Lauren I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I gripped Abigail’s hand tighter, both of us running through the airport crowd, scanning the rows of bustling people, hoping to find Owen. This feeling was familiar, yet it never felt more wrong. Not after what almost happened to Abig
“Come on,” she pulled with a smile. We took off, Owen’s weight was heavier than it should’ve been, his steps sluggish and uncoordinated as we half-carried him to the car. He must have been hurting more then he let on. I could feel the bile rising in my throat as I glanced at him, buckling him int
Lauren I stared at the medical chart, my eyes scanning the numbers again, hoping they would somehow make sense. It couldn’t be right. It just couldn’t. I had my suspicions, sure. The kids, we all seemed to feel this... offness. But this? This was impossible. I ran my fingers over the chart, my
More silence. The air was thick with it, pressing in on us from every side. The seconds stretched into eternity. Finally, he spoke. His voice was strained, barely audible, as if the words were tearing themselves from him. “Lauren…” His breath hitched. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice
Sophia I was pacing in Owen’s room, my nerves fraying with every tick of the clock. The faint hum of the home me did little to mask the sound of my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. Where was Alexander? What was taking him so long? He’d left so quick…for Lauren. The door creaked open, and there
“You’re done, Sophia.” His tone was final, each word a death knell. “You’re no longer part of this pack. You’re no longer part of my life. From this moment on, you are nothing. You’re a rogue.” The word slammed into me, a sentence more brutal than any blow. Rogue. Cast out. Forsaken. Stripped of ev
Alexander I leaned back in my office chair, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on Lauren. She stood in the center of the room, her posture rigid, her defiance radiating off her in waves. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, seemed determined to cut through what little composure I had left.Even now, with her f
I stepped closer, closing the distance between us, my voice dropping to a low, rough whisper. “And what about me? You drop all this on me—that Abigail is mine, that Owen is ours—after years of believing you were dead. And now you expect me to just… let you all go?”My gaze locked onto hers, unflinch
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