JANIS – POV
The 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 iJames 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
The first gift arrived before breakfast. A small parcel wrapped in faded brown parchment, tied with twine. No note. Just a delicate silver pendant nestled inside—shaped like a wolf mid-howl, its eyes tiny rubies that shimmered faintly in the light. Lara blinked at it, expression unreadable. Peter tilted his head. “That’s not from the pack’s jeweler,” he murmured, examining the box. “Looks... personal.” “I think it’s custom,” Yousef added with a grin. “Which means someone’s getting soft.” Lara rolled her eyes and tucked the pendant away, trying not to smile. But then, came the second gift. A familiar tin of berry-infused tea—her favorite blend, the one only one specific Alpha ever noticed her stealing sips of late at night in the kitchen. Y
💌 Author’s Note – Chapter 40 💌 To my incredible readers, ✨ We made it to Chapter 40! ✨ I don’t even have the perfect words to describe how grateful I am that you’ve journeyed with me this far. From quiet forests to burning secrets, from stolen glances to soul-deep bonds—you’ve stayed. You’ve felt. You’ve believed. Thank you for every moment you’ve spent here, for every page you turned, every gasp, every scream, every silent prayer you whispered for Lara. This story would be nothing without your eyes on it, your hearts in it. ♥️ But hold on tight, because we’re not slowing down. More mysteries are cracking open. The shadows are shifting. And some truths? They’re better left buried… or are they? Stay with me, because what comes next will burn brighter, cut deeper, and change everything. With all