LOGIN81. Rachael. Ethan's lips crashed onto mine with an urgency that left me breathless. His kiss was intense as if he feared I'd vanish into thin air if he let me go, even for a moment. As he deepened the kiss, his hands roamed over my body, the thin hospital robe swishing with each movement, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a rush of emotions, overwhelmed by the passion and longing in his touch.Finally, I managed to break free from the kiss, gasping for air. "Ethan, I'm not running away," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart.Ethan's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with desire and adoration. He leaned his forehead against mine, his chest heaving with each breath. "You don't know how much I have missed you," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. The words hung in the air, filled with a depth of feeling that spoke of a longing that went far beyond physical absence. In that moment, I felt seen, felt, and cherished in a way that left me
80. Rachael. I was relocated to a new room, one that seemed to cater to my every whim and need. The VIP suite, reserved for the pack's most esteemed members, was a far cry from the sterile hospital room I'd previously occupied. The ambience was more akin to a luxury hotel, with plush furnishings and modern amenities that seemed to whisper comfort.As I settled into the spacious bed, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. The soft glow of the lamps and the gentle hum of the air conditioning created a soothing atmosphere, one that seemed to lull my frazzled nerves into a state of calm. Even the IV stands as a constant reminder of my fragile state and seems less imposing in this setting.The room's décor was tasteful, with subtle patterns and muted colours that seemed to promote relaxation. I let out a deep breath, feeling my body begin to unwind. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, I felt like I could finally start to heal, to let my guard down and allow myself to rest. B
79. Ethan. Naomi Rutherford stared at me with a look of yearning in her eyes. I could only pity her because I understood how she felt about her father's betrayal. "Ethan, I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words hung in the air, carried by the gentle breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees surrounding us. We sat side by side on a bench, watching the park's lush greenery sway in the wind. The weather had been perfect for our last talk, with the sun shining down on us and a soft, warm glow casting a sense of serenity over the scene.I turned to her, my arms folding across my chest. "You don't need to apologize, Naomi," I said, my voice gentle. "It's not your fault. It's obvious your father kept you out of the loop." My words were meant to comfort her, to let her know that I didn't blame her for her father's actions. But as I looked at her, I saw the weight of her guilt and regret still bearing down on her.We sat in silence for a moment, watching the world
78. Rachael. As I slowly came to, I found myself in a large, sterile bedroom surrounded by machines that beeped and whirred every second. The bright lights overhead seemed to pierce through my skull, making my head throb with a dull ache. I groaned, the sound barely above a whisper, as I turned onto my side. Every muscle in my body protested, sending shooting pains through my limbs. It felt as though I'd run a marathon the night before. I struggled to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over me, forcing me back onto the pillow. My mouth was dry, my throat parched. I tried to speak, but all that came out was a hoarse croak. My mouth tasted like piss and I hated the world. Just as I was starting to feel like I was going to pass out again, Priestess Lyanna walked into the room, a warm smile on her face. "Hello there, sleepy head!" she said, her voice cheerful. "How are you feeling?"I managed to croak out a response, my voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm going to die to
77. Rachael. Sirius, along with his henchmen were blasted out of the building all the way down with a tremendous force. Ethan was fast and lucky enough to get Chekov out of the way at the last moment. My hands glowed fiercely, oozing energy and I stared at it. I stood frozen, my chest heaving as the adrenaline began to wear off, leaving my body trembling. The Moon Goddess's power still coursed through my veins, its ferocity both captivating and terrifying. If Ethan hadn't acted so swiftly, I could have unleashed unimaginable destruction. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. As I rushed to Ethan's side, Chekov's limp form in his arms filled me with concern. "Is everyone alright?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Ethan gently laid Chekov on the ground, his eyes assessing the man's condition before standing up. "I got him out of the way before it landed. But we don't have much time." He glanced at my smoking hands and then to the safe room. The door to the safe room hung cro
76. Rachael. "What are you doing?" Was the pained expression on Ethan's face. He looked defeated, now that I was in the palm of our enemy. The men brought me to their boss, each man on both sides of my shoulders. The only movement they allowed was to go forward, at the pace they set. Chekov's limp form lay motionless on the ground as the bleeding spiralled out of control. A crimson pool spread ominously around him as if his very life force was ebbing away with each passing moment. It was glaringly apparent that Chekov's life was teetering on the brink, and if he didn't receive medical attention soon, the consequences would be catastrophic. The cold calculation in Sirius's eyes seemed to be weighing options, his gaze lingering on Chekov's battered form with an unnerving intensity. "Would you look at that? He might bleed two buckets of blood before the day is over." Ethan's anguish, meanwhile, was palpable, his eyes fixed on Chekov with a desperate plea for him to hold on, to f







