로그인Ivonne's pov I don’t know how long I just sat there staring at him, but my brain definitely wasn’t working. Hector’s voice kept replaying again and again in my head like it was on a broken loop. Chelsea isn’t dead. His fated mate. Alive. How was I supposed to process that? My lips parted, but nothing came out at first, just a shaky breath that didn’t even reach my lungs properly. “You… she’s alive?” I finally managed to whisper. The words sounded tiny, embarrassed even. Hector nodded slowly, his expression calm but shadowed. “Yes. Chelsea is alive.” My heart stuttered painfully. I felt like someone had dropped ice water down my spine. “I… when— when is she coming back?” I immediately regretted asking the second it came out. It sounded stupid. Too eager. Too insecure. But I couldn’t stop myself. “I mean—will she? Ever?” He shook his head. “No. She won’t. I haven’t seen her or spoken to her in over fourteen years.” Fourteen. Years. That was longer than I’d even known the St
IVONNE’S POVThe moment the question slipped out of my mouth, I wanted to eat it back.Hector turned to stone beneath me — solid, frozen, painfully still — and I felt my stomach drop straight out of my body.Why did I say that?Why now?Why when everything finally felt calm?“I—I didn’t mean to ask that now—” I started, mortified.He didn’t let me finish.“Ivonne.” His hand gently but firmly held my chin, making me meet his eyes. “Don’t take it back.”I swallowed hard. “I shouldn’t have asked. I don’t want to ruin the mood. I don’t want you to feel—”“You asked because you deserve to know.” His voice was quiet, steady, but heavy… like every word carried weight. “And because you’re about to be my wife.”That last part made my heart jump, but I didn’t push it.He let out a long breath, the kind someone exhales when they’ve been holding something in for years.“Chelsea and I met when we were eighteen,” he began.Chelsea?The name alone made my chest tighten in an uncomfortable way. I imm
IVONNE’S POVHector insisted on helping me pack to his room, which was ridiculous considering I was only supposed to stay in his room for the night. But he followed me around my room like a silent, overprotective shadow, lifting things before I could even reach for them.“Hector, I don’t need half of these,” I protested, trying to snatch a stack of folded clothes from his hands. “It’s just one night.”He lifted a brow. “I’m just being thorough.”“Thorough? I look like I’m relocating.”“You might be,” he muttered under his breath.I stared at him. “What was that?”“Nothing,” he said far too quickly, then grabbed my skincare bag and tossed it on top of the growing pile. “Take this too.”“Hector!”He didn’t even blink. “If you forget it, you’ll wake up irritated in the morning, and then I will suffer for it. So yes, take everything.”I groaned, but a small part of me warmed at how completely unbothered he was about taking care of me. He gathered my things effortlessly and then nodded tow
Ivonne’s POVSolenne just stood there with that smug little smile tugging at her lips, like she had been waiting for us to walk in. My breath caught. Of all the people I expected to see in the dining room, she was the very last.Tessa froze beside me, her voice shaking as she snapped, “W-What are you doing here? You should be in the dungeon!” She repeated what I had just said.Solenne rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh, please. You all act like you can get rid of me that easily. When we all know I'm not the killer here."My stomach twisted. Hector had just told me earlier that he didn’t think she killed Viera… and now Solenne was here practically taunting us. If she really didn’t do it… then…No. I forced my mind to stop there. I wasn’t ready to follow that trail of thought.Solenne folded her arms, chin lifted arrogantly. “And for the record, there’s no actual proof I killed Viera. But don’t worry, I’ll soon prove who really did.”Her eyes flicked meaningfully toward me, and I felt th
Ivonne's pov “So we need to get married,” he said. “Before they discover I hid evidence. It’s the only way I can claim you under my protection.” I opened my mouth to respond—but a sharp knock startled both of us. “Ivonne?” Tessa called softly. “It’s us.” Hector unlocked the door, and Tessa and Elara slipped inside. Tessa gave Hector a shy nod. “Alpha.” Elara glared at him like she wished she could set him on fire. He exhaled slowly. “Take care of her.” And then he slipped out. The moment he was gone, Elara rounded on me. “I’m so sorry,” she blurted. “I shouldn’t have let you drink Lycan mead. It’s too strong for werewolves—your memories got distorted because of it.” “It’s not your fault,” I said quickly. “Really. I’m not blaming you.” Tessa wrung her hands. “And I should’ve shown the footage earlier. Maybe you wouldn’t have been dragged into the Lycan realm at all.” “Tessa.” I squeezed her hand. “I’m proud of you. You stood up to Marcellus. That took courage.
Authors Pov: Apologies about the duplicate chapters. The network malfunctioned and I immediately applied for it to be corrected, but that takes some time. Ivonne's POV The minute we get home, I pulled Hector aside. "So About Viera and that night. please start talking." Hector sighed I didn’t even realize I was gripping His arm until he gently pried my fingers off and glanced down the hallway like he expected someone to be listening. “We can’t talk here,” he muttered, voice low, controlled. “Not in the open, it's too dangerous for you.” A cold shiver crawled up my spine. Too dangerous even at home?But He sounded… serious. Too serious. And suddenly every worst-case scenario my mind could invent came rushing in. “Hector?” I whispered, my throat tight. “What really happened that night? Please just tell—” “Not here.” He cut me off again and took my wrist, not roughly, but with enough urgency that I didn’t dare resist. He walked fast, pushing open his bedroom door and pu







