ログインRyan I didn’t respond immediately because if I did, I knew I would explode. So, I studied him instead, taking in the ease in his posture, the faint amusement in his eyes. He looked relaxed, but I knew better. With Roderick, nothing was ever casual.“What is it?” I asked eventually.He clasped his hands behind his back, tilting his head slightly. “I’m hosting a party tonight.”I said nothing.“For you,” he added, watching me closely.That earned him a reaction, though not the one he wanted. My expression didn’t change, but something in my gaze must have sharpened, because his smile widened just slightly.“A going-away party,” he clarified.There it was. This was not an invitation. It was a dismissal.It wasn’t that I had planned to leave - not yet. There were still too many loose ends, too many questions that hadn’t been answered. But Roderick wasn’t asking me to go.He was telling me to.And he was doing it in a way that made it seem like a celebration.I let out a quiet breath, some
Ryan I didn’t understand Rain.That thought stayed with me as I stood at the field. One minute, she had been quiet to the point of being invisible. She barely spoke, barely looked anyone in the eye, moved like she was afraid of taking up too much space. Then the next, she did something so bold, so completely out of line, that it forced everyone around her to stop and take notice.She has been so bold since we left Fenuel's pack. But today, she's back to being timid and reserved. I dragged a hand down my face and exhaled slowly, trying to ground myself, but it hadn’t worked. There had been too much noise in my head. Too many things demanding my attention all at once, each one more irritating than the last.First of all, I was annoyed by the fight with Roderick.It replayed in my mind whether I wanted it to or not. Honestly, it was the way he had stood there, completely unfazed, like he had already calculated every move I would make before I even made it. The way he had spoken, lik
RainIt had been three days.Three days since I opened that door and found Ryan standing there, looking like that - like something had been pulled too tight inside him.Three days since he asked why I hadn’t come.And three days since I realized… he hadn’t even been fully aware of what he was saying.He had been drunk.I hadn’t known it at the time. I just stood there, trying to figure out what he wanted from me, how to respond without making things worse.But before I could say anything, Malcolm had appeared behind him, one hand clamping over Ryan’s mouth as if he had done it before, already expecting trouble.“Ryan, no,” Malcolm muttered, half dragging him away.Ryan didn’t even fight it. He just let himself be taken.The door closed, and that was it.Later, I found out why. It was Roderick.Of course all of this was his idea.He had left a specific kind of liquor in Ryan’s room - the kind that loosened his control, that made him say things he normally wouldn’t. He had even sent poo
Rain “So, when are you heading out to see Ryan?” Malcolm asked. He was still hovering by the door, looking like a man ready to bolt at a moment's notice.It was almost funny. It wasn’t like I could actually do anything to hurt him - not yet, anyway. I wasn't that strong.“I’m staying in,” I said. “Just like I have for the last week.”“Um, okay. But the only reason I suggested staying in was because Ryan wasn't around. He’s back now. You could even go taunt Alpha Roderick with those ‘get-well’ flowers like you planned.”As tempting as that was, my mind was stuck on something else.“Why do you do that?” I asked.Malcolm’s brows pulled together. “What do you mean?”“The titles,” I said, trying to keep my voice soft and unassuming. “Why don’t you ever use Ryan’s?”He dodged my gaze immediately, shifting his weight. “I don’t - why are you even asking that?”“It’s just... you call him Ryan, but you call Roderick ‘Alpha.’ It’s a little weird, isn’t it?”“It’s nothing serious,” he said, his
RainRyan moved so fast I barely had time to blink.One second, he was across the room, his focus locked on Malcolm like he was about to tear him apart. He wasn't hiding it anymore - the look in his eyes was lethal. I knew that he would hurt Malcom so badly for this, and if I don't do something, things could get ugly. But before I could say anything, he stopped.It wasn’t a gradual slow-down. It was like a switch flipped, forcing his body to go rigid.The silence that followed hit harder than the noise.“Outside,” he told Malcolm. His voice was flat, way too controlled. “We need to talk.”Malcolm didn’t argue. He just nodded once and got up.“Ryan-” I started, taking a step toward him.His gaze snapped to me, and the words died in my throat.“Go sit down,” he said. “And stay quiet. Like you used to.”It stung more than it should have.For a second, I just stood there, staring. Then something in me pushed back.“Wait, why?” I asked, the word out before I could check it. “You didn’t e
RainI opened my eyes slowly this time.There was no confusion when I woke up - only the dull, lingering pain that reminded me exactly what had happened. My body felt heavy, sore in places I didn’t even know could ache, but at least my mind was clear.“Careful,” Lydia’s voice came almost immediately, softer than I had ever heard it. “Don’t move too quickly.”I blinked, my gaze settling on her as she leaned slightly over me, checking the bandages on my face. Malcolm stood a little further back, arms crossed, watching closely.“You’re recovering well,” Lydia added, adjusting something near my cheek. “Better than I expected, actually.”“I’m proud of you,” Malcolm said.I let out a quiet scoff before I could stop myself.What was he talking about? Proud of what? Me being beaten black and blue?I refused to comment on it. Instead, my thoughts had drifted elsewhere.I was still thinking about what Lydia had almost said - and the way Malcolm had cut her off so quickly.I wanted to ask about
Ryan The moment the kiss ended, I knew the problem had been solved. Not in the way I expected, perhaps. But solved all the same. Rain stood a few steps away from me, her breathing uneven, her eyes wide with shock. Her fingers hovered near her lips as if she could still feel the imprint of mine t
Rain“I need to know something,” he said.The desperation in his eyes had not faded. If anything, it had grown stronger. It made his voice sound rougher than usual, like the words were being pulled out of him instead of spoken willingly.I watched him quietly.Ryan rarely looked uncertain. He was a
RainI did not cry when Ryan left the room.I waited until the door shut and his footsteps faded down the hallway. Only then did the silence settle around me, heavy and uncomfortable.My chest felt tight.The room still smelled faintly of medicine. Malcolm had left small bottles on the table beside
Ryan Cold anger burned through the panic rising in my chest. Fenuel…. Did he do this? My eyes snapped to the flower lying a few feet away. Of course. “Damn it,” I muttered under my breath. Rain’s body jerked again. Her head knocked against the floor before I could catch it fully. I slid my ha







