CHLOE’S POV“What! That’s so terrible! I exclaimed as I watched her break down in tears as she shared with me her family story.“That’s the major reason I don't like talking about my family. Most times, people think I'm the one framing up the story, but that’s just the hard truth. They didn’t abide by the rules in the woods, and all of them got killed, and I'm the only living one out of my family. So, when I tell you to be careful in the woods, you just have to abide by it.” She spoke as she warned me intensively.“I don’t know the right words to say to you, but I strongly believe that you are a strong person, and I can't wait for you to take revenge on those who killed your family.”“That was the same reason I rescued you from them last night. They wanted to devour you and make you their last supper meal, but I rescued you.”The revelation sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but replay the events of the previous night in my mind. Unaware of the imminent danger, I had narr
CHLOE’S POV“Abigail,what are you doing? Who exactly are you?” Fear gripped me as I asked her certain questions while watching her play with blood and reciting certain chants.“You don’t have to be scared, Chloe. This is just like my daily rituals; besides, I thought you should still be asleep by now. So, why are you up?” She spoke without looking remorseful or scared about what I said to her.“Really? Are you the one asking me this question? How do you expect me to sleep when I'm not comfortable seeing you play with blood?”As she got to hear the last line of my question, her eyes turned red, and immediately she kept moving forward to me as she continued reciting the chants and moving her hands in a funny way.“Don’t come close to me,Abigail. Stay very far away from me. I don’t want to do anything that will make both of us regret our actions.” I said to her while pointing my finger at her as I raced backwards.It seems like the more I'm moving backwards, the faster she is coming towa
SCOTT POV“What are you doing here? How dare you come into this apartment and act as if everything is alright?” I questioned her while trying to sound defensive.“You didn’t even welcome me by telling me to come inside. You just stood there as I stood outside, bombarding me with unnecessary questions. Is that how you welcome your guests into your home?”I laughed out loud while watching her spit out guts from her mouth.“Who told you that you were welcome here,Mendy? Is it after you betrayed your little sister or after you betrayed Grandma Trust? Wait for a second! Who told you that you are even a part of this family?” I spoke to her in a rude tone. without being scared that she was my older sister.“Do I actually need anyone’s validation before I enter my father’s house? Do you think I came to banter words with you, weakling?” She spoke as she gave me a scornful look with no iota of pity.I clenched my fists, feeling the surge of anger coursing through me. Mendy had always been the o
CHLOE'S POV:“What do you want from us, mister stranger?” I spoke as the two men came into the hut where I and Abigail stayed and stared at us before focusing more on Abigail.“I guess you must have missed the road, and this place isn't the right place for you to be. This place isn't a path to follow; this is my little home." Abigail spoke up while looking at the two men staring at her with no iota of fear in her voice.The two men, who were clothed in black attire that covered their heads until their toes, exchanged glances, a silent communication passing between them. It was unnerving the way they synchronized without uttering a single word.As they approached Abigail, their movements were calculated, and I could sense an ominous energy surrounding them.Without warning, they reached Abigail and seized her hands, their grip firm. I tensed, ready to intervene, but Abigail remained surprisingly composed. "Release me," she commanded, her tone unwavering.The strangers ignored her deman
LIAM’S POV.“Mendy! Mendy! Where are you?’ I continuously called her out as I went outside the compound of my house. I searched the backyard to check if she was in there,but to my utmost surprise, she wasn’t there at all.I kept searching every corner of the house to check if she dropped any letters at all before heading outside of the house. I searched carefully without any limiting factor weighing me down."I hope she hasn't gone to attack Chloe. I hope she isn’t planning to do anything dangerous that could tarnish my image in the pack." I spoke to my inner child as I flooded my mind with different thoughts.I pushed the door of my sitting room open and went to go make coffee to start my day properly before I heard footsteps coming from the end of the door. I turned and saw Mendy with some luggage on her back and on her hand. From the look of things, she looked very distressed and palpable as she stood at the entrance of the door.I dropped the glass cup of coffee I had in my hands
CHLOE'S POVThe blood of Abigail splashed on my face as I tried to pull her down from the thread where she was hanged, but I was unfortunate to pull her down, for before I got to hold her legs, the guards used her as their aiming targets.Guilt washed over my face as I saw the only girl who picked me and saw me as her confidant was murdered right in front of my eyes. It was unbelievable to see an innocent witch go extinct just because of one's useless culture and traditions.He walks up to me and squats right before my sight as he watches me mourn over my friend, whom I just lost.“This isn't the end of you; you just have to brace up and get over everything. Besides, you have a long way to go, starting from now on." He spoke without any guilt in his voice.With the way he spoke, someone would have thought that he was a saint in this scene. He didn't even feel remorseful for a second, not to mention an iota of anguish in his voice.“What else do you want from me? Do you want to kill me
CHLOE’S POV“Was I drunk when I told you to enter my pack?” He questioned me, turning around to look at my face.“No! Not at all. I replied with a shaky voice while trying to hide my face from his.“Then! Pack your things, that is, if you bought anything for my pack.” He ordered with a fierce voice.Without any hesitation, I followed his lead and went into his packs. As I entered, almost everyone was murmuring with their fellow mates and their fellow people in the packs, wondering who I was.“Who is she? What exactly is she doing in this pack?” One of the wolves spoke in a lower tone as she looked at me with a disgusted look.“What if she is the one betrothed to Alpha Jax? Or, what if she wants to come and snatch our one and only handsome Alpha Jax away from us?” Another one spoke, as she was scared of losing her crush to another woman.Ignoring the speculative glances and whispers, I focused on the task at hand—packing my belongings. The small room assigned to me felt both foreign an
CHLOE’S POV“Yes! You heard me, right? Starting tomorrow, you’ll resume your duty as my personal maid.” He instructed as he passed the message across to his other peers.“What about the former maid?” I asked because I didn't want to be tagged as someone who made her fellow gender be removed from her job.“Is that piece of information necessary?” He asked as he looked into my eyeballs, trying to detect my current state."Well…"—I cleared my throat before proceeding. “It is necessary because I don't want to be tagged as a bad person who only cares about her own well-being without considering others."Since you really want to know just to clear your intentions, the former maid has been demoted. She didn’t beat up my expectations, so I had to do the needful.”“Does that also apply to me?” I questioned him.He looked at me, trying to understand the question I asked him:"I apply to you in what way, May?”I took a deep breath, steadying myself before responding, “Do I risk being demoted if I
Chloe’s POV The house was unusually quiet when Chloe returned. Normally, the laughter and chatter of her children greeted her at the door, but this time, only the faint rustle of maids working in the background broke the silence. She glanced at her phone as she stepped inside, hoping for a message from Liam, but her notifications were blank.Chloe inhaled deeply, forcing herself to relax. Liam will handle it, she reminded herself. He had promised to confront Mendy, and if there was one thing Liam excelled at, it was handling difficult situations. She pushed aside her worry and decided to make the most of the evening.“Mrs. Liam,” one of the maids greeted her with a polite smile, “would you like us to prepare anything for dinner?”Chloe shook her head, an idea forming in her mind. “No, I’ll take care of it tonight. I want to do something special.”The maid’s eyes widened slightly in surprise, but she didn’t protest. Chloe rarely took over in the kitchen, but tonight felt like the perf
Author’s POVMendy’s sharp eye was on Liam, his presence commanding attention. She felt the weight of her anger bubbling beneath her carefully composed exterior, but she masked it with a small smile. Her posture was relaxed, almost lazy, as if she had all the time in the world.Liam’s expression was the opposite—his jaw was clenched tight, and his fiery gaze was locked on her. Even without his Alpha aura pressing down on the room, his presence was intimidating enough. The principal, standing nearby, cleared his throat nervously.“Mr. Liam, perhaps we can—”“This doesn’t concern you,” Liam cut her off sharply, his tone cold but controlled. He turned his attention back to Mendy, his voice steady but laced with steel. “We need to talk. Alone.”The principal hesitated, but Mendy stepped forward, gesturing for him to leave. “It’s fine,” she said sweetly, her tone dripping with false politeness. “I can handle this. There’s no need to worry.” She added. The principal looked between them, he
Liam’s POV The house was eerily quiet when I stepped inside. Too quiet. I called out Chloe’s name, my voice echoing in the space. No answer. My eyes swept the living room, every corner tidy as usual, but something about the silence felt off. She hadn’t mentioned going anywhere.“Chloe?” I tried again, moving toward the kitchen. Nothing.My pulse quickened, an uneasy knot forming in my chest. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number for the third time, only to hear it ring faintly from somewhere upstairs. She wasn’t answering. I bolted up the stairs, following the sound to our bedroom, and found her phone on the nightstand, the screen lighting up with my name.“She left without it,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair.Panic began to creep in. Chloe wasn’t careless with her phone, and the thought of her being unreachable only amplified my worry. I sat on the edge of the bed, trying to think. She might have gone to her office. That seemed like the logical explanation.Without
Liam’s POV The meeting room was quiet, except for the sound of the projector humming as it displayed charts and statistics. My foreign clients sat stiffly across the table, their expressions grim. I could see the anger in their eyes, the way their eyes darted nervously. They were losing faith in me, and it was starting to show.“Your warehouses are no longer safe,” one of them said, breaking the silence. His voice was sharp, accusing. “It’s like someone knows every location. This isn’t just a coincidence, Mr. Liam. We’re being targeted.” He uttered with a greeted teeth. I leaned back in my chair, forcing a calm smile onto my face. “I understand your concerns,” I said evenly, though inside I was seething. “But I assure you, my team is handling the situation. We’ve reinforced security measures, and we’re monitoring all activities closely.” I tried to reassure them but their gaze was unyielding. “Are you sure that’s enough? This isn’t just bad luck,” one of them said, his voice cold.
Chloe’s POV The very next day, I found myself standing in front of the school, my kids clutching each of my hands. It was supposed to feel normal, dropping the kids off, and watching them run through the gates. But it didn’t. My chest tightened with each step closer to the entrance. Liam had reassured me endlessly last night, but no amount of comforting words could erase the lingering unease swirling in my mind.“Mommy, can we go now?” Aria tugged at my hand impatiently, breaking my train of thought.“Not yet, sweetheart,” I said, forcing a smile and crouching down to their level. “I need you both to promise me something. If anything feels wrong or someone says something that makes you uncomfortable, you tell your dad or come straight to me. Okay?”“Okay,” they chorused, although Asher gave me a skeptical look. He had her father’s no-nonsense expression, sharp for a six-year-old.I kissed their foreheads and sent them through the gates, my heart sinking further as they disappeared in
Chloe’s POV The first few days of Mendy’s presence at the school had been uneventful. It was almost as if she were trying to prove herself, and I couldn’t figure out why that bothered me so much. Whenever I went to drop the kids off, she would always smile to greet the kids, praising them for every little thing, acting like the perfect, doting teacher. But the way she looked at them, the way she got just a little too close, set my nerves on edge.It wasn’t even the way she treated them that bothered me. It was how my children were responding to her. Every day, it seemed, I’d hear them tell me how great Mendy was, how she helped them with this or that, how she made them feel so special. I tried to smile, to be supportive, but deep down, a jealousy I couldn’t control bubbled up inside me. I wanted them to see me that way. I wanted to be the one they ran to when they needed praise or affection.The worst part was how they’d grown so attached to her. They came home with stories about Men
Chloe’s POV The car engine hummed beneath me, but my thoughts were a constant, swirling storm. I couldn’t shake the image of Mendy’s face from my mind. Her too-sweet smile, her fake warmth toward my children—it was all wrong. Something about her felt off. I gripped the steering wheel harder, my fingers aching from the pressure. I needed to talk to Liam. I needed to hear his voice, to feel some semblance of calm, and also to inform him about Mendy. I pulled over to the side of the road, brought out my phone, and dialed his number.The phone rang twice before he picked up, his voice strained. “Chloe?”“Liam, I—” I stopped myself, trying to gather my thoughts. “I don’t know what to do. The principal introduced Mendy as the kids’ new teacher today. She’s been assigned to their class permanently. I can’t— I just can’t trust her with them.”I could hear Liam take a sharp breath on the other end of the line. He sounded tired and worn out, and I hated that. I hated that he had so much on
Chloe’s POV I couldn’t stop the guilt creeping up my spine as I marched into the principal’s office, demanding a transfer for Aria and Luis. The decision gnawed at me, a tiny voice whispering that I was letting my anger control me, but I shoved it aside. My children didn’t belong in a classroom with Mendy.“I understand your concerns, Mrs. Liam,” the principal said, her tone professional but edged with impatience. “However, I must remind you that we’re the top school in the city. Transferring them now would not only disrupt their education but limit their future opportunities.”I folded my arms, my frustration bubbling over. “And I understand that you think this is the best school, but you don’t understand the history I have with that woman. She’s not safe to be around my children.”The principal sighed, looking at me as if I were a stubborn child throwing a tantrum. “Mendy has done nothing to warrant such concerns. She’s been a model professional since she started here. I’ve reviewe
Chloe’s POV The moment the words left the principal’s mouth, I froze, every part of me stiffening like I’d been struck by lightning.“Yes,” she said, “She’ll be Aria and Luis’ teacher this year. We’re so lucky to have her, she’s been an absolute gem.”I blinked, sure I’d misheard. “I’m sorry,” I said slowly, my voice trembling with the effort to stay calm. “You’re saying Mendy is my children’s teacher? Or am I just mishearing?”“No you’re not mishearing,” the principal replied, beaming. “She graciously agreed to step in after the original teacher had an accident. We’re very fortunate to have someone so qualified and committed join us at such short notice.” She explained. I stared at her, my mind struggling to process the words. My heart began to race, panic rising in my chest. Mendy. Of all people. Why is this happening to me? “You’ve got to be joking,” I said, my voice sharper now.The principal frowned slightly, the warmth in her expression faltering. “I’m not joking, Mrs. Liam.