“Lorenzo, what's going on? You ain't saying anything to me,” Tinsely said, looking worriedly at him.Lorenzo took a deep breath, hesitating for a moment as he looked at her unsurely. “Yes, uh..., there's something important that I need to tell you, and It's about..." Lorenzo trailed off again, and she became more curious. “Come on, Lorenzo... What is it?” Tinsely's expression became even more serious. Before Lorenzo could continue, the door swung open and a doctor walked in, interrupting their conversation.He is a middle-aged doctor, wearing a white coat and a concerned expression on his face. He glanced at Lorenzo and Tinsely, acknowledging their presence."Excuse me, please, I just need to check on the patient," the doctor told them, making his way as he walks to Lucinda's bedside.Lorenzo and Tinsely exchanged a quick glance before turning their attention back to the doctor.After a few moments of examining Lucinda, the doctor turned to them with a grim expression."I'm sorry,

Just as Amelia raised the knife, she was ready to strike at Tinsley who closed her eyes in terror, waiting for the inevitable. However, to her surprise, Amelia abruptly halted and grinned meanly."You know what? I've suddenly changed my mind,” she said. “Huh?” Tinsely was confused, opening her eyes widely to gaze at her. “You heard me, I won't kill you, but that's because I have something else in mind," Amelia told her, her voice sounding cruel and menacing.Tinsley looked at her, perplexed and extremely scared she asked her impatiently, "W-what are you talking about, Amelia?""Oh dear, I am going to burn you alive in here," Amelia answered, with a devilish smirk.“What! No, you can't do that to me!” Tinsley's eyes widened in horror, "No, please! I beg of you don't do this!" she pleaded with her.However, Amelia was not in the mood for mercy or to show compassion as she straightens herself. “Oh Tinsely, you should have thought twice before making David fall in love with you again.

*LORENZO’s–MANSION* It was a bright and luminous morning, and Spencer had been sitting by Lorenzo's side all night, watching over him as he lay almost lifeless in his bed. He had been extremely worried about his best friend and hoped to see him wake up. He knew that Lorenzo was deeply anguished, not after seeing the devastating impact of Tinsely's supposed death on him.“Please wake up, Alpha...” Spencer sighed deeply, he was staring intently at Lorenzo’s face. Through the transparent curtain in the room, the morning light was slowly filtered in through the windows... A few minutes later, Lorenzo's groan was heard as he unhurriedly unfurled his eyes. “Alpha!” Spencer shouted, his eyes widened for a second, then he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned in closer to him."Hey, man. Tell me, how you feeling?" asked Spencer, his voice laced with deep concern.Lorenzo was looking up at him blankly, but Spencer could see the pained expression written in his eyes. “I feel like I've been

*LORENZO’s–MANSION, Midnight* It was past midnight, and Lorenzo was tossing on his bed restlessly, he was unable to find any ease in sleep. The unmistakable pull of the mate bond twitched at his heart string, luring him closer to his mate, but he knew he couldn't meet her. He could not talk her, touch her, or feel her and its all because of Tems. He made a bitter promise to him, and it loomed over him like a dark shadow, preventing them from being together.In a fit of annoyance, Lorenzo clenched his fists in deep frustration, he was feeling utterly vulnerable in this impossible situation. He had vowed to Tems that he would stay away from Tinsley, but now, he found himself torn between his loyalty to his brother and his longing to be with his true mate.In a fit of anger, Lorenzo couldn't prevent himself any longer so he lashed out, sailing of the bed swiftly. He walked to the wall, and delivered a speedy kick to the wall out of outrage. Just as his foot made contact with the wal

*ROSALIE’s—APARTMENT* It was late towards evening, and Tinsley was still at Rosalie’s place as she spent time with them. Currently, she is sitting on the couch with her Rosalie and Lucinda, they are engaged in a lively discussion. All through the day, they spent time together, sharing stories and thoughts together on various issues.While they busily chatted together, Tinsley's face suddenly turned gloomy, and Rosalie noticed. “What is wrong, Tinsely?” She asked, concerned. Tinsely looked down at her fingers, fiddling them as she muttered, “There is something I wanna say about Lorenzo that's bothering me.” Lucinda's heart skipped when she heard that name, and her face hardened. “What is it?” Rosalie asked Tinsely, and she placed her hand comfortingly on her shoulder. “Well, I have been noticing something strange about Lorenzo lately. I mean, It feels like he's been acting differently toward me and it's annoying." Tinsely rolled her eyes. Rosalie frowned slightly, leaning forw