MasukAUTHOR’S POV. The boardroom was filled long before the meeting officially began, yet there was an unmistakable tension hanging in the air, thick and suffocating, as if everyone present could feel that something was about to go terribly wrong. Murmurs passed between board members, hushed conversations layered with unease, eyes flicking repeatedly toward the empty head seat at the far end of the long polished table. Xavier’s seat. Still empty. One of the older board members cleared his throat, glancing at his watch. “It’s unlike him to be late,” he muttered, though his voice carried just enough for those closest to him to hear. Another leaned closer, lowering his voice. “Given the rumors circulating… I’m not entirely surprised.” “What rumors?” “That he’s ill. Seriously ill.” Before the conversation could deepen, the doors to the boardroom opened. All heads turned. Lilith walked in first, composed, elegant, her chin lifted with quiet confidence, and beside her… a man no one i
AUTHOR’S POV. Aurora stood at the doorway of Jaxon’s room for a moment before stepping fully into the room. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light across the space, illuminating two small figures curled under the same blanket. Even though they had separate rooms, Elara had refused to sleep alone since Jaxon came home. Aurora had not argued. She couldn’t. Not when she understood exactly what it meant for both of them. Elara lay on her side, facing Jaxon, her hand loosely holding onto his sleeve as if she was afraid he might disappear if she let go. Jaxon, on the other hand, was half-turned toward her, his breathing steady, his face peaceful in a way Aurora had never seen before. For a second, Aurora just stood there, watching them, her chest tightening with something too big to name. Then she walked in quietly. “Alright,” she said softly, pulling the blanket up properly over them. “Time for bed.” Elara looked up first. “Mommy, we’re already in bed,” she said, h
AUTHOR’S POV. Days later, the air in the hospital room felt lighter, calmer, almost like the storm had finally begun to settle. Jaxon sat upright on the bed, his legs swinging slightly as he looked around with curious, bright eyes that no longer carried that dull, lifeless weight they once held. The color had fully returned to his face, his breathing steady, his small fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket as though he was still trying to adjust to feeling… normal again. Aurora stood close to him, her arms folded tightly across her chest, but it wasn’t out of coldness. It was restraint. If she let herself, she would pull him into her arms and never let him go again. Dr. Halvorsen stood at the foot of the bed, flipping through Jaxon’s chart, his expression calm but clearly impressed. “Well,” he said, glancing up at Aurora, “I must say, this is one of the fastest recoveries I’ve seen from something this severe.” Aurora let out a quiet breath she didn’t even realize s
AUTHOR’S POV. A couple of hours later, the air inside Jaxon’s hospital room felt… different. It wasn’t the sterile quiet anymore, or the suffocating tension that had wrapped itself around every breath taken in that space over the past days. There was still silence, yes…but it wasn’t heavy. It wasn’t suffocating. It felt… hopeful. Aurora sat beside the bed, her fingers wrapped tightly around Jaxon’s small, fragile hand, as though letting go—even for a second—might undo everything they had fought so hard for. Her thumb brushed over his skin again and again in slow, careful motions, like she was grounding herself, like she needed to feel him there to believe this was real. Because it was real. The color was coming back. It was faint, barely noticeable if you weren’t looking closely, but Aurora noticed. Of course she did. She noticed the slight warmth returning to his cheeks, the subtle change in his breathing, the way his chest rose a little stronger than before. He was still unc
AUTHOR’S POV. Aurora didn’t hesitate the moment she stepped fully into the room, the door clicking softly behind her as the world outside seemed to fall away, leaving only the steady hum of machines and the fragile boy lying on the hospital bed, and for a second, she just stood there, staring at him, her chest rising and falling unevenly as the weight of everything settled deeper into her bones. That was her son, her child. Seven years. Seven years stolen. Her steps were slow at first, almost uncertain, like she was afraid that if she moved too fast, this would all disappear like a cruel illusion, but then something inside her snapped into place, something fierce and unyielding, and she closed the distance between them quickly, reaching for him. Her fingers wrapped around Jaxon’s small hand, her grip tightening instinctively, like she needed to feel him, to confirm he was real, and the moment her skin touched his, something broke inside her. She sank into the chair beside his
AUTHOR’S POV. Aurora’s eyelids fluttered open slowly, her vision blurred at first, the bright overhead lights stinging her eyes as consciousness returned in fragments, her body feeling heavier than usual, like something had drained every ounce of strength from her, and for a few seconds, she simply lay there, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, trying to piece together where she was and how she got there. There was a faint, rhythmic beeping somewhere to her left, steady and clinical, and then she felt it—the warmth. A hand wrapped around hers, it felt firm and careful, almost…afraid. Her gaze shifted, her head turning slightly on the pillow, and that was when she saw him. Xavier. He was seated beside her bed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees, his hand holding hers like he was afraid she would disappear if he let go, and the moment their eyes met, something in his expression shifted—relief, exhaustion, guilt—all crashing into one. Aurora frowned faintly, her brow
Aurora lay on the metal bed, her body draped in a stark white sheet that covered her from chest to toe. Only her face was left uncovered, framed by hair that had been gently brushed back, though it looked lifeless without the soft glow of her spirit animating it.Xavier stopped dead in his tracks.
Xavier stepped out of the emergency ward, the heavy doors closing behind him with a dull thud. The corridor seemed unnaturally quiet, save for the low hum of fluorescent lights above. Dr. Henry was waiting, arms crossed, face solemn.“What do I need to do?” Xavier’s voice was low, hoarse, almost un
Before Xavier could brace himself, Cole turned on him and drove his fist into Xavier’s face. The crack of bone against skin echoed through the office.Xavier’s head snapped to the side, his body stumbling back into the desk. He didn’t raise a hand to defend himself. The pain was nothing compared to
Cole Reed had been dialing Aurora’s number for the third time that morning, the phone pressed so tightly against his ear it hurt. Each ring stretched longer than the last, gnawing at his patience until finally, the call went to voicemail. Again.He closed his eyes, dragging a weary hand down his fa






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