Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Wolf’s Redemption: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Daisy’s POVI sat by the window, arms folded, watching the clouds roll in. Dickson was in the other room, humming to himself while working on the encrypted files. Things were good. Better than they’d been in years. And that terrified me.I wasn’t used to peace. Or to him smiling so freely.“Hey,” Dickson said, walking in with two mugs of coffee. “Still love it dark and bitter?”I smiled and took the cup. “Like my past.”He chuckled. “Well, at least one of us can joke about it now.”We clinked mugs. But I noticed something in his eyes—hesitation? Distraction? I couldn’t tell.Before I could ask, his phone buzzed.He frowned at it. “Unknown number.”“You gonna answer?”He looked at me. “Not unless you want me to.”“Go ahead,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I trust you.”He answered. “Hello?”I watched his face shift from curious to confused.Then to... cold.He hung up without a word.“What was that?”He stared at me. “Nothing. Just spam.”“Dickson.”“I said it’s nothing.""Now that w

Chapter 53 Rosa’s POVThe bus stopped. I stepped down, pulling my coat tighter. The air in this city felt different. Cleaner. Quieter.But peace wasn’t why I came here.I left the city where Daisy and Dickson were. I had to.They were together again.And I couldn’t let that continue.But first, I needed time to think. To plan.*I need to start fresh*, I told myself.I walked into a small apartment I rented under a fake name. The key clicked in the lock. The place was cold and empty. Just a couch, a table, a desk.But that was fine.I sat down and pulled out my phone.A message blinked.I stared at the screen.Me:I know. I saw them. I left.Unknown Number: you sure that’s smart?Me: It's not about being smart. It’s about strategy.*I turned off the phone.The next morning, someone knocked on my door.I didn’t open right away.“Who is it?” I asked.“It’s Lycan,” a voice said. “You told me to come.”I opened the door slowly. A young man stood there, nervous.“Come in,” I said.He walk

Daisy's POVThe rain hadn’t stopped since morning. The sky was a heavy grey blanket, rumbling with low thunder, like it, too, was tired of all the secrets we kept. I stared out the hotel window, hugging my arms. It had been days since I last saw my kids. Days of restless pacing, unanswered calls, and vague texts from Kelvin. He was keeping them safe, I knew that much. But the silence made everything feel ten times worse.Dickson sat on the couch behind me, his shirt open, his jaw tight. He hadn't said much since our argument two nights ago. We were supposed to be figuring things out together, but all we had managed was to drift further apart. Still, we were stuck in this room, two people haunted by the same past."You should eat something," he said finally, his voice rough from disuse."I'm not hungry," I replied, still staring at the street below."Daisy," he said, rising to his feet. "Ignoring me won’t fix this."I turned sharply. "And talking about it won’t bring our kids back int

Daisy's POVKelvin, my blood brother, urged me to run from the horrific scene Rosa had planned. With the last strength left in me, I rushed to gather all the kids. Just as I managed to bring them together, I heard a gunshot. My heart skipped. I turned to my left and what I saw nearly brought me to my knees. Kelvin, my brother, my protector was shot. Rosa stood there, her hands steady, her eyes cold and unfeeling. Blood soaked Kelvin's shirt. I froze. The tears came instantly, burning my cheeks as they spilled over. It felt like time had stopped. Was this it? Was I really going to lose him like this?Kelvin and I shared a bond that couldn’t be explained in words. We were more than siblings, we were each other’s shield against the world. And now, seeing him like this, I felt something shatter inside me. A deep, irreversible break.I wanted to run to him, to stop the bleeding, to shake him and scream that he couldn’t leave me. But I knew the kids were watching. I forced myself to breat

Daisy’s POVThe quiet after chaos is the loudest sound in the world.I sat on the floor of the hideout, Zuri curled beside me, her thumb in her mouth, her other hand gripping my sleeve. The place wasn’t home, not really. Just another borrowed shelter with walls too thin and shadows too thick. But for the first time in weeks, we weren’t running.Rosa was gone.That fact alone should have brought peace. But peace has always been a trickster. It whispers false hope into your ear, only to gut you with silence when you’re vulnerable.Dickson stood near the entrance, speaking quietly with Marcus. From here, I could catch phrases. “Surveillance down,” “no digital trail,” “we need a fallback.”A fallback after the fallback. How poetic.Tobi sat cross-legged with Amara on the floor across from me, flipping through a battered deck of cards. They didn’t know how to play. They just liked the colors, the rhythm, the distraction.Zuri yawned and leaned deeper into me. “Is she gone forever?”I stro