Mag-log inKiara
Jake’s call came as soon as I expected.
“I’ll be waiting for you at my house at 10 a.m. to end this bond. We’ll do it in front of the pack.”
I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to face the humiliation of my ex-husband, but I had to. My flight was leaving that afternoon. I needed to get away from this city. There was nothing left for me here.
Hanna, my older sister, was waiting for me at her home in Connecticut and had offered me a place to stay.
I had savings.”I’d worked for Jake’s company when we were married and earned my salary month by month. After the divorce, I was left without a husband, without a home, and without a job. Jake hadn’t taken those things from me, but I didn’t want to remain part of that world. Not anymore.
In Connecticut, I would have to start over. A new life, far from the luxuries I had been used to.
I took a taxi to Jake’s house because I no longer had my driver. He was on Jake’s payroll, and Jake was no longer going to pay him for me.
When I arrived, the huge house felt strange, yet somehow familiar. There were so many memories there, but it no longer felt like mine.
To my misfortune, Irina was the one who opened the door when I knocked.
“We were expecting you,” she smiled, stepping aside to let me in.
“You must be enjoying this, Irina,” I glared at her. “But one day your little show will be over, and he’ll find out the truth about you.”
She only smiled. My words didn’t affect her.
Jake came out of his office. My heart felt as if a dagger had pierced through it. Irina walked toward him, took his hand, and kissed his cheek. Jake turned his back on me and walked toward the backyard.
“This way, Kiara,” he said.
With a knot in my stomach and nausea threatening again, I dragged my heels toward the yard. The whole pack was there, watching me. I swallowed hard.
“Let’s make this quick,” I said.
“I, Jake Dallas, reject you, Kiara Wells, as my Luna. I renounce our bond forever.”
Jake spoke without hesitation. I had to do the same.
“I, Kiara Wells, accept to renounce our bond forever,” I replied.
Jake parted his lips slightly, staring at me coldly. But there was something different in his eyes this time. He looked surprised.
“Did you really expect me to beg for you or refuse to end the bond?” I said in front of everyone and turned around.
I wasn’t planning to stay there a second longer. I walked back into the house. A sharp headache hit me. The rejection was beginning to trigger its unpleasant and painful symptoms. I closed my eyes, feeling my vision blur.
I went home devastated, packed my suitcases, and headed for the airport. I didn’t know if I would ever return to California, but I hoped I wouldn’t have to. There was nothing left for me there. Everything that mattered was gone.
Thomas took me to the airport that afternoon. He was kind enough to accompany me to catch the plane.
“Promise me you won’t tell anyone, please,” I asked again. “My plan is never to come back. I don’t want Jake to know. I already told you.”
“Yeah, Kiara, but this isn’t right. Your kids will ask about their father someday. What will you tell them?”
“I don’t know yet,” I said, looking away.
“Think about it for a second,” he urged. “Jake might have acted like an idiot, but he would never leave you alone with two kids.”
“I won’t raise my children with his help while my sister is their stepmother.”
Was I being selfish?
To be honest, Thomas was right. What would I tell my children when they asked about their father?
“At least tell me how the pregnancy is going. I’m their uncle. I want to know how they’re doing.”
“It’s better if we don’t talk anymore,” I decided, looking him in the eyes.
Thomas stared at me, confused. He didn’t understand my decision or want to accept it, but he said nothing more.
My flight announcement echoed through the airport. I picked up my suitcase.
“The plane’s boarding. I have to go, Thomas.”
“I’ll travel with you to take care of you,” he offered.
I looked at him like he’d lost his mind.
“Are you crazy? No.”
“I can’t let you go alone and pregnant. My conscience won’t let me. After everything my brother did to you, I feel responsible and want to be there for you. At least during the pregnancy.”
“That’s insane.”
“I have money. I can do it. One of the family’s companies is in Connecticut. I don’t want to overwhelm you, but I care about what’s happening.”
Traveling with me was madness —something I couldn’t allow— but Thomas seemed determined. Before I even realized it, he had already bought a plane ticket.
A new destination that promised nothing. Moving away didn’t guarantee everything would be fine. But running away was my best option. Staying far from Jake was the only way to keep him from finding out about our children.
I took the secret with me, along with my bleeding heart.
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next.I had
ThomasThomasThe apartment was far too quiet when we arrived.I had imagined being here differently—imagined a small place filled with life, with Kiara moving around, with the babies crying, making noise, filling every corner with something real. I had pictured chaos, warmth, interruptions… a life.But there was nothing.Only silence.Not the kind of silence you look for when you need to rest or think. Not the kind that comforts you. This was a hollow silence—heavy, uncomfortable. It crept into every corner, echoing inside my head, pressing against my chest. Since the moment we walked in, I hadn’t been able to get used to it.The absence of everything was unbearable.The walls felt narrower somehow. The air was different. There was no constant movement, no voices in the background, no footsteps echoing down a hallway. No presence of others, even in quiet moments.Just emptiness.I dropped my backpack near the couch and stood there for a few seconds, not really knowing what to do next
ThomasI never thought loving someone could hurt this much until I met Kiara.I always knew she hadn’t fully forgotten Jake. That truth had always lingered somewhere in the back of my mind, like a shadow I chose to ignore. But I never believed it would come to this. I told myself that if it ever did—if one day she chose him over me—I would be mature enough to understand it. I convinced myself I was prepared.After everything I had been through—the gunshot, the hospital, the constant feeling of standing on the edge between life and death, fighting for just one more day—I thought nothing could hit me harder than that. I thought I had already endured the worst kind of pain a person could feel.I was wrong.This… this was worse. Far worse than the bullet that had torn through my body. That pain had been physical, sharp, immediate—but it had an end. It could be numbed, treated, healed. What I felt now was something entirely different. This pain didn’t have a clear source I could touch or r
Kiara It took me a few seconds to understand where I was, to remember that I hadn’t slept in the bed. My body felt stiff and my mind heavy. The memories came rushing back all at once as the morning peeked in through the living room window. I remembered the night, his low voice, the words he said
Kiara Jake was still holding my hands in his. I don’t know at what point I stopped thinking about the cut that still hurt, about the glass, the blood, or the cold kitchen. I was only aware of the contact, of his fingers wrapped around mine. Of the way his skin radiated a warmth that seeped in sl
Kiara The low, constant hum of the emergency generators kicked in minutes after the lights went out because of the storm. I thought they weren’t working until just a moment ago, when they suddenly turned on. The light returned little by little —very yellowish, soft— illuminating the staircase in f
KiaraThe sound of the phone knocked the air out of my chest. Well… I didn’t have much air left in my lungs anyway because of how close we were. It vibrated hard against the counter, an insistent sound that was impossible to ignore. It shattered the silence, the tension that wrapped around Jake and







