All Chapters of Candy Wolf: Claimed by the New Alpha: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"What do you mean, Lucy? The lights aren’t turning on?""No, my friend. It looks like there’s a power outage. The freezers aren’t turning on either.""My God. Do you think the whole street has lost power?""I can’t tell, Candy.""Then come here, please. Bring the cakes I asked you to get, and I’ll take care of this afterward.""Okay, I will. But there are things here that could spoil.""Don’t worry. It looks like I’m going to be discharged soon, and I’ll be home in no time.""Great. Then you can take care of it.""Thank you so much, Lucy.""Don’t mention it. And is Anderson still there?"Lucy asked about him, and he was standing beside me. Anderson heard everything and smiled."He is, and he heard you. I’m going to hang up before the two of us get into trouble.""See you soon, my friend."Anderson and I continued kissing after she hung up."Wait. She said there’s a power outage on your street?""Yes, that’s what it sounded like. Sometimes the power goes out on my street. But that only

From Dr. Denis’s facial expression, it wasn’t going to be good news. “Candy, I’m sorry. I won’t be able to discharge you from the hospital today.” He gave me the news with regret. He was no longer looking at the several slices of cake sitting on the table. I was speechless, but deep down, I felt relieved that I wouldn’t be going home that day. I still wanted to see Anderson. This story needed a few more days to develop before it could continue outside the hospital. So, instead of being sad, I was slightly happy. But I decided not to show any emotion in front of the doctor. “Oh, what a shame. I’m so sad to hear that, Doctor. Do you know what day I’ll be leaving?” I asked that question hoping for the most distant answer that doctor could possibly give me. I could stay for a week, two weeks, or even a month. Who knew? Maybe I could live in the hospital and open a Candy Cake shop right there. It seemed like I didn’t even care about my right leg an

I looked in the rearview mirror and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was Anderson. My heart started pounding immediately. He was leaving the hospital and coming toward us. He was still dressed like someone who had just finished work, and his presence at that exact moment felt like a cruel provocation from fate. After everything that had happened between us, after the kisses, the conversations, the teasing, and that strange feeling that something might begin between us, he appeared just when I was leaving. For a few seconds, I kept watching him through the rear window. Anderson was walking quickly. He seemed to have realized that I was inside that car. My first instinct was to tell Lucy to stop. I wanted to open the door. I wanted to hear what he had to say. I wanted him to reach me before the car left the parking lot. But I didn’t do any of those things. I kept watching. My heart was telling me one thing. My mind was telling me another. “Candy, what’s wrong?” Lu

I couldn't sleep that night. The house was silent, but my mind felt like a train station during rush hour. Thoughts came from every direction, one after another, without giving me time to breathe. I tried to organize my problems by order of importance, but whenever I found a possible solution to one of them, another appeared to remind me that I was still far from regaining control of my life. The missing money in my account wouldn't leave my mind. I had checked my bank statement so many times that I already knew some of the amounts by heart. Even so, I couldn't understand how those transactions had taken place without my noticing. Maybe I had trusted George too much. Maybe I had ignored signs that now seemed impossible to miss. The only thing I was sure of was that I couldn't keep pretending nothing was happening. My right leg was throbbing. I shifted on the couch, searching for a less painful position. My crutches were beside me, and my phone was on the coffee table, within reach

I stared at the man standing on my doorstep, unable to hide my surprise. Anderson. He held a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a small paper bag in the other. His hair was slightly messy, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his forearms. He looked nothing like the professional nurse who had taken care of me at the hospital. He looked like a man who had come to see a woman he couldn't stop thinking about. "What are you doing here?" I asked. His lips curved into a smile. "That's a warm welcome." "Sorry. I just wasn't expecting you." "I know. That's why I brought these." He held out the flowers. I stared at them, then at him. "For me?" "No, Candy. I thought I'd surprise the neighbor's cat." I laughed, taking the bouquet. "You're impossible." "And yet, you opened the door." I stepped aside, still trying to understand what was happening. "How did you find my address?" He raised the pape