Kai: I watched as my bedroom door opened, revealing Irina who clearly didn’t know what it was to need to knock on the door. And though I didn’t really mind, I just found it amusing that she has been roaming around me, and yet, was still claiming that she gave no damn about me. Her eyes met mine and I smiled before nodding at her to come. She froze momentarily, and I chuckled, shaking my head at her. “How are you feeling, Irina?” I asked, my voice softening and she froze. Her heart raced against her ribcage and she slowly walked toward me before taking a seat on the chair that was beside my bed. “I’m okay, just a little tired, I think.” She said, and I stayed quiet, waiting for her to proceed with whatever it was that she was going to tell me. “Do you ever feel like there are a thousand words that you want to say, and yet, you don’t know how to voice them out at all?” “Most of the time,” I said, shaking my head at her. She looked down at her lap and shook her head. “This is the

Viktor: I walked inside the kitchen to find Anastasia sitting with a mug of coffee in her hands. She didn’t bother turning to face me, but I didn’t expect her to. At this point she believed that I wanted nothing to do with her, and though I was hurt by what she did, I couldn’t help but find myself missing her. I walked toward her and she tensed, watching as I placed both hands either side of her body on the table, caging her between my arms. “You’ve been isolating yourself in the kitchen or your room,” I said, and she turned her face to look at me over her shoulder. Her heart raced but she didn’t respond as she turned to look down at her coffee. “You know, it is me who should be giving you the silent treatment,” “Well, after two months of getting it, one tends to give it back.” She said, getting up from the chair. “You have two options, either remove your hand willingly or a hot coffee is going to force you to.” I smirked at her attitude and removed my hand, allowing her to pass.

Dean: I watched as Arianna signed the paper, claiming her own business line. Her heart raced as she did, and I couldn’t help but smile at the fact that she at least had something that was hers. It was something that we tended to do. Securing our Ivanov women. And though it wasn’t common in our world. Normally, the other families would deprive their women of what they had, believing that they would control them this way. It wasn’t the state with our family. We choose to want our women strong and independent as we know that they are the continuation of our family. Regardless of what others thought, they raised our children and we aimed to have them growing up strong and confident. The one way that would happen is for their mothers to reflect that as a first notice. And now, I was comfortable that no matter what happened, she would have something that would be securing her. And though she wasn’t going to need anything as long as I lived, I had to ensure that she had her things if anyth

Mariana: I paced through the pack’s grounds as my chest ached. The fact that I knew that my son wasn’t by my side and instead was at the enemy’s place was something that made me rage. It was bad enough that I was disconnected from him as my son. Our meeting wasn’t the one that I pictured, and I couldn’t blame him. I raised that bitch of a girl only for her to backstab me the way that she did. To say the least, I covered up for her when I found out that she was pregnant. I could have given her a hard time, but that was what I got for doing favors for things like her. “You have been pacing for the past hour,” Lorenzo said, approaching me. I stopped and looked down at my feet. Regardless of everything, and regardless of the facts, I knew that the one thing that was true about us was our relationship. He put his hand on my shoulder as he stood behind me before gently pulling me to him. He wrapped his arms around me and rested his chin against my shoulder and I closed my eyes, allo

Arianna: I woke up to Dean running his finger over my shoulder. I was wearing his shirt, and he was wearing a pair of sweatpants as I lay, curled up on his chest. His eyes met mine and I couldn’t help but find myself smiling at the genuine fact that he was awake and yet he chose not to wake me up. “You keep letting me sleep in,” I teased, and he smiled. “You wake up at least ten times a night at home to tend to Alina, might as well get the rest that you need now.” He said, making my heart swell. His eyes were gentle on mine and I could tell that he was more than a little relaxed. His words from last night played in my head, and I couldn’t help but find myself smiling at the fact that I knew that he felt safe and content enough to open up to me, to drop his walls and barriers, and just be himself. It was something that I wouldn’t have pictured or believed if they paid me when we first met. And the idea of the two of us being together was so surreal at the time that I wouldn’t hav