ログイン“Angela, stop crying like this.” Rebecca murmured softly. Her arms wrapped tightly around Angela from behind, her chin resting lightly on her shoulder as both of them stared at Axel’s still form on the bed. “He’s out of danger,Dr. Zamini is doing everything she can and Axel is strong. Our little fighter will pull through. Come on, you’ll fall sick at this rate.” Angela’s trembling lips curved faintly, though her eyes remained glassy. “I hope so…” she whispered. Rebecca pulled back, forcing a playful tone into her voice. “Alright! Enough crying. Tomorrow, we’re going shopping. Someone’s birthday is coming up.”Angela blinked, caught off guard, before letting out a tired sigh. She had almost forgotten in two days her birthday was coming. Her gaze drifted back to Axel before she straightened slightly. “I should go back to the office. It’s been three days… Mr. Woodbead won’t like it.” “Oh, perfect,” Rebecca chimed instantly, her mood lifting. “I’ll come with you. I need to talk to hi
Angela’s chest rose and fell violently, and tears streamed uncontrollably down her face, blurring her vision as she stared at him. “Go away…” she choked out, her voice breaking into a sob before it rose into a scream. But Gideon didn’t step back. In a blink, He was in front of her, his hand fisting in her hair as He yanked her head forward and got into her face. “Don’t you fucking tell me to go this time, Angela,” He growled into her ear, his voice dark and lethal. “And stop your fucking tears. Now.” She flinched violently, her body trembling under the sheer force of his command. “You don’t get to defy me,” He continued, his grip tightening just enough to remind her who held the power. “Not when I’m asking you something. Don’t run from me again, Mate. You hear me?” His wolf bled through every word. Raw, possessive, furious. But Angela didn’t bow. Her tear-filled eyes burned as she turned her head just enough to glare at him, the familiar orangish glow surfaced in her hazel or
And here He accused her of betrayal.The irony was so cruel that Angela could only smile. In pain. Raw, unfiltered pain. They had done it again. Her own people. Her own blood. They had stripped her of dignity once more, as if she was nothing more than a pawn to be moved, discarded, and used at their convenience.If Daniela had truly returned then why was He here? Why He was hell bent of wanted her back Her gaze unwillingly flickered over him, his half-naked body and then shifted to her sister, draped in nothing but a flimsy nightie that barely concealed anything. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had happened between them.Angela felt it then.Not once but twice.As if an invisible blade plunged deep into her chest and then twisted mercilessly.Every word He had ever spoken to her, every promise, every claim, every whisper were Lies. All of it. Her throat tightened.Daniela was back. And He was involved with her since when? She didn’t know. And where did that leave her? Now
Angela slipped into the elevator, her fingers trembling as she jabbed the button for the basement. The moment the doors slid open, her phone rang. She answered before the first ring could finish. “Did you get it?” “Yes! Come downstairs. I will drop you there.” Draven’s voice was firm, but laced with urgency. “I am already here.” She rushed toward the dimly lit parking area, spotting his car instantly. “Is it far?” she asked, sliding into the seat and fumbling with the seatbelt. “Half an hour’s drive!” he replied, his eyes briefly scanning her pale, strained face. “Please… drive fast.” Her voice cracked. Draven didn’t argue. He simply nodded, the engine roaring to life as they sped toward the penthouse where Gideon was staying temporarily. “Why didn’t he pick up your calls? I heard he didn’t come to the office today?” Draven asked, stealing glances at her between the traffic. “I don’t know…” she whispered, her foot tapping restlessly against the floor. Anxiety clawed at
“Dr. Zamini, when will Axel wake up?” Angela’s voice trembled, breaking under the weight of the same question she had asked countless times. “Please tell me, he is fine?”Her tear-swollen eyes never left the small, fragile figure lying on the infirmary bed for Twenty-eight hours. Twenty-eight unbearable hours of silence, of fear, of watching her child fight a battle she couldn’t see.Dr. Zamini exhaled slowly, her gaze softening with sympathy. “I wish I could give you certainty, Angela but I can’t.” Her tone was gentle, yet heavy with truth. “It may take a few more hours. But I’ve already told you, without the Alpha King’s blood, I can’t stabilize him.”Angela’s breath hitched.“Axel’s Alpha genes are too strong for his young body to handle,” Zamini continued. “They’re rejecting his own blood. Only his father’s blood can balance it or we might lose him.”Lose him.The words struck Angela like a blade.Her fingers tightened desperately around Axel’s tiny hand. She pressed trembling kis
“Angela… are you trying to choke me to death?” Dash coughed, clutching his throat as if he had swallowed poison. “What toxin is this? Wait, was this meant for Gideon?”Angela clicked her tongue, deliberately avoiding his gaze. First him, then Gideon. She shook her head slowly, apprehension pooling in her stomach.She knew she was doomed.Instinctively, she shifted sideways, already calculating her escape route, just in case these two wolves decided to tear her apart for this disaster.“I just made hot black coffee,” she muttered defensively, feigning innocence.“Coffee?” he scoffed, horrified. “You call this coffee? I told you, he doesn’t drink black..” Angela snapped her head toward him, shooting daggers through her eyes, hinting him to shut up.But it was too late. The room had fallen silent.Both of them froze, realizing the calm silence from a particular party before slowly turning toward the one man whose react
“Angela, Call Draven, now!” Rebecca ordered Angela as another howl echoed through the night. She quickly unfastened her belt, opened the glove compartment, and pulled out her gun loaded with silver bullets.Suddenly, out of nowhere, a massive brown werewolf leapt onto the windshield, cracking it in
Draven’s gaze swept across the room before landing on the discomfiting scene in front of him, and his jaw clenched hard. The sight of Angela in such a position did not sit well with him. A flicker of anger crossed his face as he immediately strode toward her. “Angela, what happened?” His voice ca
Angela looked at him with a composed face, but inside, angry chaos fluttered wildly in her chest. Her racing heartbeat betrayed her calm exterior. Why was He doing this? Why humiliate her like this here, in front of everyone?Her nervous eyes instinctively flickered toward Draven, silently seeking
Angela stepped out of Dr. Zamini’s cabin like a ghost of herself. Her face was blank, Her body felt cold, numb… as if the life had been drained out of her veins.Her mind, however, was chaos.If she didn’t seek Gideon’s help, her child would die.And if she did go to him, she might lose everything







