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
"Mine," he growls, his claws shredding my dress into pieces before tearing my panties.Suddenly, memories of how my innocence was taken away—how I was raped on the streets of New York—rush back to me.I shut my eyes tightly, trying not to tremble against him.I don’t want him to stop, and it isn’t b
The HoneymoonThe gentle hum of the private jet filled the cabin as I leaned back against the plush leather seat, sighing in contentment."You tired, my love?" Zander’s deep voice rumbled beside me as his warm fingers trailed lazy circles on my hand.I turned my head to him and smiled, basking in th
Zander kisses me slowly, tenderly, and passionately, making me weak in the knees.His hands roam around my body. He removes his lips from mine and begins to kiss my neck, making me stiffen."Relax, it's only me," he whispers, and I nod.He kisses me slowly along my neck, sucking on it and making me
The Next MorningI wake up with my head resting on a hard surface.I groan. Why is my pillow so hard?I mumble something incoherent when I feel a hand tracing up and down my spine.A deep chuckle sounds above me, and I stiffen slightly.Suddenly, memories of what happened yesterday into this morning







