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110: Did it to protect Ivy

110Ivy's POV He stood there, breathing heavily, his shoulders heaving like he could barely hold himself up. The anger in his eyes had dulled into shock, betrayal, grief, all in one. But it was still there, simmering just under the surface. He looked at my mom, still wheezing on the ground.“Start talking.”My mom coughed, a terrible, broken sound that scraped its way out of her throat, and slowly pushed herself upright from the floor, her back leaning against the wall. Her hands were still shaking as she tried to smooth back her hair.She didn’t speak right away. Just looked at me, then at Brandon. Her mouth opened, but the words didn’t come easily. “It started after your father died,” she said finally, her voice thin and brittle. “I was working at that little café down the street. You remember, Ivy. I was just trying to keep it all together.”Brandon didn’t say anything. His eyes stayed on her, unblinking. And my mom kept talking.“I met a man. His name was Davenport. He was kind,

111: The only Good Thing

Ivy's POV I stepped inside Brandon's room slowly, to see him sitting right there on the edge of his bed. He was facing the wall, not moving, not speaking. Just sitting. His back was straight, like he was holding himself together through sheer force of will. But his whole body looked weighed down with everything that had happened. The loss, the betrayal, the revelations, everything had settled into his bones.He didn’t say anything when I entered. Didn’t even glance over. I didn’t blame him. Honestly, I didn’t even know what to say either. So I just moved quietly across the room and sat beside him. I didn’t get too close, not at first. I gave him space. But after a few seconds, I reached over and gently slipped my hand into his.His fingers twitched a little at the contact, like part of him was surprised I was here. But he didn’t pull away. He just let me hold his hand, and that small thing, it meant something.“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, my eyes fixed on our hands. His was warm, m

112: How it all fell apart

Brandon's POV We were hidden in the back of this old, dusty cabinet, with a musty smell like it hadn’t been opened in years. Ivy was pressed in beside me, knees drawn up, her back hunched forward to keep from bumping the wooden panels. We’d been there for a while, waiting, and barely breathing. Honestly, I had planned to come here alone because it was going to be clearly dangerous. But of course, Ivy wouldn’t have it. She insisted, practically begged, and when I tried to shut her down, she just kept pushing until I gave in. And now we were both stuck in this tiny space, our knees brushing, her shoulder tense against mine.She didn’t say a single word. Neither did I. There wasn’t anything to say. We both knew what we were walking into. Or at least, we thought we did.Then we heard several distant footsteps. We both froze, and I carefully moved my hand, adjusting my position just enough so I could peer through the narrow crack in the cabinet door. The light outside was dim, the room

113: Stronger than the mate bond

Brandon's POV Ivy crawled over to her mom slowly. She was shaking all over, hands trembling as she knelt down and pulled her mom’s head into her lap. Her fingers hovered over her mom’s face for a second, unsure, before finally brushing gently across her cheek, like the soft touch might somehow bring her back.“Please wake up,” she whispered, her voice breaking halfway through the words. “Please, just wake up.”Her hands were barely steady. She kept touching her mom’s face like she was trying to memorize every part of it. Her thumb smoothed over her mom’s forehead, then her temple. And all the while, Ivy’s whole body shook like she was coming apart from the inside.I stood there, frozen. Watching her fall apart in front of me. It felt wrong to even breathe.Her voice cracked again as she whispered something else, but it was too low to hear. Her shoulders shook harder now, her head bowed over her mom’s, and I could see her tears falling, soaking into the blood-smeared skin below her.

114: Years Later

Amari's POV6 years later.“Mummy!”The sound of Bella’s voice echoed down the hallway, breaking through the quiet afternoon and pulling my attention away from the book I’d been reading. I looked up just in time to see her tiny figure racing toward me, curls bouncing wildly with every determined little step.She came barreling in like a force of nature, bare feet, messy dress, cheeks flushed with excitement, and launched herself straight into my arms. I caught her with a soft laugh, lifting her up and holding her close.“There’s my sweet girl,” I said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. She smelled faintly of flour and sugar, and her small arms looped around my neck like she never wanted to let go.She giggled, wriggling excitedly, the kind of energy that made it clear no nap was happening anytime soon. But just as I opened my mouth to ask what she had been doing, the front door opened and Brandon stumbled in. The scent of alcohol hit before he did, clinging to the air l

115: A Drunkard

Amari's POVBella giggled as she stabbed at her fruit slices with her tiny fork, completely focused on chasing a grape around her plate. Her face was a mess, syrup smeared around her mouth, a little on her chin, some even caught in her curls. I smiled and reached over with a napkin, wiping her face gently. She squirmed and giggled harder, but didn’t pull away.“Sit still,” I murmured, laughing softly as I cleaned the last of the stickiness from her cheek.She gave me a look, and then went right back to her fruit. I leaned back slightly and took a bite of my toast, chewing slowly as I watched her.Mornings like this almost felt real. Something normal families had. It was nice to pretend like I wasn’t neck-deep in secrets and schemes, tangled up in power plays I hadn’t asked to be part of. For a few quiet minutes, it was just me and Bella, a simple breakfast, and the illusion that everything was fine.Then the doors slammed open, the force of it echoed through the hall, and we both fl

116: A puppet Alpha King

Amari's POVThe grand dining hall shimmered under the soft, golden glow of the chandeliers. The light bounced gently off polished surfaces, crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and the golden designs along the edges of the table.The scent of roasted meat, herbs, and wine filled the air, settling over everything like a blanket meant to comfort and impress.I sat next to Brandon who was seated at head of the table, dressed in midnight-blue silk. My hair was pinned up, and I wore the same polite, polished smile I’d been holding since the first Alpha arrived.Beside me, Brandon looked composed enough. His suit was neat, though his tie had taken some convincing earlier. His expression was blank, his eyes dull, but he was sitting upright, eating slowly. I considered that a win.My father sat at the other side of Brandon, directly in front of me, like he always did, confident and regal.Seated with us were three visiting Alphas from smaller packs. They looked a bit overwhelmed by the size of th

117: Obsessed with Brandon

Amari's POVI screamed.It came from somewhere deep and full of everything I’d been holding in for far too long. I didn’t even think before I grabbed the vase and hurled it across the room. It hit the wall with a hard, cracking sound, exploding into pieces that rained down like glass rain, sharp and glittering.I didn’t stop there.The table next to me, decorated just this morning with fresh flowers, went flying too. I kicked it hard, sending it crashing to the floor, the wood cracking with a split that echoed around the room.The lamp followed, my hand curling around the base before I smashed it down onto the floor with enough force to make it shatter.Then the photo frame.That one made me pause for a split second, just long enough to see the smiling faces frozen behind the glass. Me, Brandon and Bella. I didn’t care. I threw it with even more force than the others. It hit the wall and shattered, glass and photo separating mid-air, falling in different directions.Six years.Six f

118: Changes

Amari's POVDays passed, and little by little, I started to notice a change in Brandon. It wasn’t anything dramatic or obvious, not at first. But it was there, subtle, and almost easy to miss if you weren’t looking closely. But I was. I always was.I saw it in how he started being with Bella.It used to be that he barely acknowledged her, only offering her the occasional distracted nod or completely ignored her. But now? He actually paid attention. He went out into the garden with her in the mornings, letting her chatter endlessly about the bugs she’d found or how high she could jump. He started teaching her archery. At first, he just showed her how to hold the bow properly, but then I saw him actually crouch beside her, correcting her stance gently, patiently.Bella adored him. She always had, but now it was like she was getting the version of him she’d always deserved. And he was trying. For her. For once, it looked like he was actually trying to be a father.Even at dinner, he di

119: Hope

Amari's POVI wasn’t even sure when things started to change between us. It had been slow and gradual. But it was there now, clear as day. He treated me differently. He spoke to me not because he had to, but because he wanted to. He listened, and I mean really listened. He laughed when I told a joke and even remembered little things I said, things I didn’t think he cared about. And it was all starting to make me feel something I didn’t expect.Hope.I stood by the window, arms folded lightly over my chest, eyes fixed on Brandon down in the courtyard. He was practicing archery again. His stance was solid and his movements were smooth.Every arrow he shot sliced through the air and each one landed dead center which made him look ten times more attractive than he already was.I think I was starting to get lucky.“Are you falling in love with him now?”I turned sharply at the voice, and all the warmth drained out of me in an instant.My father stood in the doorway. Arms crossed, jaw tig

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