Mag-log inAva's POVThe question sounded less accusing and more fearful.“You really need medical attention,” I snapped. “I told you, I was pushed!”His jaw tightened.Just then, my phone rang. I immediately reached for it. Victor grabbed it first.“Give that back!”He glanced at the screen, and his expression changed.“Andy?”Something dark flickered across his face.Raw, ugly jealousy, as though he already knew who Andy was.Before I could stop him, he answered.“Hello?”Anderson's voice came through. The moment Victor recognized it, his entire expression tightened. Without hesitation, he ended the call.The silence afterward felt suffocating.Victor lowered the phone. His eyes found mine.“What are you going to tell me now?”I stared at him. I was exhausted, confused, and frustrated. “I don't owe you an explanation.”My wolf bristled.“We're getting divorced, remember?”His face visibly flinched.“What I won't tolerate,” I continued, “is being treated like the villain when I'm the victim.”I
Ava's POV“I knew you weren’t dead.”Victor's deep voice behind me made my entire body freeze.How did he know it was me? Even with the sunglasses covering half my face, the dark cap shadowing my features, and my wolf scent masked, he had recognized me?I immediately jerked my arm back.“Let go of me,” I said coldly. “I don't know who you are.”I snarled in an attempt to escape him.In one sharp motion, he ripped off my sunglasses and cap.Cold night air brushed against my face.“Don't lie, Ava,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.“I'd recognize you anywhere, even with all your disguises.”I looked up.His gray eyes locked onto mine, but something was wrong.For a second, I almost didn't recognize the look in them. There was no indifference, no cold contempt, no irritation. Instead, there was something far more unsettling.Raw, overwhelming relief.Like a drowning man who had finally reached the surface.My wolf stiffened uneasily.A bitter laugh escaped my throat.“Recognize me?”
Laura's POVI looked away weakly.“Tell me,” Kingsley said firmly. “I’ll go talk to him myself.”“No, don’t…”I quickly grabbed his sleeve, widening my eyes slightly like I was scared he’d overreact.“He didn’t mean it,” I whispered softly. “Ava just died, and he’s emotional.”I forced myself to continue calmly.“And his grandmother...” I sighed softly. “Never mind. It’s nothing, Kingsley.”Then I pulled the blanket slightly over myself and turned away.“It’s late,” I murmured. “You should rest too.”Predictably, Kingsley didn’t let it go.“Get up.” His voice sharpened. “Tell me the truth.”I hid my smile carefully against the blanket.“Did the Smith family do something to you?” he demanded. “Is Victor cutting ties?” Kingsley asked coldly. “Or is his grandmother behind this?”“Let it go...” I made my voice smaller and weaker this time.“If you won’t tell me,” Kingsley snapped, “I’ll go to Victor right now and ask him myself.”Perfect.My wolf smirked.He actually started standing up.
Ava's POVThe moment we reached shore, everything moved quickly.Anderson and Zack left almost immediately to search for Maria while I was escorted to a small cabin hidden along the beach.The cabin smelled faintly of cedarwood, saltwater, and old smoke. Outside, the ocean roared endlessly beneath the dark sky while cold wind rattled the windows.My wolf paced restlessly inside me. Maria was still missing. Every second wasted felt unbearable, but Anderson insisted I stay hidden until he confirmed the area was safe.So I waited, and while I waited...I thought about Laura.The memory of her face on that ship still haunted me.That smile, that calmness, the satisfaction in her eyes as she shoved me into the freezing ocean.Hatred twisted violently inside my chest.My wolf snarled darkly.She thought I was dead.At exactly three in the morning, I picked up the burner phone Zack had left behind for emergencies.Then I dialed Laura’s number.The line rang only once before she answered grog
Victor's POVThe question settled heavily into the silence. I looked away toward the darkness beyond the estate because maybe he was right.Maybe this was guilt. Maybe I needed her to still be alive because the alternative was unbearable. Because if Ava was truly gone, then there would never be another chance.No chance to fix anything, no chance to explain, no chance to become someone she could have looked at without disappointment in her eyes.The thought hollowed out my chest.Reuben leaned back in his chair, studying me with sharp eyes.“From where I’m sitting,” he said coldly, “you’re drowning in guilt.”My jaw tightened.“Guilt for treating her like garbage,” he continued. “Guilt for not searching harder sooner.”Every word landed like claws digging deeper into old wounds. Wounds I had spent years pretending didn't exist.“And now,” Reuben said, “you’re clinging to anything that makes that guilt easier to live with.”My wolf lowered his head within me. I stayed silent because pa
Victor’s POVI sat alone on the balcony outside my room.A cigarette burned slowly between my fingers while smoke curled through the cold night air.My wolf hated the smell, but lately, nicotine was the only thing keeping the pressure inside my chest from tearing me apart completely.I still couldn't believe it had already been two weeks.Two weeks since Ava disappeared into the ocean and still... she hadn't been found.At first, I refused to believe she was dead.Ava was a strong woman. She survived everything.She endured it all with a stubbornness that bordered on terrifying.My wolf and I refused to accept that she could simply vanish, but as the days dragged on, doubt slowly began creeping in.And after doubt came the emotions I spent years avoiding.Guilt came first.It was sharp and relentless.It sat in my chest like claws ripping deeper every hour.Then came frustration.That emotion lingered the longest because no matter how hard I searched, every answer led nowhere.And ben
Victor's POVI didn’t answer Reuben right away.My wolf bristled faintly, picking up on the edge in his voice, but I kept my expression blank, my gaze fixed on the sky.“No,” I said simply.Reuben leaned forward, his voice lowering, becoming sharper and more cutting.“Come on, Victor,” he said. “Yo
Ava's POVMy breath caught somewhere between my chest and my throat, refusing to move as his words settled over me.My wolf lifted its head sharply, alert, watching him with narrowed eyes like it was trying to catch something hidden beneath the surface.What was he saying? What was he trying to do?
Ava's POVVictor placed a damp cloth on my forehead. The temperature difference made my wolf flinch slightly, but I didn’t react outwardly.“Next time, tell me,” he continued. “I’ll take you.”I said nothing, my eyes still closed.My lashes fluttered slightly, betraying me, and I knew he saw it. My
Victor's POVMy brows pulled together as I listened to my grandma, but my expression gave nothing away. Years of control made sure of that. Inside, though, my wolf was anything but still.“Grandma,” I said, keeping my voice even, “when we got to the office this morning, she said she had to go to he







