تسجيل الدخولDorian POVIt felt like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over my head. All the anger I’d felt vanished within seconds, replaced by something I couldn’t even name.She wanted me to reject her.Me. Dorian Greyson.I should reject her?I almost scoffed at the audacity of it. She had to be joking. There was no way she actually meant that shit.But I couldn’t smell fear on her anymore. No trace of the trembling girl who used to flinch every time I raised my voice. And the look on her face told me everything I needed to know.She was serious.“The child isn’t mine,” I said quickly, not even understanding why those were the first words rushing out of my mouth.“What?” she breathed, her hardened expression finally cracking with confusion.“I said the child isn’t mine,” I repeated, feeling something tighten painfully in my chest, making it hard to breathe properly.“That’s… that’s not possible,” she stammered. “She announced it in front of everyone. The whole pack believes…”“The whole p
Rhea POV Isa was wrong. Dorian didn’t love me. He had almost killed me. That was how little I meant to him. He had been seconds away from ending my life over a kiss. Kale would never put his hands on me like that. He would never hurt me this way. “You said you didn’t want kids,” I continued after the silence dragged on, him just staring at me. “You put me on birth control pills so I couldn’t have your child while you fucked me whenever you wanted. I took those pills religiously. I never skipped a single day. Not once.” My voice sounded steadier now. Colder. “I thought you hated the idea of having children,” I admitted quietly before swallowing the painful lump in my throat. “But maybe… maybe you just hated the idea of having one with me.” Which was fine, I guessed. I never wanted a child with him either. And now that I finally understood that much, maybe I could stop hoping he’d eventually change. Stop letting my mind wander into stupid fantasies that were never going to
Rhea POVDorian had his head tilted back against the couch cushion, eyes closed while a cigarette rested between his lips as he slowly puffed smoke into the air.My brows pulled together slightly when my gaze landed on the dark red stains smeared across his left hand.Blood.Dried blood.Was it his?…Or had he killed someone?The entire sitting area of his chambers was suffocating with smoke, thick gray spirals curling lazily toward the ceiling. Dozens of cigarette butts overflowed from the ashtray sitting on the floor. Alcohol bottles were scattered across the carpet, some empty, others tipped over with their contents soaking into the expensive fabric beneath them.But that wasn’t even the worst part.The sitting area looked completely different from yesterday.There was barely anything left untouched.Furniture had been flipped over. Glass was shattered across the floor. Decorations had been ripped down. Anything breakable had either been smashed to pieces or cracked beyond repair.
Rhea POVA heavy, awkward silence hung between us as Sarah led me back toward the banquet hall.Why wasn’t she saying anything?Why wasn’t she interrogating me?She had literally seen me in Kale’s arms kissing him, yet she hadn’t reacted at all. What was she thinking?Maybe it was because I was so used to being questioned over things like this that the silence itself made me nervous.I couldn’t take it anymore.“Sarah… can I talk to you?” I whispered, my voice shaky around the edges while my heart pounded hard against my chest.Her steps slowed before she finally turned to look at me.“About… about what happened… I…”“You don’t need to explain yourself to me,” she cut in calmly.I blinked at her.“You don’t hate me or anything?” I asked quietly, worried this would somehow make her pull away from me.We were only just starting to get close, and the last thing I wanted was for this to ruin that. I knew how people around here acted once someone became a target of gossip or judgment. I di
Kale POV“His cover name was John, but his real name was Alberto. How we caught him is a long story, but he was sent to find a woman. A woman with black hair and blue eyes who was supposed to be dead over two decades ago. But his employers believed she somehow survived and escaped,” Damian explained.“What happened to the spy?” I asked.“Well… he got complications after Dorian had his legs broken, so there’s a high chance he’s dead,” Damian said, making me gasp softly.“How certain are you that she’s the one they’re looking for, though? I mean, they said her name is Lydia,” I asked.Damian shook his head slowly. “You really can’t be that stupid,” he muttered. “Do you honestly think a woman on the run would keep using her real name? Especially someone who’s been hiding for over twenty years?”“Right,” I muttered, my mind already racing.“Look… I’m not a hundred percent certain she’s the one,” Damian admitted, “but she’s one of the very few people I could barely find anything on. The ot
Kale POV “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be there in about 30 minutes,” I said into the phone to Damian, who had been whining nonstop about me bringing him fresh clothes to the hospital. “No,” he cut in with a frustrated sigh. “Just hurry up. I need to take a bath.” “Sure thing, Your Highness,” I replied with a chuckle before I hung up, then let out a breath as I made my way toward his bedroom. A room he never really liked me stepping into, but of course, he didn’t have much of a say right now, not while he was stuck in a hospital bed. Too bad for him, because I was fully prepared to snoop around. Pushing the door open, I stepped inside. Damian’s room was exactly how I remembered it. Neat, organized, and completely devoid of any personal touch. No photos, no trinkets, nothing that hinted at the man who actually lived here. It was like he was trying to erase himself from his own space. I shook my head and walked over to his closet, pulling out a set of fresh clothes: a shirt, pants, underwea
Dorian POVDamian was speaking. I knew he was because his lips were moving and he kept laughing like a fool in between whatever he was saying, but none of it reached me.My gaze was fixed on Rhea, who had stopped scrubbing the floor and was now wiping down the shelves with slow, careful strokes. He
Dorian POVMy fists were clenched tightly in my pocket until I was back in my chamber and finally collapsed into the couch. What was I pissed about this time? I tried to regulate the storm swirling inside me, but my mind wouldn’t stop replaying what I had seen.Her. In his arms.The way she kissed
Dorian POVMy thumb brushed my bottom lip before I bit down on it, hard. I could still taste her on my lips. She tasted like strawberry — weird, I know — but I had gotten so addicted to that taste that whenever my eyes glanced at her lips, devouring them was all I could think about.I cursed silent
Rhea POV The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was place the stack of cash in a box under my bed. Mom almost never came into my room when I wasn’t around but who knows this time. I didn’t have time for explaining. “You’re leaving this early?” Mom said as soon as I stepped out alrea







