Masuk~Enzo~âWhy are you here?â he hissed, his grip locking around my wrist, tight enough to sting. My free hand clenched into a fist.âWhy do you enjoy torturing me every damn chance you get?â I shot back, forcing my face calm so we didnât cause a scene.âBecause you donât fucking listen,â he bit out, eyes burning. âStay the hell away from me.âHe let goâŚshoved me.I stumbled, caught myself, my heartbeat spiking.And then.âEnzo Torres,â a deep voice called from ahead.I froze.âMr. Victor,â I said with a nod as he strode up, that smug grin plastered on his face.âThe new basketball court owner,â I added, smirking.He doesn't miss a chance to taunt me, and bet I don't let him off easily.âThought your brother would be here instead,â he said, eyeing me. âDidnât know you had a thing for basketball.ââThen you donât know me that well, sir.â My lips twitched. âIâm the one who drags him to practice half the time.âHe laughed, slapped my shoulder. âConfident, huh? Drop by sometime.ââOh, I wil
~Nicole~âSo let me get this straight,â Lulu said, flopping face-first on my bed. âShe asked if you⌠summoned something?ââExactly.â I dragged a hand down my face. âI still donât know what any of this means.ââWhy?âI stared at her. âYou? Asking why? Lulu, Iâm an Omega. I canât even summon my fucking wolfâŚhow am I summoning supernatural disasters? Somethingâs not adding up.â I bit my finger hard.âSo.. What do you think?â She asked.âTake a guess.ââAre you saying your momâs hiding something?ââIt looks like itâŚâ I groaned, collapsing beside her. âShe said weâll find a way to get rid of whatever it was I summoned tonight..âLulu hummed. âThat's progress, now stop chewing at your finger, It's making me tensedâI nodded. âIsnât Enz supposed to be here?ââHeâs at the new basketball court,â she said casually.I paused. âSince when does he care about sports?ââSince the hot nurse hangs out there.ââOh.â I nodded. âYeah, that tracks.ââHe said heâll come later,â she added, scrolling on her
~Nicole~âBack off.â The voice cut through the pressure crushing me. Suddenly the choke loosened, air rushing back into my lungs.I spun, slow, dizzy..Fredrick.I collapsed against him, coughing hard, fingers shaking.âWhat⌠what are you doing here?â My voice was a whisper, clingy and weak and pissed at the same time.He didnât answer.Just scooped me up like it was nothing.âYouâre okay,â he muttered.âYouâre safe.ââSheâŚdid you see her?â I forced out, pointing to the empty street like a lunatic.His jaw flexed. âYeah. Come on. Carâs right there.âInside the car, the world finally stopped spinning. He handed me water.I chugged, staring at him, confused.âExplain. How'd you know where I was?âHe swallowed. âHad a hunch.âI laughed, sharp and hysterical. âA hunch? So you magically appear every time Iâm seconds away from dying because of aâŚhunch?âNo answer, just his knuckles whitened on the wheel.âFredrick.â I leaned forward. âAre you stalking me?âHe turned slowly, pushing his gl
~Nicole~Landon walked in like he owned oxygen.By the time he stepped inside, Liam and I had already pulled apartâŚbarely. Then he shot me a wicked wink as he brushed past Landon and slipped out. Traitor.âSo?â Landon folded his arms, chin tilted. âWhatâs this about?âRight. Focus. Not on how Liam almost fried my brain cells two seconds ago.I cleared my throat. âI brought money for the windshield.â I held it out. âItâs not enough butâŚâHe flinched back, waving his hand in the air. âOh please. You think I need your pocket-change charity?âMy jaw clenched. âI'm trying to pay you back.ââAnd how much do you think the windshield costs?â he asked, smug already knowing the answer.âI know I canâtâŚââExactly.â He smirked. âYou canât.âI blinked. âThen what do you want?âHis gaze dragged down my face, slow, calculating, like he was choosing a flavor not a person.My heart thumpedâŚâYouâre going to pay a different way,â he said, stepping close to me.I stepped back, but he didnât stop until
~Nicole~I replayed the damn voice note again⌠the apology one for Landon.Still sounded awkward, like I was trying too hard.Itâs been, what, three hours since that incoming call?It was from Fredrick.Heâd said he wanted to âdiscuss something serious.âTranslation: It's urgent.Also, âkeep your emotions in check.âYeah, sure. Look at me nowâŚthe chillest chaotic mess on the planet.In the past three hours, Iâve done two heroic things to save face from whatever that imposter was doing with my image.First, FaceTime with Luluâs parents.They scolded me, obviouslyâŚbut there was relief on their faces too.Guess Iâm still their favourite goddaughter after all.Still, what if they find out the truth?Nope. Not my problem. Thatâs for Lulu and her ex-girlfriend to sort out.Then came the live stream.Apology number two⌠me saying sorry to Chloe.Cringe, but necessary.Somewhere in between, I got through to Enz.Apparently, his new obsession drowned his phone.Donât ask. He says heâs playin
~Enzo~ Fuck. There he wasâŚ.Lucian Hart himself, standing like sin in scrubs. Tall, mean, and too damn beautiful to be breathing the same air as the rest of us. A Greek god in nurse wear. Yeah, that sounded insane, but so was he. Heâd been at it for forty minutes, trying to fix my drowned phone like it personally insulted him. His sleeves were rolled, veins flexing, brows furrowed in the kind of focus that screamed deadly. Apparently, Nurse Lucian wasnât just pretty, he had a temper too. He had tossed my phone into the janitorâs mop bucket when I asked for his number. Said I was âannoying.â And maybe I was. But damn, if that didnât make me want him more. âIâll just get another one,â I said, for maybe the fifth time, waving him off. âYou donât have to fixâŚâ âWhat did I say,â he muttered without looking up, âabout you sitting quiet and letting me handle it?â I tilted my head, smirking. âOh, sorry, Nurse. Thought you might need a hand.â He didnât answer, just kept work







