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—BELLAMY:Lilac and roses.The scent wrapped around my senses the moment consciousness returned, rich and intoxicating enough to make me inhale deeply just to pull more of it into my lungs. It clung to the sheets, to the air, to my skin itself, and for one reckless moment, I allowed myself to sink into it completely. There was only one person I knew who carried a scent like that.Her. But she couldn’t possibly still be lying beside me. The thought alone snapped my eyes open, and instantly the harsh morning sunlight hit my face along with the sharp memories of last night. The sheets beside me were rumpled and empty, stripped of her warmth already. She had left.Disappointment clawed at my chest immediately, ugly and impossible to ignore. She had warned me from the beginning that whatever happened between us was only for one night, but some pathetic part of me had still hoped she would stay. Even after everything. Even knowing she belonged to my son.I exhaled slowly and dragged a hand t

—BELLAMY:A wolf’s eyes never turned stark black. None of us chanted spells that sent people flying across rooms. Yet Roth had just done exactly that. I tried pushing myself up from the floor to question him, but before I could even fully raise my head, I realized he was already gone. That only increased the worry clawing at my chest. Something was wrong with him. Deeply wrong. And it was painfully obvious he had gotten himself involved in something dangerous.“Father!”Julian’s voice echoed from the staircase above. He rushed down immediately and helped me to my feet, his brows furrowed tightly with concern. “Are you alright? How did you collapse?”For a second, I considered telling him the truth. But I didn’t even fully understand what had just happened myself, and the last thing I wanted was to make him panic unnecessarily.“I tripped.”Julian arched a suspicious brow at me, clearly unconvinced.“And why are you here anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be with Daphne?” I asked, hoping

—DAPHNE:Desire, Longing and Love.All these emotions put together couldn’t capture the feelings in my heart for him. I lay on the bed with him hovering over me, his lips never leaving mine, and even though I knew it was wrong, my heart was far too gone to listen. He had held me by my nape and deepened the kiss, then he devoured it like it was the only meal on earth. I moaned shamelessly at how rough he was going, almost like he had lost all semblance of control with me. And I loved it. I didn’t want him ever holding back with me. I wanted to be his in every sense of the way.I kissed him back with the same ferocity, and all of a sudden, it wasn’t enough. My skin felt hot, the robe sticky. I wished to take them off, and as though he could read my mind, he slid the robe off me so I was practically naked in his eyes. He grunted as he took in the sight of my naked body. It felt so right and wrong at the same time, wanting my fiancé’s father, naked in bed with him.Then he leaned in to

—DAPHNE:The wedding bells rang loudly, echoing through the entire hall like a final warning. Each sound felt like a sharp reminder that this was real, not a dream I could wake up from. I kept hoping it was a nightmare, something I would open my eyes from at any moment, but it wasn’t. The large doors of the hall were flung open, and I stood beside Bellamy as we began to walk forward.It didn’t make anything easier. In fact, it made everything worse. Because all I could think about was running away with him, far away from everyone, from duty, from expectations, from this life that felt like it was slowly crushing me. As we walked down the aisle, everyone stood up to watch us pass. Their eyes followed every step we took, and the weight of their attention pressed heavily on my chest.Turn back. Turn back and run away.My mind kept repeating the words like a desperate prayer. Bellamy gently squeezed my hand, trying to calm me. For a brief second, it worked. Just a brief second. Then my

—DAPHNE:That’s a fact everyone knows, and yet each time it comes, it manages to cripple fear and hopelessness into the minds of people. Its power is not in the fact that it will come. Its power lies in the uncertainty. One second, you can be smiling, breathing, and making plans for tomorrow, and the next, you’re tumbling into darkness with no warning and no goodbye.I thought of death while that knife was buried in my stomach. I thought of its vicious scent while Bellamy rushed me to the hospital. Everything afterward blurred together. I barely remembered the drive, the panic, or the voices surrounding me. A part of me wanted to let go. It was almost as though death stood nearby, whispering promises of eternal peace and relief from pain. But Bellamy’s voice kept cutting through that darkness, sharp and commanding, refusing to let me drift too far away.Eventually, my eyes gave out.And when they did, I expected that the next time I opened them, I would be staring into the pits of h