Novel & Cerita Heartland Library

They weren't just words, they were like a key unlocking my heart, mind and the shy wolf inside me. I never thought their acceptance could be this liberating. I could almost feel their wolves circling mine and rubbing against her fur welcoming her among them. Alex's hand rubbing my back felt warmer. His scent was stronger and more alluring. A hole in my heart was suddenly filled with an intense sense of fellowship.

Maybe… focusing on something else would help. Maybe. The driver dropped me off at the hospital. The moment I stepped inside, the smell hit me. I hated it. I asked about Don Moretti, but I was told he was still asleep. So I went to the waiting area. I sat down, picking up a random magazine, flipping through it without really seeing anything. My mind wasn’t there, it was somewhere else entirely. I looked up and my entire body froze. Stella. She walked out of one of the hospital rooms like she belonged there.

… When I woke up in the hospital, the only one sitting by my bed was the kind hiring manager. He hesitated, unsure how to begin. "Ms. Hawthorn, I'm very sorry." "My pup is gone, isn't it?" My tone was eerily calm. The weakness in my body seemed to be fading, and my wolf was quietly healing my injuries. I started to think that this was perhaps a good thing. After seeing him out, I canceled the abortion surgery and applied to the hospital for medication to temporarily block the mind link, using physical pain as the reason. Just before taking the medication, I received a message from Lucas through the mind link for the first time in a long while.

Ford, he looked confused as I assumed. "I was just telling him that the other day. It is kind of you to remember that, Mr. Martinez." I said in a hurry, giving Noah a forced smile. "Oh, sorry for my negligence. I should've asked first." Mr. Ford said. "Nothing to be sorry about. Does Italian works for everyone? There is a place nearby, called 'Alberto'. There food is to die for and they have some amazing sea food options too." I suggested. "Let's go there then." Noah said and Mr. Ford politely agreed.

Yara didn't know how he could lie so effortlessly. That bakery was in South Belgrave, halfway across the city. Their cheese tarts were famous—so popular that people waited in line for hours just to get a box. And Mateo had gone through all that trouble. Not for her. For Helen. Yara was exhausted. She didn't have the energy to play along anymore. Shaking her head, she turned down his attempt at reconciliation for the first time. "I'm not feeling well. I'm going to rest." Without waiting for his reaction, she headed straight to her room.

Maybe, in some small way, helping them heal could be a balm for my own unresolved heartache. *** After lunch, I return to the office with a determined plan to talk to Emily about Santiago. A flicker of hope ignites within me as I park my sleek black Mercedes E-Class W213 AMG in the underground garage. The familiar scent of leather and polish fills my nostrils as I step out, my heels clicking against the concrete floor. The private elevator whisks me up to my floor, its soft hum a stark contrast to the thundering of my heart. As the doors slide open, I'm greeted by the bustling energy of the office.

Betty was almost shouting, wanting the omega to listen to her. "And besides, I want you to be with me. " Betty pleaded using 'all alone without you' card that worked so well with Irish. The omega looked at the grave again; she hates to agree that the omega has a point, even though she was dumb. Irish needs to move on from her past life and to be honest; this place is not her happy place anymore. Betty was all squealing in delight when the omega agreed to her request. Betty's apartment is small, with one kitchen, bedroom, hall and attached bathroom.

The safe house sat tucked between old warehouses on the edge of the industrial district, far enough from the city center that no one would look twice at its boarded windows and rusted fire escape. Inside, the air smelled of stale coffee and old paper, and the only light came from a single desk lamp angled low over the table. Malory pushed a thick black folder across the scuffed wood, her knuckles white where she gripped the edges, like she was afraid it might burn her.

Alice snarled in disgust. “Have you tried to smooth it out?” Kendra asked with gentle sincerity. “It’s damaged from exposure during the war,” Alice sighed. “I was just an infant and, then, the people who took me in barely cared for my basic needs, let alone try to help me keep my looks. I lived the life of a wanderer. It was a hard life out in the elements with survival always at a precarious level. It wasn’t until I met Arthur and he took me to HOPEVILLE that I knew any type of stability and comfort.”

After I moved to my new place, my life went back into the same grind as before. I worked overtime every day only to come home to an empty apartment. I cooked for myself and did my own laundry. When I went to bed, the outer side of the mattress stayed empty. I still thought about Ethan. I missed his cooking, his soft ears, and bushy tail. But every time I remembered how he was the Alpha King now, that he had probably forgotten me already, I could feel the ache in my heart.