INICIAR SESIÓN"Miss!" I called out, raising my hand as the professor walked by. She stopped and turned toward me. "Yes, Ms. Bennett?" I raised the cracked flask. "There's a problem with my equipment." Several students turned to look as she walked towards my table. "What problem?" I placed the flask carefully on the table. "These aren't the equipment I'm supposed to have." She looked down at the equipments. Her expression changed immediately when she noticed the cracks. "Where did you get these?" "They were already here when I arrived." She picked up the flask and examined it. "As the top student, my equipments should be different. These equipments are all full of cracks. None of them will give me the accurate answer." I said. The professor stared at me for a moment before a mocking smile appeared on her face. Then she laughed. I frowned, completely caught off guard by her reaction. I had expected her to replace the equipment or at least investigate how damaged
The kiss was hard, hungry, nothing gentle about it. His lips forced mine open. His tongue swept in, tasting the river water still on my skin. His hand at my nape tightened, holding me exactly where he wanted me while the one at my waist dragged me even closer until there was no space left. I made a small sound against his mouth. My good hand fisted in his shirt. The pain in my wrist flared, but it only sharpened everything else. The press of his chest. The way his hips pinned me to the sink. The raw need in the way he kissed me like he had been holding back for days and finally stopped. He broke the kiss just long enough to drag his mouth to my jaw, then lower, his lips brushing the wet skin of my throat. “Tell me to stop,” he growled against my pulse. I didn’t. Silas kissed me again, harder this time. The kiss was demanding, leaving no room for hesitation as his hand tightened at the back of my neck and held me against him. His other hand moved to my waist, his fingers sett
The pain in my wrist combined with the fact that I had just been submerged in water all came crashing down on me the moment we walked into the room. Silas reached down gently, placing me on the chair near the bedside but keeping his hands on me for a second longer than necessary. I immediately pulled away. “I can manage,” I said, refusing to look at him. Silas studied me with that irritatingly calm expression of his. “You nearly drowned.” “And yet, I'm still alive.” “That doesn't mean you're fine.” I rolled my eyes and looked away. I was tired of him acting as though I was some helpless little girl who needed to be watched every second. Without saying anything else, Silas turned and walked into the bathroom. I watched him disappear before looking down at my wrist. The skin was swollen and red, and every small movement sent another sharp pain through my arm. I stared at my injured wrist. I still wasn't healing. I had waited for days for my wrists to heal like th
MARA I stared at Silas. He carried me into the living room and sat down on the couch with me still in his arms. I was weak and exhausted, and my breathing was still uneven. My clothes were soaked and I could barely keep my eyes open. Silas adjusted his hold around me and looked down at my face. “Mara, can you breathe properly?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded slowly. “I’m trying,” I whispered, taking another careful breath. He watched me for a few seconds, making sure I was okay before looking toward the others in the room. That was when I noticed Quincy staring at us. She stood a few steps away, her eyes moving between Silas and me. She looked confused, and I knew she was trying to understand why he had reacted so strongly when he found me. “What is going on between you two?” Quincy asked, folding her arms. I looked at Silas quickly. He said nothing. Quincy took a step closer. “Why are you so concerned about her?” she asked, her voice becoming suspicious
"Wow, you're a maid?" she asked. The corner of Quincy's mouth twitched as though she was trying very hard not to laugh. Mara didn't miss it. Neither did I. For a brief second, the two women stared at each other. "Maid," Mara repeated calmly. "Is there a problem with that?" Quincy scoffed at her before turning to my nanny. "Nanny Sarah, I'm thirsty. I want some juice and snacks. Make her serve it." Quincy said pointing to Mara as if she was a servant. I stepped forward, about to stop her when Mara spoke. "I'll do it." I turned sharply toward her. "Mara." She didn't look at me. "It's fine," she said quietly. "It isn't." I protested. Quincy raised an eyebrow. "Why not?" "Because she's your classmate," I said, my voice firm. "It would be awkward for her to serve you." Quincy stared at me, scoffing. "Awkward?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "Yes. Mara—" Before I could say anything else, Nanny Sarah spoke. "Why would it be awkward?" she ask
Silas's POV For a moment, I simply stared at her. The question caught me off guard. Not because I didn't know the answer. But because out of everything that had happened today, that was the one thing she wanted to know. The engine hummed softly as the car idled in the hospital parking lot. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, casting a warm glow across her face. Mara was looking at me expectantly. Waiting. Was she jealous? "Quincy is like a sister to me. Nothing else." I said before turning my gaze back to the road ahead. In one swift movement, I pulled the car out and headed toward the mansion. The ride home was quiet. Much quieter than I expected. I expected Mara to argue with me. Maybe continue asking questions about Quincy. Maybe be jealous. But instead, she remained silent. I glanced at her a few times during the drive. She was staring out the window. Thinking. About what, I had no idea. By the time the mansion came into view, I was alr
MARA“A girl!”My mate’s voice echoed through the hospital like thunder.Even through the pain, I heard the disgust in it. Heard the way the doctors went quiet. No one looked at me anymore. Their eyes slid away as if they were afraid. Another contraction hit.A broken sound left my throat. Ten hou
All eyes turned to me, the hall going silent. Reporters and other important figures from different packs stood present as I walked down the stairs slowly heading to the stage. I stared at Kendall, watching as she rubbed her hands nervously. This time, I wasn't going to let her steal my research p
“Grandmother, please,” I begged weakly as I sat down on the ground by my bed. The sun poured in through the window, spreading across the floor and creeping up the wall.Everything was going just as it has been in my past life. In my past life, I had been locked up because money had been found in
I hoped it was just a nightmare, but it wasn’t.Standing in front of me as my mate was none other than Silas, the Alpha King. The same man who made my childhood unbearable, who pushed me through pain after pain leading me straight to fall for Jace in my past life. Jace's stepbrother.He was the re







