Jealousy often reveals what words dare not say. In this chapter, Adriana begins to confront feelings she hasn’t fully acknowledged even to herself. The sight of Hunter with someone else doesn’t just sting; it shatters a boundary she thought she had under control. This moment isn’t just about rivalry. It’s about realization. For Adriana, it marks the beginning of a shift from being a girl caught in someone else’s world to a woman discovering her own emotional truth, even when it hurts. Thank you for walking this path with her. The chains are tightening, but so is the connection she never asked for and can no longer ignore. — Aurora_
Hunter’s POVI’ve faced enemies who wanted me dead. I’ve had bullets whistle past my head and knives pressed against my throat. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for the sound of her scream.It shattered something in me.I was in the walk-in closet, zipping up the hospital bag I’d packed days ago. Just in case. Diapers. A folded blanket that still smelled like her. A tiny bear I bought the week I found out we were having twins. And the pregnancy test—the one I bought the day I started hoping instead of just planning.Then she screamed again.I dropped everything.“Adriana!”I bolted from the closet, heart pounding like I was under gunfire. She was doubled over at the edge of the bed, hands clutched around her belly, her face tight with pain.“My water broke,” she gasped, her voice trembling. “Hunter—”I didn’t wait.I lifted her into my arms and carried her down the stairs, barking orders into my phone. “Get the car out front—NOW. Saint Arlet’s. Clear the road if you have to.”She burie
(Adriana’s POV)I woke up to an empty bed.The sheets beside me were already cool, and the space where Hunter should’ve been still held the faint scent of his cologne leather, citrus, something darker that I’d never been able to name but had grown to crave. I blinked slowly, turning onto my side with a wince. The twins,our twins, were heavy this morning. My back ached in that dull, dragging way that made it hard to find the right angle, and my legs felt stiff from the way I must’ve slept.I placed a hand over my belly, smoothing my palm across the tight stretch of skin. They didn’t kick, not yet, but they were awake. I could feel it. That strange, silent awareness. Like we were all sharing one body, one tired heartbeat.The sunlight filtering through the curtains was gentle, golden. The kind of soft light that usually meant peace. But today… it just made the room feel too big. Too quiet. Too empty without him.Hunter.A small, involuntary sigh left my lips. I didn’t hear any sounds fro
⚠️ TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: The following contains mature content, explicit sexual themes, and intense emotional intimacy. For 18+ readers only.Chapter 27: Letters to the Future (Extended Scene – Raw Version)(Adriana’s POV)It was late.The house was still. The kind of silence that came only when the world had gone to sleep and everything that mattered was right here inside four walls, beneath warm sheets, under the weight of breath and heat.I should’ve been asleep. But sleep hadn’t come easy for weeks. I was eight months pregnant, heavy and restless, the twins shifting inside me like tides against the shore. And yet, I didn’t feel alone.Hunter was lying next to me. On his side, facing me. Watching me.I’d felt his eyes on me before I even opened mine.“You’re staring,” I murmured.“Damn right I am,” he said quietly.I turned my head to meet his gaze. There was something in it tonight hot, dark, hungry. But deeper than lust. Deeper than need. It was something primal. Like he wante
(Adriana’s POV)It had been exactly eight and a half months since everything changed.Eight and a half months since my father signed the contract that handed me over. Since Hunter pulled me from one world and dropped my heart first into another. Eight and a half months since I became his. Since I found out I was carrying his children. Since I stopped fighting and started… living.Now, I was full-term. Nine months pregnant. The twins could come at any moment. Every little cramp, every shift, every odd ache sent a ripple through me—was this it? Were they ready?I wasn’t afraid.I used to think of that girl I once was, the one with shaking hands, wide eyes, and no answers. But she had grown. She had become someone who wrote love letters to the future.So that’s what I was doing this morning, curled up in the sitting area of our bedroom, the sun flooding through the windows, making the white curtains glow like silk. I had my journal open across my lap, a pale pink leather-bound one with s
(Adriana’s POV)Hunter finally answered.He didn’t get up. He didn’t leave the room. He just pressed the phone to his ear, jaw still tight, muscles tense under the white cotton of his shirt. But his eyes… they flicked to mine. Like he was making sure I saw.Like he wanted me to know: he wasn’t hiding anything.“Rayna,” he said quietly.I shifted upright, legs curled under me. My hands found my bump—almost instinctively now—rubbing soft circles across the curve as I watched him.There was a pause on the line. Then Hunter frowned slightly, the tension in his shoulders slowly, barely, unwinding.“What?” he asked, voice still gruff. “No. She’s fine. Why would you—”Another pause.And then, his expression changed. Subtle, but I saw it. Something had knocked the edge off his anger. His grip on the phone loosened just a bit.“Okay,” he murmured. “That’s… unexpected.”He went quiet again, just listening. I sat still, my heart knocking against my ribs. I didn’t want to interrupt, but I couldn’
(Adriana’s POV)Mornings in Hunter’s house didn’t used to feel like this.They used to feel like waiting rooms~silent, heavy, tense with whatever unspoken thing might come next. Now, though, the quiet was softer. It didn’t press against my chest like a weight. It settled gently, like a lullaby I didn’t know I needed.I was curled up in bed, Hunter’s side already cold. Sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, spilling gold over the pale bedding and the soft bump of my stomach. I ran my hand over it absently, still getting used to the slight curve. The babies—our babies—were growing. I hadn’t felt a kick yet, but I could feel them. In the fatigue that hit faster, the way my body stretched without asking, and in the fierce way Hunter watched me, like if he blinked too long, I might disappear.I reached for my new phone, the one he gave me a few weeks ago. My fingers still hesitated every time I unlocked it. Like freedom wasn’t something I’d earned yet. But it wasn’t about freedom an