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Shadows

GENEVIEVE'S POV The silence of the pack house had been heavy today.No André. No Benjamin. No voices carrying through the halls like distant thunder, no threats folded into clipped commands. Just stillness. Cold and hollow, like the house had exhaled and forgotten how to breathe again.It clung to the walls, to my skin, to my ribs.I’d spent the morning in a loop pacing, lying down, then pacing again. I couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t read. Couldn’t pretend this was just another day. There was too much space and too little noise. And when you’ve lived with fear so long, silence doesn’t feel peaceful it feels suspicious.They were at some meeting. That’s all I’d been told. Camila had gone to visit her father's pack and Kiera had gone out with some friends.Not that I expected more. I wasn’t someone who got updates. I was a pet they fed and kept behind doors. A distraction for André. A possession André tolerated sometimes But today... something was different.No guards stood in front of

how dare you

GENEVIEVE'S POVI ran as fast as my legs would carry me, lungs seizing with every gasp, breath catching in my throat like barbed wire. My heart thundered against my ribs, a frantic, primal drumbeat that drowned out everything else. Branches tore at my clothes, slapped at my face, but I didn’t slow down. Couldn’t. The forest blurred around me in streaks of green and gold, the setting sun piercing through the trees in long, sharp shafts like golden knives slicing through the shadows.Each step sent sharp pain shooting through my feet bare, bruised, and scraped raw by rocks and hidden roots. My legs trembled, not just from exertion, but from the fear chasing me like a second skin. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Because if I did, I was afraid I might see him again.But something made me glance over my shoulder.Nothing.He wasn’t there.Just trees. Just fading light. Just silence.But that silence felt wrong unnatural, like the forest itself was holding its breath. No birdsong. No scurry

What are you doing here

GENEVIEVE'S POVMy limbs were lead. Heavy, dead weights dragging me down into the cold earth beneath me. I couldn’t feel my fingers anymore, couldn’t tell if the tremble running through them was fear, exhaustion, or both. Every breath scraped through my throat like shattered glass, sharp and useless. My vision blurred at the edges, a dark halo swallowing the light, as if the world itself was trying to vanish before the worst could unfold.I couldn’t move fast enough. Couldn’t think clearly. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, but everything else was muffled, like I’d been buried alive in slow motion. My body was screaming at me stop, shut down, give in but my soul, the fragile flicker of it still burning somewhere deep inside, refused.I couldn’t let him have me. I wouldn’t. Not like this. Not when I belonged to someone else.Not when I’d already given myself heart, body, soul to André.Even broken and bruised, I was still his. Still tethered to the safety I found in his arms, the fire

you are mine

ANDRÉ’S POVI don’t know how I found her. Honestly, I don’t even remember making the decision to leave I just moved, pure instinct guiding every step like a predator zeroing in on prey. When I returned from the meeting and saw the house empty, I didn’t panic. Not at first. I told myself maybe she’d gone for a walk. Maybe she needed air. But the silence was too quiet. The absence of her presence it wasn't just physical, it was like something had been ripped out of the space. A gnawing unease began to crawl down my spine like cold poison.I didn’t waste time asking questions. I dropped everything I was holding keys, jacket, everything and bolted. My senses were tuned like a blade. Her scent thread guided me like a bloodhound down unfamiliar streets and twisting turns until it led me into a part of the city that stank of rot and neglect.An alley. I decided to act in my instincts so I decided to find her, I traced her scent, it was faint, barely there. But still there. Like a ghost of he

I was all his

GENEVIEVE’S POV His arms were warm.That was the first thing I noticenot the blood staining the concrete nearby, not the mangled, motionless body slumped just feet away, not even the pain slicing down my side or the burn still radiating from the slap on my cheek. Those things came later. They circled like shadows on the edge of my awareness, waiting for their moment to strike. But right now?Just his warmth.It cocooned me, wrapped around me like a blanket pulled from some forgotten dream. I curled into it instinctively, like a child in a storm seeking shelter beneath trembling hands. Everything else the fear, the pain, the filth of that man’s touch faded beneath the solidity of André’s embrace.The world blurred around me. It didn’t feel quite real just smoke, broken light, distant shouts, the taste of blood in my mouth. My mind kept slipping, falling backward into the darkness, replaying the moment I was pinned beneath him. That man. His sweat-slicked skin. The foul stench of his b

I'm here

ANDRÉ’S POVShe was light in my arms, like a breath of wind or a prayer answered far too late.Genevieve didn’t speak as I carried her inside the pack house. She didn’t need to. Her silence was loud, weighted with exhaustion and trust, and that was more powerful than any words. My arms cradled her as if she were made to fit against me, fragile but real, hers the only warmth I needed after all the cold I’d walked through to bring her back.My boots echoed against the hardwood floors, the stillness of the house almost sacred as I made my way to the bedroom. I kept my steps slow, measured, like one wrong move would break the spell or worse, break her all over again.When I reached the edge of the bed, I bent to set her down gently.But the moment I tried, her arms locked around my neck, small and trembling, but desperate.She clung to me like she was afraid I might vanish. Like I was the only thing anchoring her to this earth.“Genevieve…” I whispered, brushing a few strands of tangled h

not now not tomorrow

ANDRÉ’S POV The next morning arrived quietly, as if the world outside knew better than to disturb what had been rebuilt in the dark. The golden light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long strips of sun across the floor and the tangled sheets. But that wasn’t what woke me, It was her. Genevieve.Her body fit against mine like we’d been made for this moment. Her leg was hooked carelessly over my hip, her bare skin warm against mine, grounding me more than the mattress beneath us ever could. One of her hands rested on my chest, splayed out like even in sleep, she didn’t want to lose her hold on me. Like some part of her feared I’d vanish.And maybe I would have if it hadn’t been for her. I didn’t move. I didn’t dare.I just stayed there, still and silent, watching her breathe.There was a calmness in her now, a serenity I hadn’t seen in her since the day I met her. Her face, usually drawn tight with some kind of fear or fire, was soft, unguarded. Her lashes fluttered slightl

Soft and gentle

CAMILA’S POVWhen I came back home, I was met with the sound of André screwing Genevieve.It was supposed to be a quiet night.I had taken my time coming back from the city, stopped to pick up some wine, even rehearsed the softness in my voice I’d use when I greeted him. I wasn’t expecting romance I knew better but I had hoped for some kind of warmth. Some acknowledgment. Maybe even a little affection.Instead, I stepped into a goddamn performance.The moment the front door creaked open, it hit me like a slap in the face the raw, unmistakable sounds of sex drifting down the staircase. The creaking of the bed frame, rhythmic and merciless. The hush of skin against skin. And then her. That voice. Genevieve.High-pitched and breathy, soft with submission. Like she was made to be fucked.Like she wanted him to break her.I froze just inside the doorway, the door still hanging open behind me like it didn’t matter anymore. My purse slipped from my shoulder but I caught it before it could hi

curse

Camila’s POV Yesterday’s sounds still clung to my skull like a parasite I couldn’t shake every moan, every gasp, the guttural rhythm of André driving into Genevieve like she was his salvation and his sin wrapped in silk. I could hear it all, looping endlessly. Her voice, so high and breathy, like a damn siren pulling him in deeper.I told myself not to dwell on it. Not to think about how she’d sounded. Not to let it crawl under my skin and twist, but… how could I not?Because I knew what today held.I knew the storm I’d set in motion would shatter whatever fairytale she thought she was living.The moment her mother walked into the pack house, hunched beneath the weight of years and bitterness, I knew it was going to work.She was exactly what I pictured worn down by time, clinging to resentment like a tattered shawl. Her shoes were cheap, her eyes sharp and hungry. The envelope I’d pressed into her trembling hands hours ago had already softened her resolve. Money made people honest,

Failed

Camila's POVAndré stood, his movements sharp, explosive with fury. The room, once thick with silence, now crackled with tension. His gaze cut through the air, landing like a blade on Genevieve who was folded in on herself, sobbing so violently her shoulders shook. She looked like a fragile thing unraveling right before us."It's been years since that incident happened. Why are you bringing it up now?" André's voice was low and lethal, each word dripping with venom as he turned toward her mother. "Who told you to come here? I know you you’re money-driven, manipulative. You didn’t just wake up and decide to come ruin your daughter’s life. Someone must have gotten to you."The room tensed, everyone holding their breath as the woman straightened defiantly, even with tear-streaked cheeks and a trembling jaw."Is that the question you should be asking me right now? Aren’t you going to ask Genevieve why she—""Why should I bother asking," André interrupted, voice cold as steel, "when I alre

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