…Salena POV… I drove off from the spot where Rowland was standing, I could feel my heart sinking into the pit of my stomach. I couldn't believe what had just happened - the person I loved the most had just walked away from me. I was stunned and confused, not knowing what to do next. I turned onto the roundabout, trying to clear my head and make sense of everything. But the tears began to stream down my face, blurring my vision as the rain poured down relentlessly outside. I couldn't stop crying, no matter how hard I tried to hold it together. I was heartbroken and lost, feeling like my whole world had just come crashing down around me. The steering wheel was slick with rain and my hands were trembling as I drove through the dark, empty streets. The sound of the rain hitting the roof of the car was the only thing I could hear, and it felt like a million needles piercing my skin. I was alone with my thoughts, and they were all jumbled up and chaotic. I kept replaying the conversatio

…Selena's pov…. I looked at the frame, feeling a mixture of surprise and vulnerability. It was my picture—the version of me from a few years ago, wearing a pink flowing dress that now seemed like a distant memory. Martin's compliment momentarily caught me off guard, and a blush crept up my cheeks, but I quickly regained my composure. "Complimenting it won't make me less angry, Mr.," I snapped, my tone laced with a hint of annoyance. I didn't want his compliments to distract me from the mess we needed to clean up. Martin's face softened, remorse evident in his eyes. "I'm really sorry," he said, stepping closer to me. His sincerity tugged at my heartstrings, urging me to let go of my anger. He bent down and started picking up the smaller glass shards scattered on the floor. I nodded in acknowledgment, my anger dissipating slightly. I grabbed a nearby book and used it to carefully scoop up the smaller shards, ensuring they wouldn't cause any harm. With each movement, my focus remained

… Rowland pov…I stood there, mesmerized by the sight before me. Freya, in her delicate nighties, was a vision of beauty that held me captive. My mind twirled and spun as I took in every detail of her graceful form, unable to think of anyone else who could evoke such intense feelings within me.The way her silky nighties draped over her curves, accentuating her figure, left me in awe. Each movement she made, every subtle shift of her body, seemed to carry a magnetic pull, drawing me closer. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only her and me in this moment.I rocked on the balls of my feet, a nervous energy coursing through my veins. The intensity of my emotions overwhelmed me, rendering me speechless. How could one person possess such incredible power over me? It was both exhilarating and terrifying, a mixture of emotions that made my heart race.Her eyes, oh, her eyes! They held a depth and warmth that could melt even the coldest of hearts. When our gazes met, it felt lik

…Freya's pov…I stared at Rowland, his form sprawled across the bed, his breathing steady but heavy with the remnants of alcohol. The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the moon filtering through the curtains, casting a hazy ambiance. I had tucked him in, ensuring his comfort and safety, ready to retreat to my own space and let the night unfold.As I turned to leave, my hand gently gripping the doorknob, I felt a sudden warmth caress my fingertips. Startled, I glanced down to find Rowland's hand reaching out, his fingers brushing against mine. The touch sent an electric jolt through my body, the mate bond stirring within me, awakening a raw desire that had been simmering beneath the surface.In that moment, my thoughts became clouded, my senses heightened by the lingering effects of alcohol. The temptation to surrender to the pull of the bond, to let passion guide my actions, was overwhelming. I could taste the remnants of alcohol on my lips, a bittersweet reminder of the night's in

…Selena's pov…Scene: Selena dashes into the night, tears at the corner of her eyes.As the cold wind whipped against my face, I dashed into the night, my heart heavy with anguish. Tears streamed down my cheeks, leaving a trail of glistening sorrow. Everything had changed, and I felt as though my world was crumbling around me. How could this be happening?I stumbled, the weight of my emotions threatening to consume me. With trembling hands, I raised my arm and desperately waved down a passing taxi. As the vehicle screeched to a halt, I practically threw myself inside, grateful for the temporary shelter it provided. The tears continued to flow, leaving a lingering ache in my chest."Where to, miss?" the taxi driver asked, his voice laced with concern. His eyes met mine in the rearview mirror, reflecting the pain that clouded my own."Home," I whispered hoarsely, my voice barely audible. Home, where I could seek solace in the familiarity of my surroundings, even if they now felt suffoca