MasukFive years later, Stella was released from prison—only to face the brutal vengeance of Joseph, the new Alpha. Convinced she had caused his father’s death, he tormented her mercilessly. Yet he never imagined the truth: the accident five years ago had been his father’s doing, and Stella had been innocent all along. Now, as Joseph realizes he’s fallen in love with her, where does that leave him?
Lihat lebih banyak"Can you hold Collins for a minute? Ineed to dispose of his diaper, outside." Melanie gave a pleading look toone of her colleagues, holding her one and half year old son, while a babydiaper that hadn't been wrapped properly, due to the fact that she didn't wantto just drop her son in the rest room was in her hand.
She barely let them carry him anyway, butsince she offered, the lady putting on the same uniform as Mel nodded her head,taking the baby from her.
"Thanks a bunch. I will be back in a jiffy."She said and dashed away.
'Of course.' The girl muttered.
Obviously, she doesn't entrust her child toanyone unless it's very important.
She rolled her eyes at how she nearly tripped.She didn't open the knee leveled door that serves as a demarcation from staffto passing customers, before trying to get out and nearly stumbled upon it.
Duh! Am I going to eat him? She asked in herhead, before looking down at the boy in her arms.
The boy was silent. He had blonde curly hairlike his mom, but Mel's own was straight.
His cute oceanic blue eyes are boring into herown. She wanted to support his weight with one hand and pulled his cheek, butheck!
If any accident happens, she's dead.
That crazy mother that just left will tear herinto pieces, so she just opened her teeth and made funny faces.
The sound of a baby giggle resounded in space.It was a supermarket that was founded recently and thanks to those enormouscustomers patronizing them, there are so many staff, which gives the lady aprivilege to play with a baby on duty.
"God! I'm good with kids. What a stingymother your mom was. We could have been best friends, buddies Collins."She was enjoying her sweet time, playing with the boy but prepared to actnormal if Mel turned up.
Who knows if she's going to accuse her ofmaking her baby laugh too much.
Sigh.
Melanie takes everything related to her babyvery seriously there's a very good reason for that.
But those people had no idea.
...
"Excuse me, sorry….. Oops damn!" Melhad just swayed her body left to avoid bumping into a customer, while switchingthe hand she was holding the baby diaper with, to avoid them seeing it sinceshe was in a hurry and didn't wrap it in a nylon bag, but she ended upcolliding with another person.
The 'oops' she said earlier was the fact thatshe bumped into him so hard that the baby diaper pressed to his arm, possiblysome poops might have leaked and stained him.
Yes! It's a he!
A strong 'he' to be exact, as the feeling ofher head hitting his chest lingered, making her head throbbed.
She wouldn't leave out the fact that he smellsnice.
"I'm so sorry." She said, movingback and looking up into his eyes.
He looked dazed like the most unexpectedthings in the world just happened to him.
Yeah, he was handsome with curly brown hairand silvery brown orbs that further shone its beauty with the aid of his purewith irises.
Lips full, definitely the tasty type in lipsbattle, with its light red hue calling for attention.
His nose well chiseled and he possessed thebest skin tone there is. Brow hair full and she could swore their eyes lashescould spar with each other and he would win the medal.
Don't get her started on how he was tall andbroad chest screaming 'come and hug me, mouthwatering abs is guaranteed'
He was putting on a white shirt and blackpants that hugged his lower body and you can already guess tight ass stoodbehind.
He was incredibly hot, but whatever.
Oh! She wasn't accessing him to tell him he'sgood looking, but trying to pick out the perfect befitting insult to rain onhim, if he speaks nonsense, because right now, he looked like what touches himwasn't a general thing.
As if he doesn't poop and to top it all, it'sa baby one.
Years passed.The coastal town where Stella settled bloomed with color—sea wind, open skies, and quiet rhythms that never asked about the past.She opened a small music school tucked between a bookstore and a florist. The windows were always full of light. Laughter echoed from inside as children learned to play scales with sticky fingers and nervous grins.Mischa, the orphan pup she adopted from the rehab center, now ran barefoot through the halls, laughing as he slammed piano keys with innocent chaos.And every evening, Stella sat by the window with a cup of tea, humming melodies that had no name.---She still didn’t remember everything.Fragments drifted in and out—a cracked teacup, a swing in a courtyard, a man's voice calling her name in the rain.But the weight of that old pain had lifted.And even in absence, some part of her had healed.---During a spring recital, her students performed pieces they’d written themselves.Afterward, parents ap
The riverboat rocked gently beneath Stella’s feet as it pushed away from the Greenridge border dock.Mist curled over the water. Pine trees faded into the distance.She stood at the stern, clutching a stamped passport and a steaming cup of tea. For the first time in five years, her name wasn't followed by suspicion or slander.Just:Stella Hart. Citizen. Music Instructor.She exhaled deeply.Carlos had hugged her tightly at the station that morning.“Write me,” he said, voice thick.“I will,” she promised.“And don’t forget who you are.”She smiled. “I’m still learning.”---In her cabin, Stella unpacked slowly.Books. A journal. A small music box from the rehab clinic.And at the bottom—sealed in tissue paper—a wolf-fang pendant.She hadn’t remembered who gave it to her.Only that the moment she touched it, her chest ached.---The boat sailed downriver toward a new city—one with no memory of her past, no whispers in alleys, no estat
Joseph stood outside the seaside clinic just after sunrise, the sky blushing with faint gold.He held a sealed envelope, thick with documents.Inside: Stella’s full exoneration papers, a bank draft returning her withheld wages—with interest—and a one-way ticket to anywhere she chose.He didn’t ask for a meeting.Didn’t knock on her door.Just handed the packet to the nurse at the reception desk.“She’ll ask who sent it,” the nurse said.“Tell her a friend. No name.”He turned before the nurse could respond, disappearing into the mist.---Inside, Stella blinked as the nurse entered her room.“This came for you.”She took the packet warily. Slid it open.Her hands stilled over the first sheet—an official pardon, stamped by the council.Then another—a check. Her name, in bold. An amount she never dreamed of.And beneath it all, a ticket.Destination: open.Departure: anytime.She staggered back, sitting hard on the edge of the bed.
The newspaper fell from Luna Victoria’s trembling hands.Front page:“Former Alpha’s Death Under Review—Council Launches Ethics Probe”Subheadline: *Joseph Greenman Temporarily Relinquishes Command.*She stared at the headline as if it might change.Across the room, Joseph stood in silence.“You really did it,” she said. “You gave it all up.”He nodded. “They wanted a figurehead. Let them have one.”“You could’ve buried it all. No one would’ve blamed you.”“I would’ve.”---That afternoon, Joseph walked the length of the estate once more.Every hallway he passed whispered memory—of anger, pride, guilt.At the gates, he turned in his key. “I’m not coming back.”The guard hesitated. “Should we tell the staff?”“Tell them the truth.”And with that, he walked away from the only life he’d ever known.---At the coast, Stella sat in the rehab garden, sketching piano keys into the margin of her notebook.“Interesting,” her therapist said.
The alarm shrieked through Greenridge grounds at 4:12 a.m.Red strobes blinked across the windows. Doors slammed. Boots pounded the floor.Stella jolted upright in the attic, heart pounding.She barely had time to shove on shoes before Greta burst through the door. “South corridor breach. M
“Wake up, Hart! You’ve got an audience today.”Stella jolted upright. Greta stood in the doorway, scowling. “Alpha wants the ceremonial swords polished again. He says they weren’t gleaming enough yesterday.”“They were spotless,” Stella muttered, sitting up.Greta folded her arms. “Tell tha
“You’ll report to kitchen duty at six. Laundry at ten. General scrubbing after that.”The head maid, Greta, rattled off instructions without glancing up from her clipboard. Her tone was sharp, efficient, devoid of pity.“Yes, ma’am,” Stella replied.“You’ll wear this.” Greta handed her a pl
“Name?”“Stella Hart.”“Possessions?”“Duffel bag. No cash.”The guard nodded, stamped a form, and slid it through the slot beneath the glass.“You're free to go.”Free. The word echoed like a foreign language.Stella stepped through the iron gates, blinking at the vastness of sky. No sir


















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