Crane lay awake long after Lara’s breathing evened out, his wolf strangely at peace for once. Two hours passed before he finally closed his eyes, and even then, the rest was shallow. By the time the first pale ribbons of dawn crept into the sky, he had slipped from her bed without a sound.Downstairs, Alex was already making notes about repairs. Crane’s gaze fell on the hallway tiles. “Replace them,” he said curtly. “And… keep your eyes on her. Always.”Alex arched a brow, smirking. “Oh wait—did I just hear the almighty Alpha showing care for a mere human?”The tips of Crane’s ears turned an uncharacteristic shade of red. Without a word, he strode out toward the waiting car, leaving Alex to quietly savor his small victory.Lara woke an hour later, drowsy and unsure if the night had been real or just a dream. She scanned the room—no sign of Crane. Disappointment pressed heavy in her chest… until a faint, intoxicating trace of him reached her.
Morning light spilled gently across the garden, brushing against the fresh blooms that swayed in the early breeze. Crane was already gone for the day, leaving the estate unnervingly quiet—until Alex, Yousef, and Peter arrived like a burst of color. Breakfast was warm and full of teasing laughter. Afterwards, the four of them sat in the garden’s shaded alcove, the air carrying the faint scent of wet earth even though the sky was still clear. “It’s the start of a new month,” Alex said, leaning back in his chair with that lazy grin of his. “The beginning of the rainy season.” Yousef chuckled, sipping from his coffee. “Oh, it’s gonna pour hard today. First-day rain always hits like it wants to wash the whole town away.” Lara didn’t respond at first. She stared at her hands, a strange heaviness settling in her chest. She didn’t know why—but the thought of heavy rain made her uneasy. Alex noticed. He knew. Lara did
James stood on the sidewalk, glancing up at the chic little café Janis used to haunt. The place still smelled of roasted beans and warm pastries, but something felt… off. He walked in, forcing a smile at the barista. “Large caramel latte… and, uh, is Janis in today?” The barista’s polite smile didn’t budge. “Sorry, she moved. Haven’t seen her in weeks.” James blinked. Moved? “No, she didn’t—” “Sir,” the barista’s tone turned politely final, “she doesn’t come here anymore.” James left, heart thudding. By the time he reached the boutique two streets over, the same story met him—she’s moved away. The hair salon? Same thing. Everywhere he looked, it was like Janis had been erased. He didn’t know that three blocks away, in the top-floor corner of an upscale apartment building, Corey was sitting with a glass of whiskey in hand. One ankle crossed over the other, per
Janis hadn’t touched her phone in days.It lay there on the dresser like a silent witness, holding messages she wasn’t ready to see. But that evening, something in her gave way. She switched it on.The screen lit up with a flood of notifications—missed calls, unread messages, some angry, some desperate. But her gaze froze on one name.Maya.The message was short.> Big brother is worried about you… and my baby sister or brother in your womb, Aunty Janis. Please come home.Her chest tightened. The words pressed against her ribs until breathing felt like work.At dinner, she pushed her food around for a while before looking up at Corey.“Can I… go see Maya? Just to make sure she’s okay. I’m feeling better now.”Corey’s fork paused mid-air. He knew the weight behind the request, knew where her thoughts might wander if she went. But he also knew she wasn’t asking for James—she was asking for Maya.
Morning slid in quietly, brushing against her eyelids with pale gold light. The sheets smelled faintly of lavender — not hers, but Corey’s choice.She stirred, stretching, and that’s when she noticed him.Corey.Standing tall by the curtains, one hand gripping the fabric, the other shoved into his pocket. His gaze wasn’t on her — it was outside, as if the city had something to tell him.“You’re awake,” he said without turning.Janis pushed herself up slowly, blinking against the light.Then he glanced over his shoulder, mouth twisting.“Your husband,” he said in a mocking drawl, “has been calling you.”Her stomach tightened.She reached for her phone on the nightstand, hands moving faster than she meant them to.Four missed calls.One dry text: Call me when you can.Just like that — whatever tiny, fragile hope she had built in her chest last night crumbled like dust in her han
JANIS – POVThe park was quiet. Just as she remembered it.The old bench beneath the jacaranda tree still had Lara’s initials carved into it — a silly thing they’d done one night after too much cake and laughter. Janis stood there now, shoes digging into the wet grass, the air thick with the scent of fallen leaves and something heavier.Guilt.She took a shaky breath and closed her eyes.FLASHBACK —“Put that much pepper and I swear I’ll sue your taste buds,” Lara laughed, swatting Janis’s hand away from the sizzling pan.“It’s called seasoning, you uncultured goat,” Janis shot back, giggling as she dumped more onions in.The two of them danced around the portable stove, barefoot, hair messy, their laughter echoing through the empty park. No judgment. No boys. No secrets.Just Janis and Lara — soulmates who never needed romance to love each other.NOW —The memory made her chest cave i