Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Stolen Fate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 6

I walk down the familiar path to the riverbank, a place where I always find a strange, quiet peace in times like these. Not many pack members ever come here, and that, more than anything, is why I cherish it. The moon guides my path as I wipe the tears from my eyes.I had just had an ugly fight with my mother about my twin sister, and this time, Mother hit me. She always takes my sister's side, never wanting to hear my story. I have vowed never to return to that house again. Never.As I near the river, I see a young boy flailing wildly above the surface. I freeze. What is a boy who can't swim doing in the cold river? He is gasping, sinking, rising again—then sinking back. I rush toward him. Since I can swim, I don't hesitate. But before I can dive into the water, he disappears beneath the surface. I search desperately inside the water for him. A few agonizing minutes later, I manage to pull the unconscious boy out of the water, dragging him to the safety of a large, moss-covered tree

RHEA'S POVI sit alone at the long dining table. The staff have set out food for me; toast, scrambled eggs, and a little fruit are arranged with funereal neatness on a white porcelain plate.I poke absently at the scrambled eggs with the edge of my fork, but the sight and smell of them churn something in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm hungry or sick or just tired of pretending I'm okay.I take a slow sip of tea and push the cup and plate further away. My stomach growls in protest, but everything I try to eat tastes like ash.All that is in my memory is Miles with Roxy on her birthday yesterday. The pretty twin and the man who could never love anyone but her. He had left our home and traveled all the way to celebrate with her, while I was here, yearning for even a glance from him.It did not only hurt me, it broke me. I've loved that man since I first understood what that word meant. But he has never truly been mine.I stare at the fork in my hand and imagine driving it into my own th

RHEA'S POVI do not say a word. I just sit there, frozen in the same spot, watching the two of them as if I am not even in the same room. His hands move in slow circles on her back, pressing her closer. He never held me like that, even when I lost our baby. Seeing this feels like a knife between my ribs.The waiting room door swings open, and a doctor in green scrubs steps out. Her face is set in that careful, neutral expression they must teach in medical school, the one that gives nothing away until the words are actually spoken."Family of Lolita Chapman?" she asks, her eyes sweeping over us.I rise from my chair at the same moment Roxy tears herself away from Miles. We approach the doctor together, not looking at each other."I am her daughter," we say in unison, and I flinch at the sound of our voices. They are so similar, yet somehow, hers always seems to carry more weight.The doctor nods, her eyes flicking between us, registering our almost identical features. "Your mother is s