavy. Exhausted. Like I had been fighting a war alone for too long.I reached into my pocket and closed my fingers around the small bottle of poison.I didn’t hesitate, I drank itNot because I was brave.But because I was tired.So tired.Before the darkness came, I spoke, not to anyone in the room, but to the people who h
Amelia’s POVThe bathroom door closed behind me with a soft click.That sound felt final.The water rushed down from the showerhead, hot and unforgiving, striking my skin like punishment. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the cold floor, my back pressed against the tiles, my knees pulled to my chest. The water soaked my hair, my clothes, my face, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore.The blood washed away first.Red swirled at my feet, thin and weak, disappearing into the drain as if it had never existed. Just like him. Just like my baby. Gone, erased, as if the universe was trying to pretend he had never been real.But he was real.He was real to me.I pressed my palm to my chest, right over my heart, because it hurt so much I thought it would split open. The pain wasn’t sharp anymore. It was heavy. Crushing. Like something was sitting on my chest, slowly pushing the air out of my lungs.I couldn’t breathe.I tried to scream, but nothing came out. Only a broken so
Clara’s POVI grabbed my head with both hands as a sharp pressure exploded inside my skull.It felt like my mind was tearing apart.Like I was being pulled in two different directions.My heart raced so fast I thought it would burst out of my chest. My breath came in short, uneven gasps, and my knees almost gave way beneath me. I could feel something deep inside me waking up, stretching, pushing, demanding control.My wolf.Lara.She wasn’t whispering anymore.She was screaming.My skin burned, like heat was crawling underneath it. My muscles tightened painfully, and I felt a deep ache spread through my body, as if something inside me was trying to break free. I knew this feeling. I had felt it before.I was shifting.And I couldn’t let it happen.If I turned, she would take over.And if she took over…Everything would be lost.“She needs to die,” Lara said coldly inside my head. “So we can finally live in peace.”I shook my head violently, biting my lip as I struggled to stay standin
Author’s POVKate sat alone in the dimly lit chamber, her posture calm, almost relaxed, as she flipped through the old spell book resting on her lap. The pages were yellowed with age, filled with strange symbols, ancient writings, and dark spells that had been forbidden for centuries. Her fingers traced the inked letters slowly, carefully, as though she was memorizing every word.The room smelled of burning herbs and candle wax. Shadows danced across the stone walls as the flames flickered softly. Kate looked completely at peace.That peace shattered when the door burst open.Klaus stormed into the room, his face twisted with rage, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might break. His footsteps were heavy, aggressive, echoing loudly as he crossed the floor toward her.“You said her wolf would turn against her,” Klaus snapped, his voice sharp and furious. “You said she would lose control. Go mad. So tell me why she’s still standing strong, giving orders, treating us like slave
Clara’s POV Lara wasn’t reacting the way she should have.She wasn’t angry at Kate.She was angry at Amelia.That realization hit me like a slap.It terrified me.Before I could say anything else, Amelia turned and walked away.“Amelia,” I called, panic creeping into my voice.She didn’t answer.I followed her down the hallway, my steps quick, my heart heavy. “Stop,” I said. “Please.”She suddenly turned around, her eyes blazing. “Stop following me.”“I know you’re angry,” I said softly, trying to calm her. “But your feet are bruised. You’re bleeding. Let me take you to the hospital. Please.”She laughed bitterly.She turned fully to face me, tears filling her eyes. “Leave me alone,” she said. “Haven’t you ruined my life enough?”The words cut deep.“I’m trying to protect you,” I whispered.“Protect me?” she repeated, scoffing. Tears spilled down her cheeks now. “Were you protecting me when you married the man I love? The man I’m carrying a child for? Were you protecting me when you
Clara’s POV “Amelia,” I said quickly, my voice shaking despite my effort to stay calm.Lara’s voice echoed darkly in my head.“I told you,” she said. “She’s lost her mind. Anything can happen.”“Amelia.”I called her name again, louder this time, my voice echoing through the hall. My heart was beating so fast it felt like it wanted to break out of my chest. She didn’t even look at me. She stood there, calm, smiling softly like this was just another normal day.“I’m pregnant,” Amelia said clearly, her voice carrying through the room. “I went to the hospital a few days ago, and the doctor confirmed it. It’s a boy.”The room went completely silent.It was the kind of silence that presses against your ears, the kind that makes your skin crawl. Everyone froze. No one breathed. No one moved.I felt like the ground had disappeared under my feet.Pregnant?My mind couldn’t process it fast enough. My thoughts crashed into each other, fear and anger twisting together so tightly I could barely







