LOGINIvonne's povI take a step back. “You’re being ridiculous.”“And you’re being reckless,” he counters.“Oh my god,dess” I hiss. “You are literally impossible!”He steps closer. “I’m going.”“No, you’re not!”“You can’t stop me.”“I can try!”We’re nose to nose now, fighting like absolutely deranged people, and I suddenly feel my frustration spike so high I want to throw something at him.He is stubborn.He is infuriating.He is unreasonable.And I swear his wolf is enjoying every second of this.My voice cracks with irritation as I shout back:“I was just trying to work! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?”I stare at Hector, still feeling the anger of the argument buzzing under my skin. My chest rises and falls too fast, and he’s standing there—ridiculously calm now—like the storm that almost blew the roof off this room didn’t just happen between us.For a second, I’m honestly terrified we’re too stubborn to ever work. We clash like flint and steel every single time. M
Ivonne's POVMy thumb hovered over the screen as I stared at his name… and every instinct in me screamed that whatever this call was about—It was about to make my mood much much worse, so I just ended the call and continued my way up the stairs.But then, he started calling again, and i cut the call again and kept walking.By the time I reach the top of the stairs, Justin’s name flashes across my screen again, probably for the sixth time now, and I stand there in the hallway, feeling like my brain is being wrung out.I really can’t deal with any more problems. Not right now. Not after the parcel i had just recieved with all it's implications.So I do the only thing my exhausted mind can handle:I put my phone on silent, pray that he would be tired now, then turn toward my room, and began walking like a zombie, but the phone immediately starts vibrating again.“Oh, you have got to be kidding me,” I mutter under my breath as the ringtone vibrates relentlessly.I’m honestly surprised at
Ivonne's pov “What am I supposed to think?!” I screamed. “Tell me! Because I’m losing my Fucking mind!” And I wasn't even joking! I just felt a guttural instinct to spill blood!Lora held my shoulders even more firmly, as if she could sense my intent. “I know. I know Ivonne. I know that you’re hurt. And angry. And terrified. But listen to me—this isn’t enough proof. This is you looking at the worst possible explanation because you’ve been traumatized by everything he put you through.” Her words dug into me like sharp needles. Because deep down… I knew she wasn’t lying. “You’re desperate for someone to blame,” Lora said softly. “And after everything Lincoln did to you… of course you want it to be him.” My breathing slowed just a little. Not calm. But not out of control. “I don’t want him to be the murderer,” I whispered. “I don’t want any of this to be real.” “I know.” Lora squeezed my hands. “But you can’t storm into his room and accuse him based on this. That’s not ho
Ivonne's pov “What if Lincoln paid the hospital to kill my mother?”Lora frowned in confusion. "Ivonne, I'm not sure what you mean -- wait Ivonne!" I didn’t even realize what I was doing until the sharp sound of tearing paper snapped through the dining room. Rip. Rip. Rip. I tore through the receipts like they were alive and I needed them dead. My hands were shaking so violently that a few of the pieces fluttered to the floor like snow. “Whoa—Ivonne!” Lora jumped from her seat, her eyes wide as she grabbed my wrist. “What in the goddess’s name are you doing?! Why are you tearing those?” I jerked my hand back, my breath ragged. “Because I know Lincoln killed her.” Lora froze. Completely froze. “Killed who exactly?” “My mother,” I spat, voice cracking as I tore through another receipt. “He killed my mother!” Lora blinked rapidly, her face contorting in shock. “Ivonne, what?! How—why—what are you talking about? Everyone knows she died from heart failure!” I let out an ugly, hys
Ivonne's POVBy the time I reached the dining room, I could smell the warm aroma of pastries and something buttery. My stomach actually growled at me. I hadn’t even realized how hungry I was after the chaos of yesterday. I had barely even remembered to eat.Lora was already there, arranging plates like she ran the place.Which she practically did with the butler.She turned when she heard me enter. “Good morning, dear.”“Morning,” I murmured, sliding into my seat.She didn’t even wait for my next breath before she began setting down dish after dish—freshly baked croissants, scrambled eggs with cheese, sliced fruit, a warm cup of tea, and even the yogurt parfait I always pretended I didn’t like even though everyone knew I adored it.I blinked. “Lora… this is a lot.”She grinned knowingly. “Blame Alpha Hector. He pre-ordered everything. Said you’d need a proper breakfast today, He even went into the kitchen to make sure they were extra nicely done.”My chest tightened in a soft, unfami
Ivonne’s POVI don’t know what part of me had shifted over the last few days, but as I watched Hector step in front of me on the stairs, with his shoulders tense, eyes darkening, and his jaw locked, I was forcing myself to face and accept something that would’ve shocked the Ivonne from a few months ago:…I actually liked this domininat side of him.Not the unhealthy kind. Not the controlling kind. Just… the way he stood for me. The way he moved without thinking, as if shielding me was his reflex.It actually felt good to let myself breathe even for just a bit.Still, Lincoln and Hector glaring murder at each other on the staircase wasn’t exactly how I wanted my morning to start.“Okay, enough.” I stepped between them, putting a hand on Hector’s chest before his wolf decided to appear fully. “Stop it. Both of you.”Lincoln scoffed. “Tell your guard wolf to calm down.”"Watch it pup!" Hector growled low, but I pressed firmer on his chest. “Hector. Leave it.”He didn’t look convinced, bu







