LOGINTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
WinterThe morning light bled softly through the curtains, gold spilling over the sheets, over his skin. Tyron slept beside me, his arm draped over my waist, his breathing steady and deep. I could feel the weight of his body against mine, the quiet warmth of it. There was something peaceful about wa
Casey's POV The morning of our wedding dawned soft and golden, and I felt the strange flutter of nerves and excitement coiling through me. My belly was already rounded from four months of carrying our child, and every glance at Louis made the world around me feel like it had sharpened into perfect
A part of me wanted to run straight to him, to demand the truth. But another part,stronger, quieter,knew I couldn’t. Not yet. I needed to understand first.I spent hours in the archives, combing through record after record, but everything said the same thing: rebellion, betrayal, self-destruction. N
Winter POVThe next morning I did not go to the training grounds. I did not even bother to check the field from my window. Aria had already texted me asking if I was running late and I stared at her message for more than a full minute without responding. I felt guilty but my chest was too heavy for







