Masuk~Rhea~The scent of blood mixed with a sickeningly chemical smell that I recognize as wolfsbane residue fills my nose as I open my eyes.I gag, my stomach churning with the offensive smell. With as much strength as I can muster, I kick the filthy blanket wrapped around my body away, watching it slide across the metal floor.Overcome, cold, misery, and the pain I feel as a result of my taped mouth, I weep, my soft cries swallowed by the loud rocking of whatever I’m inside.I look around slowly, realizing that I’m inside a truck, a sealed truck.The weather is so cold that my body is shaking. The hard metal floor feels like ice against my skin.The temperature continues to drop, and I begin to shiver. Soon, the shivering becomes uncontrollable, and I’m forced to reach for the foul-smelling blanket I previously kicked away.With trembling hands, I pull it around my shoulders, muttering quiet swear words at the men who kidnapped me.The journey is agonizing. Every bump in the road sends
Gracie lets out a shaky breath, her fingers holding tight to mine.For a moment, there’s quiet, just her heavy breathing.Then, she whispers with trembling lips, “I wish they were here.”My chest tightens.“I wish the parents were here to see and experience their baby coming into the world…” she continues, her voice breaking.Tears slide down her face now.“I don’t even know why their absence hurts so much,” she admits softly. “But it does…”I sigh, regretting that I didn’t tell her about them all along. I'd been waiting for the green light from Lawyer Calista, which she gave me a couple of days ago, and I planned to speak to Gracie about them today, after her antenatal.But I guess the Moon goddess has better plans.“Gracie…” I call her, my voice gentler now. “The child’s parents,” I continue carefully. “We’ve found them.”Her brows pull together.“What?”“They came last week.”The room goes still. Even Stephanie shifts beside me, her surprise palpable.“You… you never told me,” Grac
~Jess~The hospital corridor feels brighter today as I make my way to my office to meet Gracie, who I believe should be done with her routine antenatal checkup by now.First, I make a brief stop at the A&E to speak to one of the doctors about a particular patient before continuing my journey back to the maternal and child health department.I’m just about to turn into the corridor leading to my office when I hear my name.“Dr. Jess!”I stop mid-step and turn.Stephanie is rushing toward me, with uneven breaths that prove she’s been running.“Steph? What’s wrong?” I ask.“It’s Gracie,” she says quickly. “She’s about to go into labor. She suddenly started screaming in severe pain when she arrived at the hospital. Dr. Foster tried to calm her down, but the pain was persistent. So they wheeled her to the ward, where she was examined and confirmed to have a dilated cervix. She’s just been wheeled into the labor ward.”Everything inside me snaps into focus.“What? I thought she was already
~Rhea~After several days indoors, Lucrous and I finally decide to step out of the house to get some real food.We’ve been relying heavily on the few snacks we got from the airport. Now that we’ve managed to stay under the radar for just enough number of days to shift attention away from us, Lucrous decides it's the right time to get acquainted with our surroundings, eat, and set up our small apartment, which costs a manageable sum as well.The house was arranged by one of Lucrous most trusted acquaintances, who also provided us with an old car that wouldn’t draw unnecessary attention our way.As we leave the store, the night air feels eerie against my skin as I walk briskly alongside Lucrous, carrying one of the shopping bags, with my wolf instincts screaming danger with each step we take. Something isn’t right. I can feel eyes on us, predatory and calculating, hidden among the buildings of the unfamiliar town.“Lucrous, I think someone is following us,” I whisper, unable to keep th
“Hey,” Tommy says, stepping forward with forced cheerfulness. “I have something that might cheer you up.” He pulls out his phone and taps the screen a few times before holding it where I can see. “Remember this? From your vacation with Jess years ago?”The video starts playing, and my heart clenches painfully in my chest. There she is, my Jess, her eyes bright with happiness, her smile radiant as she looks directly at the camera, at me.“Could you try making the video from this angle, please?” Jess pleads with Tommy.There's a shuffling and shaking of the camera before it becomes steady again.“I’m making this video for the love of my life, Dominic Hearst.” She says and blushes. “Hey, Baby, thank you for such a beautiful vacation. My wolf and I are really happy, and we appreciate you,” her voice, so full of love and joy, comes through the speaker.I've never seen this video. So, it both surprises and makes me happy.Tears fill my eyes, blurring the image as the video comes to an end.
The actual meaning of her words hit me. Dominic had tried to kill himself? My wolf stirs uneasily within me, touched by Helena Hearst's words.But a little reminder of how the woman and her son humiliated us back at Westwood is all it takes to strengthen our resolve. “Mrs. Hearst,” I call in a firm voice, “I’m sorry about your son, but his actions are not my responsibility.”“Please,” she begs. “Just come see him. One visit. That’s all I ask. I swear on my life that no creature in this world would find out that you visited.”But I shake my head, my eyes hardening with resolve. “No. Dominic made his choices. And so did I. I’ve moved on, Mrs. Hearst. Tell him to do the same.”“You emotionless, wicked, and heartless-”I hang up before she can finish, my hand trembling slightly as I drop the phone back on my desk. Holding the edges of my desk a little too tightly, I take several deep breaths to steady myself.Dominic attempted suicide because of me. The thought keeps repeating in my mi
~Rhea~Celine Blackwaters voice reaches me where I stand eavesdropping on her conversation with Grandma Regi.“I do not know what else you want from me when the person involved already made his choice.” She tells Grandma.“She is not the right woman for him,” Grandma Regi insists. “Celine, look aro
Philip’s eyes widen questionably at me, and just to be clear, I nod and reply, “Yes, Allister is my Fiancé. Now we have to go. I’ll see you around, Phil.”“Sure,” he lets out, looking like gallons of energy have been sucked out of him.
The street light turns green, but Allister doesn’t move the car right away.“You don’t have to lean on me every time,” he says gently. “Just… don’t lock me out of your life.”His thumb brushes over my knuckles, slowly.“You have me. You’ve always had me.” He hums reassuringly.His words are simple
“Officer,” Allister cuts in. “Miss White is my client. And if you want this issue thrashed out in court, then it’s fine. You already know we go all out for anyone under my law firm.”The police officer starts to stutter, making incoherent sentences.“Officer Dean, is it?” I ask, calling out the nam







