บททั้งหมดของ Beyond and Wild: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 18

Aderyn PovThe shrill beep of my phone pierced the early morning silence, pulling me from the depths of sleep. Groggily, I fumbled for the device, squinting at the screen as yet another message from an unknown number lit up.“Next round will be held next month. Be there. It’s a really big one.”With a sigh, I deleted the message without a second thought. Leaning back against the headboard, I exhaled slowly. My life had become a series of cryptic messages like these, each one a thread in the tangled web that seemed to tighten around me with every passing day.For a brief moment, bitterness welled up, but I forced it back down. There was no point in dwelling on the unfairness of it all. Despite the chaos that had taken over my life, there were still things worth holding on to. My gaze drifted to the small, framed photo on my nightstand—my family. My mom, dad, and Nancy, all smiling back at me, frozen in time.“I miss you, Mom, Dad, and Nancy,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the glass be

Aderyn PovThe sun was setting, casting long shadows across the room as I stood by the window, letting the cool breeze wash over me. The air felt refreshing against the sheen of sweat on my forehead, a small comfort after the intense practice session I’d just completed.Panting lightly, I glanced down at the chaos I’d wrought—a sandbag, now reduced to a tattered mess, lay scattered on the floor. It wasn’t the first time I’d had to clean up after myself, but the sight never failed to remind me of why I needed a bigger space for my training.I slipped off my gloves and glanced around, mentally preparing myself for the tedious cleanup. I meticulously gathered the remnants of the sandbag, folding the battered fabric and stuffing it into a bag. The mess was a testament to the frustration I felt with my confined practice area. I was hungry and tired, and the thought of cleaning up the sand only added to my growing annoyance.After several minutes of scrubbing and tidying, the room looked pr

I lean back in my chair, the weight of exhaustion pressing heavily on my eyelids. It’s been years since I’ve had a proper night’s rest. The responsibilities of being King aren’t something you can put on hold. The endless meetings, border disputes, and preparations for the Senior Wolves’ arrival have all taken their toll. My body screams for sleep, but my mind refuses to let go.Finally, I decide to give in. I’ll allow myself a few hours, just enough to keep going. As I lay down on the bed, the moment my head hits the pillow, a sharp knock interrupts the silence. I groan inwardly, rolling over to ignore it, but the knocking persists, growing louder and more insistent. When I opened the door, there stood Cole’s sister, a small, tentative smile on her face. She started talking, but I was too groggy to make sense of whatever she was saying. My mind was still tangled in sleep, struggling to process her words.Then, a voice, smooth and sexy, cut through the haze. It jolted me awake instan

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape as Dylan and I walked side by side through the quiet park. The air was crisp, the colors of the evening sky melting into deep purples and pinks. We had been walking for hours, our silence as comfortable as a soft blanket, the kind you don't need to speak to appreciate.Occasionally, our hands brushed against each other, sending a spark of warmth through me. I could feel the subtle connection in those fleeting touches, the kind that spoke of something unspoken, something deeper. Dylan’s presence was calming, and though words were unnecessary, the gentle brush of his fingers against mine was reassuring. As we strolled, I noticed how his steps fell in sync with mine, how our breaths seemed to align with the rhythm of the evening.We walked past a serene pond, the last rays of sunlight casting a golden glow over the water. Dylan stopped and looked out at the rippling surface, his profile illuminated by the fading