LOGINSamantha's P.O. VIt was impossible to tell how long the Gardens Serenity kept me away from reality. But when I finally stood up, my entire body felt rejuvenated, like someone who was ready to take on any battle, not just head to the library. Just as I finished stretching my body, Melissa stepped into the garden, her attention fixed on the vials she was arranging in her box. I took a step back… and another, hoping to make a quiet exit before she noticed me, but immediately my hand touched the back door, and she finally looked up. “Sister Samantha! Hey, Sister Samantha.” She waved enthusiastically. I paused, then slowly lifted my hand to wave back with an awkward smile. “Mel! You're here." I was genuinely happy to see Melissa—she was the first female friend I had in, like, forever. But seeing those meds... Ugh. Hated them to the core, especially after the first time I took the
Adrian's P.O.VI glanced at the letter on my table for the fifth time before looking away again. The seal of Justin Vailos, my Gamma and most formidable fighter in the pack, was still unbroken, but I already knew what it meant. I had given him strict orders not to set foot in the Federation or make any contact with me unless he had found the whereabouts of Samantha. And now that he finally reached out again, why was I the one feeling anxious?Did they really find her? What if it was bad news? I was suddenly overwhelmed by the same helplessness I experienced at the crossroads. That day, I broke my promise and left Samantha behind, all in the hopes of seeing my Leon again. But instead, I ended up losing both of them. "Come on, Adrian, get a grip of yourself," I dragged a hand down my face. Just because Leon was gone doesn't mean Samantha was al
Samantha's P.O. V “One, two, three…” Immediately I reached “four,” I lifted my right arm and left foot off the floor, holding it for a few minutes. “Five”, I lowered them down and repeated on the other side, lifting my left arm and right leg. There was still a slight pull in my abdomen, but it wasn't enough to keep me bedridden. I opened my closet and selected a few clothes, hoping a quick bath would give me some much-needed relief. And sure enough, stepping back into my bedroom, I felt exactly that. “Not bad at all," I giggled, taking one last look at my reflection, which seemed to have improved a lot, all thanks to Melissa's medication. Just as I was about to leave, something caught my attention, making me pause. I reached up, picked out a single strand of hair, and examined it closely. The strand was a mix of black and white, forming light silver.I stared a
Adrian's P. O. V "Come in," I said tiredly, lifting my head from the table. “Your Highness", Old stewardess Agnes greeted. "The Patriarch requests your presence at the dining hall." “Tell him I'm not hungry," I grumbled. “The patriarch thought you might say that," she replied. “That is why he ordered the guards to take you down by force if you refuse to show up within the next hour." _How pathetic, the same force I used to threaten Cassandra was now being directed at me if I didn't comply with Rowan's orders.__What is wrong with this family and violence?_“Alright… I'll be there when I'm ready.” I said simply. She bowed slightly before quietly leaving the room. I did a quick morning routine—washed up, got dressed, and didn't bother much with my looks. Just as I was about to close my door, the sound of another opening down the hall caught my attention.Cassandra stepped out of a room that obviously wasn't hers, dressed in tight jeans, a simple white top, and sneakers. Never
Samantha's P. O. V“Sister Melissa, what brings you here?” Ashford asked, flashing an awkward smile. “Isn't it obvious?" Melissa scoffed, "I'm here to check on my patient, not to chit-chat with you." I blinked slowly. “Patient?”Melissa turned to me, a delicate smile on her lips. “Do you see any other injured person lying around here?" I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. I mean, how could someone who looked like she was about to spit fire on my face just a few days ago be the same person who saved my life? Melissa gestured to the door. “You may leave now."Ashford folded his arms across his chest, refusing to move. “And why exactly do I have to leave? It's not like I'll disturb the treatment or anything”.Melissa raised a brow. “If you don't leave, then you'll be the one doing the treatment. And when Ryan finds out about it and becomes very upset, then it'll be your head on the chopping block, not mine”. “Hump”. Ashford hugged himself as he stormed off. Melissa pu
Adrian's P.O. V Even if it wasn't difficult to do, I still couldn't bring myself to look away from the mirror I had been staring at for the past hour. My hair stuck out in every direction, and my eyes were already tired even though the sun had barely risen.But no matter how hard I stared, the only person I could see was the man they had turned me into, not the one I was supposed to be. Who was I, really? The future king, the killer, or just another puppet on a string? The water running from the sink had already covered the ground and was already reaching my ankle. I didn't bother to put on my shoes or turn off the tap because the pain I felt on the outside was nothing compared to the one I felt on the inside. “Your Highness," a voice called out, knocking on the door loudly. “… Your Highness, are you okay?" I exhaled slowly and let my eyes rest for a few minutes. When I opened them again, the only thing I could see was blood dripping down the mirror like melted wax off a candl







