Abigail's POV The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell. Pancakes. Sweet, buttery pancakes. My nose twitched, and my stomach gave a loud, happy rumble. I sat up in bed, rubbing my eyes and yawning. The sunlight was sneaking through my curtains, painting my room in golden stripes.
“Are you going to stay?” I asked suddenly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. Alexander blinked, his eyes flicking to me. “Stay?” “Yeah,” I said. “Like… for good. Are you going to be around? Or are you just going to leave again?” “Abigail,” Mommy said, her voice sharp and full of
Lauren's POV Liam stepped further into the kitchen, his presence as sharp and unyielding as a blade. His ice blue eyes swept over the scene—the plates still on the counter, the faint smell of buttery pancakes lingering in the air, and Alexander standing there like he belonged. “What are you doin
“You could’ve called me,” Liam said, his voice quieter but no less intense. I looked away, guilt prickling at the edges of my mind. “Right. About that. No phone.” “What? Did he—” Liam’s face scrunched. “Long story,” my eyes rolled, glancing at the broken glass and metal bits still on the floor
Lauren's POV A shiver ran down my spine as the sterile hospital air closed in around us. Alexander’s office felt smaller than usual, the harsh overhead lights casting a warm glow over the scene. We stood in a tense circle around the older woman in a nurse’s uniform, her nervousness painted like
It was a fleeting feeling, though, like trying to hold onto smoke. The weight of everything snapped me back. The answers I needed, the ones I was desperate for, were still out there, hiding in the shadows. Liam ran a hand through his hair, his jaw tight as he turned to face Alexander. “Really?”
Sophia's POV The soft click of my heels against the linoleum was muffled as I stepped into the shadows of the adjacent hallway, positioning myself just out of sight of Alexander’s hospital office. The air was almost too clean, and it made me wrinkle my nose in disdain. Hospitals always had that
The line went silent for a moment, and I could almost hear his trembling on the other end. Good. He should be nervous. But his silence only fueled my anger. “You’re useless,” I continued, my voice colder now. “But, I’m not done with you yet, Doctor. Keep close.” “Yes, ma’am.” his voice replied q
Owen’s face darkened, and I could see the conflict brewing in his chest, muttering. “Redhead…”It was like a boiling pot on the verge of overflowing.“Shut up, Theo,” he spat, his voice cracking with frustration. “You’re full of it. You think I’m going to let you anywhere near Abigail again? I’ll—”
TheoThe woods crackled around me as I sprinted through, paws slipping on mud and rotting leaves, the air thick with pine and damp earth. My legs burned, muscles aching, but I couldn’t slow down. Couldn’t afford to.I knew I was being hunted. Heard the howls—Alexander’s guard wolves, technically—clo
“Crap…” I muttered under my breath. “What a pain…”The situation had just gone from bad to worse.Mark didn’t look happy to be here. His eyes darted around, still wide with confusion, his lips parted slightly as though he was trying to piece together where exactly he had ended up. But it wasn’t just
TheoThe cell door creaked open, its rusty hinges groaning like the bones of an old man.My body screamed in protest as I pushed myself to my feet, every muscle aching, every bruise a reminder of the last few days. The cold air hit my face as the guards dragged me out, their laughter ringing in my e
The room went completely still. Mom’s voice barely heard as she whispered, “Abigail…”My heart stopped. My blood ran cold. I could feel my face going pale, my breath catching in my throat. He hadn’t just said that. He couldn’t have.I pushed back from the table, fury flooding my chest. “Yeah, I’ve b
AbigailDinner was a war zone of silence.The only sounds were the clinking of cutlery against plates, the occasional scrape of a chair being pushed back. And with every passing second, the tension in the room grew, like a pressure cooker about to blow its lid.Owen and I sat at opposite ends of the
He pick up a tea pot, examining it, completely unbothered. “I could give you everything back. Everything you lost. The status, the power, the wealth. I’m sure you miss it. I can offer you everything you lost. Status. Power. The world that should’ve been yours.”I straightened before letitng out a sc
SophiaIt was one of those night, the ones where everything felt like it was still. The cabin was quiet, save for the gentle crackling of the fire. I had a mug of tea in hand, the warmth seeping into my fingers as I stared out at the barren trees.My cheeks were still cool from my tears, but I had c
I didn’t even try to hide it. Why bother? He was by the pond, chopping wood like it was a hobby, not a chore. Sunlight danced on the water, turning everything a little less ugly—or maybe I was just getting used to it. The cabin. The earthy smell. The life I was forced to engage with.For a moment, I