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Malam Tahun Baru Imlek. Hari reuni keluarga. Vila keluarga Miller telah dihias sejak pagi, menghadirkan suasana penuh semarak. Namun, kegembiraan itu tiba-tiba pecah oleh jeritan seorang wanita yang menggema hingga ke sudut-sudut rumah. “Ah—!” Suara benda jatuh mengikuti jeritan itu, disusul tubuh seorang wanita hamil yang berguling menuruni tangga. “Becky!” Jonathan Miller bergegas menghampiri sosok itu. Wajahnya penuh kecemasan saat ia berlutut di samping wanita yang tergeletak di lantai. “Becky, kamu baik-baik saja?” Darah merah segar mengalir deras dari kaki Rebecca Pace. Dengan napas tersengal, wanita itu mencengkeram lengan Jonathan, matanya dipenuhi ketakutan. “Sakit... perutku sakit. Suamiku, bayi kita... tolong selamatkan bayi kita...” Di tangga, Nyonya Miller tua muncul dengan tergesa-gesa, wajahnya pucat pasi. “Cepat panggil ambulans!” serunya panik kepada pelayan. “Apa yang terjadi?! Bagaimana dia bisa jatuh?!” Air mata Rebecca mengalir membasahi wajahnya yang pucat. Dengan suara gemetar, ia menunjuk ke arah tangga. Semua mata tertuju ke sana, mendapati seorang gadis kecil berdiri mematung. Amelia Miller, gadis berusia tiga tahun, memeluk erat boneka kucingnya, wajahnya tampak bingung dan takut di bawah tatapan penuh tuduhan. Wajah Nyonya Miller tua mengeras. “Amelia! Apa kau mendorong Rebecca?!” Amelia menggelengkan kepala, mundur selangkah. “Bukan aku... aku tidak...” Sebelum Amelia bisa menyelesaikan kata-katanya, Rebecca memotong dengan tangis lirih. “Ayah... jangan salahkan Mia. Dia masih kecil... dia tidak melakukannya dengan sengaja...” Namun, nada suara Rebecca seolah menegaskan apa yang sebenarnya ia maksudkan. Ruangan itu dipenuhi keheningan yang mencekam. Ekspresi Jonathan berubah dingin, matanya penuh amarah. “Seseorang, kunci Amelia di loteng! Aku akan mengurusnya nanti!” katanya dengan suara tajam. Ambulans tiba, dan Rebecca segera dibawa ke rumah sakit. Sementara itu, Amelia diangkut oleh para pelayan ke loteng. Sepatunya terjatuh di anak tangga, namun gadis kecil itu hanya memandang lurus ke depan dengan wajah keras kepala. Tidak ada isak tangis, tidak ada permohonan maaf. Loteng yang Gelap dan Dingin Loteng itu suram, lembap, dan penuh debu. Tidak ada jendela, hanya gelap pekat yang mengelilingi seperti monster tak terlihat. Amelia meringkuk di sudut, memeluk boneka kucingnya dengan erat. Bibirnya bergetar, namun tidak ada yang mendengar, tidak ada yang peduli. Ia tidak mendorong Rebecca, tapi tak seorang pun percaya padanya. Suara riuh dari lantai bawah perlahan mereda, digantikan oleh kesunyian yang menakutkan. Amelia merasa dirinya ditinggalkan di dunia yang asing dan kejam. Tubuh mungilnya menggigil, bukan hanya karena dingin, tetapi juga karena lapar yang mencengkeram. Hukuman Rebecca sehari sebelumnya telah membuatnya tak makan sepotong pun hingga kini. “Ibu...” Suaranya gemetar, hampir tak terdengar. Ia bersandar di dinding dingin, matanya memandang ke arah gelap. “Mia tidak salah... Mia tidak ingin meminta maaf...” Air matanya mengalir pelan. Dalam usia yang begitu muda, Amelia sudah mengerti bahwa ibunya tidak akan pernah kembali. Setahun lalu, ibunya meninggal dunia karena sakit. Ayahnya menikah lagi dengan seorang wanita yang kini memeluk perut buncitnya dengan penuh kasih sayang di hadapan orang lain. Namun, saat tidak ada yang melihat, kasih sayang itu berubah menjadi kebencian dingin yang ia tujukan pada Amelia. “Ibu... aku rindu Ibu...” bisiknya sebelum tubuhnya melemah, pandangannya kabur, dan ia terkulai tak sadarkan diri. Pintu loteng mendadak terbuka dengan suara dentuman keras. Jonathan muncul, wajahnya penuh amarah. Ia mengangkat Amelia yang tak sadarkan diri dan menyeretnya ke luar, membiarkan gadis itu tergeletak di salju yang dingin. Udara dingin membangunkan Amelia. Ia membuka matanya perlahan, tubuhnya menggigil hebat. “Ayah...” panggilnya lemah. “Kau masih berani memanggilku ayah?!” suara Jonathan menggema penuh amarah. “Kau membunuh bayi dalam perut Rebecca! Aku tidak punya anak perempuan sekejam dirimu!” Cahaya dalam mata Amelia perlahan memudar. Ia tidak lagi memiliki kekuatan untuk menjelaskan. Jonathan, yang melihat wajah tanpa ekspresi itu, semakin murka. Ia meraih sebuah sapu besar dari sudut ruangan. Tongkat kayu itu menghantam tubuh Amelia, membuat gadis kecil itu memekik kesakitan. Namun, meski tubuhnya kecil dan lemah, Amelia tetap menggigit bibir, menahan tangis. “Ngaku salahmu!” teriak Jonathan. “Bukan aku, Ayah... bukan aku...” Amelia berbisik, keras kepala hingga akhir. Jonathan melayangkan pukulan lagi. “Kalau bukan kau, siapa lagi?! Hanya kau dan Rebecca yang ada di tangga! Apakah Rebecca menjatuhkan dirinya sendiri saat dia sedang hamil enam bulan?!”The word "Cut" usually acted like a physical barrier in my world. It was the moment the heat died, the moment the sweat felt cold, and the moment the man on top of me became a stranger again. But as Gary’s voice echoed through the warehouse, Jaxon didn’t pull away. He didn’t reach for a towel. He didn’t even blink.His fingers dug into my hips, his knuckles white against my pale skin, anchoring me to the fake leather of the sofa. He was still moving, a heavy, rhythmic assault that had nothing to do with the storyboard."Jaxon, stop! We got the shot!" Gary yelled, his shadow dancing across the floor as he approached the edge of the set. "The light is blowing out, man! Reset for the close-up!"Jaxon didn't even look at him. He leaned down, his mouth hovering just an inch from my ear, his breath coming in jagged, burning hitches. "Tell him to leave, Cherisse," he growled, his voice a gravelly ruin that vibrated through my entire chest. "Tell him if he doesn't walk away right now, I’m goi
The air in the studio was thick, a cloying mix of hairspray, cheap perfume, and the heavy musk of too many bodies in a confined space. I sat on a stool in the "backstage" area, which was just a corner of the warehouse separated by a black curtain. An assistant was touching up my makeup, her brush feathering over my cheekbones as if she were applying paint to a canvas. She didn't look at my eyes. No one ever did here.To them, I was just Cherisse, the performer. The name on the contract. The body in the scene."Okay, Cherisse, you're on in five!" the director, a man with a perpetually sweaty face named Gary, shouted from across the room.I stood up, my heels clicking against the concrete floor. The wardrobe for this scene was sparse—a sheer black lace body suit and a pair of thigh-high boots that felt like a second skin. It wasn't about fashion; it was about accessibility and a visual cue for the camera.Gary was standing next to my co-star for the day, a man who called himself Jaxon.
The voice in my head—that cold, feminine whisper—faded as the sun finally broke over the horizon, but the chill it left behind stayed in my bones. I looked at Mavros. He was still dead to the world, his massive body draped across mine like a fallen oak. The mark on my neck was throbbing, a rhythmic heat that felt like a second heartbeat. It wasn't just a wound anymore; it was a doorway. I could feel his dreams—dark, stormy, and filled with the scent of pine and blood.I shifted, the movement making the floorboards groan. Mavros’s eyes snapped open instantly. The amber was gone, replaced by a deep, molten gold that seemed to swallow the morning light. He didn't say a word. He just reached out, his hand wrapping around the back of my neck, his thumb grazing the fresh, jagged skin of the mark."You heard it too," he whispered, his voice a gravelly ruin."The voice?" I breathed, my heart starting to race again. "She said your mark would never heal, Mavros. She called you a murderer."Mavr
The pain of the bite was a white-hot iron, a searing intrusion that felt like it was rewriting my DNA. I screamed, but the sound was swallowed by Mavros’s throat as he held me against the mattress, his teeth locked into my scent gland. For a heartbeat, the world stopped. The rain, the smashed furniture, the smell of Silas’s blood—it all vanished, replaced by a sudden, violent flood of images that weren't mine.I wasn't in the cabin anymore. I was seeing through his eyes.I saw a field of ash under a moonless sky. I felt the weight of a heavy, silver-bladed axe in my hand and the cold, suffocating guilt of a secret that smelled like burnt ozone. There was a body at my feet—another Alpha, older, with eyes that looked exactly like Mavros’s. The previous leader. His father.I didn't have a choice, a voice that sounded like a younger version of Mavros whispered in the back of my mind. If I didn't kill him, the whole pack would have burned.Then, as quickly as it had started, the vision sna
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