LOGINChapter Six: Him
Selene's POV The trees whispered around us as we walked in silence. Ronan said nothing, and neither did I. The forest floor was soft beneath our boots. Sunlight slipped through the leaves above, dancing on our faces as we moved deeper, farther, into the quiet heart of the woods. I didn't ask where we were going. Something in my chest already knew. We finally stopped in a small clearing. It was silent here. There were no twisted thorns. No suffocating shadows. Just light. Just air. In the center of the clearing was a flat, smooth rock covered in moss and wildflowers. Someone—Ronan, maybe—had placed fresh white petals upon it. My breath caught when I saw the symbol carved into the rock. My father's crest. My legs grew suddenly heavy. This… was where he was buried. Tears welled up in my eyes before I could stop them. Ronan stepped aside, giving me space. I didn't look at him. I walked slowly forward to the stone, knelt down, and put both hands on it. The cold seeped through my skin. "Father," I whispered. My voice cracked. "I'm sorry it took me so long to come." The trees around me appeared to be holding their breath. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on the rock. "I should've known Kael would betray us. I should've seen through Mira's lies. I was weak. But not anymore." The tears came. Soft, silent. Not loud like before. But I didn't try to hide them this time. "I don't care how long it takes," I said to him. "I don't care if it hurts. I don't care if I bleed. I will take back everything he took from you. Your name. Your honor. Your pack." I laid my hand on the stone. "I swear it on your grave." I felt a hand on my shoulder touch me softly. I turned. Ronan was behind me now, kneeling next to me. His eyes were motionless. Silent. Yet kind. "He would be proud of you," he said to me. I shook my head. "Not yet. I've done nothing." "You lived," he said. "That in itself is something Kael never expected." I gazed at him. There was a smear of dirt on his shirt. Sweat on his skin from training. A tiny scar near his collarbone that peeked through the fabric. But he did not hide it. He was raw. Uncooked. "You didn't have to save me, " I whispered. "You could've stayed hidden." He smiled a little, the corner of his mouth. "Your father once told me… if I ever got the chance to protect what mattered most to him, I wasn't to hesitate." My heart missed a beat. " And I mattered to him?" I asked, voice small. "You were his world," Ronan whispered. His eyes then fell to my lips. "And now… you matter to me too” I froze. Not in pain. Not in fear. But something else. Something I hadn't experienced in so long. His hand drifted from my shoulder to my fingers. He didn't pull. He didn't grab. He just held them gently, giving me the choice. I allowed him. The wind stirred silently around us, as though the forest itself was clearing a path for us. He bent forward. And this time… I didn't push him away. His lips brushed mine. Soft and cautious. Like a vow he had no intention of breaking. He pulled back before I could even breathe, eyes scanning mine. "Too fast?" he asked. I shook my head. "No," I whispered. "It's… it's exactly what I needed." We sat, side by side, our hands still held. "I'm not giving up," I said again. He smiled. "Then neither am I. "CHAPTER 53Into the DarknessBradley didn’t remember how he walked back to his car.His mind was blank.His heart was pounding.His palms were damp, trembling uncontrollably as he gripped the steering wheel.The old man’s final stare.Rebecca’s brother calling after him.The weight of the address in his pocket.The echo of Rebecca’s fragile voice on the phone the night before.Everything swirled inside him like a storm ripping through his chest.He sat in the car for a moment, breath unsteady, staring ahead without really seeing. He couldn’t shake off the fear in the uncle’s voice, the warning, the plea:"Bring Rebecca home by tomorrow morning… or something terrible has happened."Bradley swallowed hard.He didn’t have tomorrow morning.He didn’t have tonight.He didn’t even have the next hour.Every second that passed dragged Rebecca closer to danger — to death.He started the engine.His hands were shaking so badly he missed the ignition twice before it roared to life. He backed out
CHAPTER 52MCMicheal MansionThe house fell into a strange, heavy silence the moment Bradley drove away — a silence so thick it felt as if the walls themselves were holding their breath.Rebecca’s uncle didn’t move for a long time.He stood at the doorway, aged hands gripping the wooden frame, his eyes watching Bradley’s car disappear down the quiet street.His expression wasn’t calm.It wasn’t relieved.It wasn’t even neutral.It was troubled.Deeply, painfully troubled.He didn’t turn away until the vehicle was completely gone. When he finally stepped back into the house, his legs felt heavier than usual — as though something inside him was warning him, dragging him down with the weight of fear he couldn’t yet name.Rebecca’s brother closed the door slowly behind him and exhaled sharply.“Uncle… why did you give him the address?” he asked, his voice clipped with frustration. “After everything Rebecca went through because of him, why would you—”The old man lifted one hand, cutting h
CHAPTER fifty oneThe Next StepMorning light crept slowly across the master bedroom, settling softly on Bradley’s face. It should have been a peaceful dawn — the kind that nudged a man awake with calm, not chaos — but the moment Bradley’s eyes fluttered open, there was nothing peaceful about him.His heart was already racing. His mind, already spiraling. His soul, already sprinting far ahead of his body, chasing the single thought that had tormented him throughout the entire night:Rebecca.Her midnight call was still echoing in his head, the tremor in her voice haunting him like a ghost that refused to fade. She hadn’t said much — she didn’t even give an explanation — she only whispered an address before the line went dead.An address he had waited years to hear.An address that burned in his mind like fire.He had barely slept. Every time he shut his eyes, he saw her face — pale, fragile, broken — the way she looked before she vanished. It stabbed him from the inside, slicing throu
Chapter FiftyThe Midnight CallThe mansion was filled with silence as Bradley lay on his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. Claudia had gone to bed hours earlier, he had tried to sleep but it wasn't coming. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that wouldn't let him rest. His heart was heavy with the weight of the secrets he had uncovered about their families.gis though was also filled with Gabriel advised it echo in his mind*you can fight for your freedom*It felt as though the world around him was trembling, every certainty shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. Just as he closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep,he looked at Claudia, a beautiful lady, modeling and with good complexion,his phone buzzed on the nightstand. His heart skipped a beat. He checked the time on his phone, it was 1:57a.m.No one had ever called him by this time, it's late.ever called at this hour. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen. The number was an unknown number ,but
Chapter Fifty The Midnight Call The mansion was filled with silence as Bradley lay on his bed, staring up at the dark ceiling. Claudia had gone to bed hours earlier, he had tried to sleep but it wasn't coming. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that wouldn't let him rest. His heart was heavy with the weight of the secrets he had uncovered about their families.gis though was also filled with Gabriel advised it echo in his mind*you can fight for your freedom*It felt as though the world around him was trembling, every certainty shattered into a thousand irreparable pieces. Just as he closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep,he looked at Claudia, a beautiful lady, modeling and with good complexion,his phone buzzed on the nightstand. His heart skipped a beat. He checked the time on his phone, it was 1:57a.m. No one had ever called him by this time, it's late.ever called at this hour. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the screen. The number was an unknown numb
Chapter Forty-NineA Lifetime Of Debt And Gratitude: The Pact That Bound The Family Vince waited for Claudia to leave before he continued, his voice was so low that Bradley barely heard him as if the memories were heavy for him to talk louder, Bradley sat there looking at his father, recollecting what Gabriel had told him with what his father has said, his heart felt bad and guilt , he knows his father is trying to show appreciation and gratitude to Samuel and Grace but on the other hands he could not help but the weight of what he had decided had been made in his decision, Decision that had made him choose Claudia right from childhood until she traveled and come back when she heard about the arranged marriage about him and Rebecca..Vince looked at his son deeply, rubbing his temples as if trying to push back the weight of the past. His eyes shone with feelings and emotions. and Bradley could see that his father was struggling. "Bradley, I owe them everything," Vince said, his voi
Chapter Twenty-ThreeMcMichael Mansion:The Interrogation Late in the afternoon sun was shining through the windows of the McMichael mansion, casting long, The house was so quiet as if there's no one indoors, the tension in the air palpable, thick enough to be cut with a knife. I sat on the edge of
Chapter Twenty TwoMcMichael Mansion:A Traitor In The MidstClaudia immediately shifted her position and raised her hand down when she saw Brandley, her face softening into something innocent and pitiful. "Bradley, I was just talking to Rebecca, we need a space. And she's upset, and I was trying to
Chapter 121 – The Return of the Alpha (Ronan’s POV)The road back to the palace seemed longer than usual. The wind whipped against my face, carrying the sharp scent of the forest and the faint aroma of smoke from distant fires. My horse’s hooves pounded the earth, each strike echoing the storm ragi
Chapter 120Selene’s POVThe room was quiet except for the soft cries of my newborn in my arms. His tiny fists clenched as though he already had something to fight for in this world. I traced my finger over his cheek, my heart swelling with both pride and fear. He was mine. No matter what anyone sa







