Third person's POV
Tabitha had thought they were in real trouble, considering this was a private pool with no instructors or lifeguards around.
If anything happened, no one would notice.
Derek appeared out of nowhere, swiftly reaching out one hand to pluck Ayla from the water as if she were a chick, and with the other, he quickly wrapped his arm around Tabitha's waist.
After safely placing Ayla on the shore, he turned to Tabitha with concern and asked, "How are you feeling now?"
"My leg cramped. I just need a moment to recover."
"Alright, hold on tight to me."
At that moment, Tabitha didn't care about maintaining any proper distance between a man and a woman. She wrapped her arms tightly around Derek's neck, waiting for the painful cramps in her leg to subside.
Derek wasn't in a hurry. After confirming Ayla was fine, he just stayed quietly with Tabitha.
It took about ten seconds for the spasms in her calf to gradually ea
Third person's POVAfter Tabitha finished washing up, her mood gradually settled.She reminded herself that she and Derek rejected each other already. Any emotional connection she had with another man was none of his business.It was just a bit of intimate contact—what did that really mean?Was she supposed to live the rest of her life without any new romantic experiences?As she prepared to leave with the children, Ayla suddenly stopped, pointing at a few drops of purplish liquid on the ground. "Mommy, look."Tabitha glanced down, puzzled about what it could be.It looked like mulberry juice, but they hadn’t eaten any mulberries today.The cleaning staff had done their rounds early in the morning, so how could there be such obvious stains at the entrance?When she opened the door, she noticed that the floor had already been mopped, with water stains left behind. The staff had warned her that the floor was sl
Third person's POVTabitha did the math and realized she had been with Wilmot for almost half a year.From their initial cautious interactions to him becoming like a full-time nanny, taking care of her child without complaint, Tabitha had long stopped being as vigilant as she once was."I..." she started to say something but swallowed her words. The situation was too complex. She didn't know where to begin."It's okay, my lips are sealed. I won't tell anyone else," Wilmot reassured her.Tabitha glanced at Ayla and said, "Let's talk about it later.""Alright."He responded, patient as ever. He had already spent half a year waiting for Tabitha to open up to him, so what was a little more waiting?When Ayla took a nap, Derek sat outside by the flower bed, waiting.As Tabitha came out, he immediately stood up and said, "Ms. Hartley.""No need for formalities, let's sit and talk," she suggested."Of course."
Third person's POVTabitha's voice wasn't loud, but each word hit home, leaving Derek speechless.Yes, he had hurt her so deeply. How could she possibly consider getting back together with him?He was being utterly unrealistic.Seeing Derek's silence, Tabitha's face flickered with discomfort as she said, "I'm sorry, I lost my composure just now.""No, people like your ex-husband, I think he couldn't make up for the pain he caused you even if he died a hundred times," Derek replied."I just hope we never meet again in this life, as if we had never known each other," Tabitha added.Derek recomposed himself and asked, "I understand. So we need to sneak back to Seattle without him finding out, right?""Yes, that's why I followed the captain to smuggle myself back before, and encountering pirates was just an unfortunate event. Now that this route is gone, we have to think of another way," Tabitha explained."Don't worry, I'll
Third person's POVDerek believed that this method would be more in line with Wilmot's identity, not arousing Tabitha's suspicions."Is that safe?" she asked."I've already arranged it with my friend. As long as we stay in our room and don't provoke anyone, there won't be any issues. We're not involved in any activities on that ship. We're just hitching a ride."Tabitha was reluctant to take such a ship, fearing potential danger, but it was one of the few ways back."Alright," she agreed."Rest assured. I will protect you both."Tabitha nodded, her trust in him deepening.Spending the last three days on the island, Derek prepared a wig and mask for Tabitha."Ms. Hartley, most people on this ship are not good folks. Ordinary people like us might arouse suspicion. We need to disguise ourselves as a married couple. As for Ayla, we'll have to make do."Derek paused, then continued, "On such a ship, there wouldn't be o
Third person's POVThe man's mouth was stuffed with a smelly sock, his facial muscles twisted with sheer terror.Beads of sweat rolled from his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and unease.He thought to himself, he had just come aboard for some excitement, attracted by the woman's figure which suited his taste, and made a suggestion casually. He never expected such fierce treatment.On this ship, who was truly innocent and clean?This guy was pretending to be a gentleman, which was utterly laughable.As Derek pulled out the sock from the man's mouth, he immediately tearfully pleaded, "I was just joking with you. Look at you, getting so excited. If you don't want to play, we don't have to. Please, spare me!"A strong sense of disgust welled up in Derek, his eyes filled with cold mockery."Ha," he sneered, swiftly removing the man's mask. "I'll play with you properly."In Derek's view, masks were like the fig l
Third person's POVDerek reached out and gently patted Ayla on the head.Over time, Ayla had grown increasingly close to him, their relationship indistinguishable from that of a father and daughter, except for the absence of the word "Dad.""Here's a freshly baked cake. Enjoy," he said.Tabitha shook her head with a hint of helplessness. "Don't spoil her too much. Too many sweets can lead to cavities.""It's just a small piece," Derek replied, his tender demeanor a stark contrast to how he treated strangers.Tabitha was puzzled, wondering if she was mistaken, feeling that Wilmot seemed different from when they first met.But upon reflection, it made sense. Who would reveal their true self without reservation upon first meeting?"Have all the arrangements outside been taken care of?" she asked."Yes, everything is handled," Derek responded.He added, "By the way, here's the layout of the cruise ship. Take a look."
Third person's POVRolf was as excited as a hungry man seeing food, clamoring, "Alpha Derek, just look at these. They're incredibly cool for close combat.""Alpha Derek, I want this one and that one," he added, pointing at various items.Alvin shook his head at Rolf with a sense of helplessness.Derek picked up a compact ladies' pistol, and the shopkeeper enthusiastically described it, "You have a great taste. This is the latest model with minimal recoil, perfect for ladies.""I'll take this one and this," Derek said.Then, he pointed to a small, portable dagger that was ideal for concealment.After browsing for a while, he headed towards the medicinal area.The place was bustling with people, each acting as if they were in a second-hand store.In the United States, many drugs are regulated, but on this ship, there were no constraints—only transactions driven by money and desire.As long as you had enough mo
Third person's POVRolf stared at Derek's back, a wave of concern rising in his heart.He was well aware of Derek's past, how Derek had promised Randall to make Daphne the mate of the Black Thorn, yet his heart and soul never strayed from his true love—Tabitha.In the world of werewolves, emotional fidelity is of utmost importance, and Derek's commitment was like an ancient vow, etched in his heart.Unlike himself, Rolf, though without a mate, would occasionally indulge his primal desires at specific gatherings of the werewolf community as a subordinate of an Alpha.However, Derek had poured all his emotions into Tabitha alone.Rolf pondered that if they never reconciled, Derek's inner world would likely plunge into endless loneliness and darkness, like a werewolf bereft of the moonlight, wandering alone in the dark, silently enduring the torment of unrequited love."Alvin, look at Alpha Derek lately, he's always gloomy. This ca
Third person's POVAs soon as Tabitha stepped out of the house, the biting winter wind hit her face like a knife, stinging her skin.Just as Derek had said, everything had been arranged."Tabitha, the helicopter is ready. You can leave now.""Thank you.""However, the helipad is a bit far. You'll need to walk there.""That's fine," Tabitha waved it off.Wrapped in a thick down jacket, she buried her face in the hood. She felt as though someone was watching her, but she didn't dare look back.She was afraid that if she turned around, she wouldn't be able to leave. In her heart, she kept repeating, Don't look back. Just keep walking.Behind the curtains, Derek held Kyrian, who was crying silently. Kyrian reached out toward the empty air, as if trying to grab the hem of Tabitha's coat."Dad, I don't want Mom to leave. Will she abandon me?""No, she loves you. How could she abandon you? She's just leaving for a
Third person's POVThough he was just a child and didn't fully understand what had happened between Tabitha and Derek, he knew one thing—he loved Tabitha and wanted her to be happy."If this makes you happy, I don't mind. I'm just scared... scared you'll leave me," Kyrian said, his voice trembling slightly."Silly boy, didn't I tell you? You and your siblings are my most precious treasures. I love you so much, and I'll visit you often," Tabitha said gently.Then, she noticed the cord around Kyrian's neck and gently pulled it out. It was the small lock she'd designed for him years ago."I made this for you. It's engraved with my hopes for you, 'May you grow up happy and healthy every day.'"Kyrian reached out his hand. "Mom, you can't lie to me. You have to come see me again."Their fingers hooked together in a pinky promise, and Tabitha smiled softly."Okay, I promise. When you're a little older, we'll live together, alri
Third person's POVIn such a short time, Kyrian had already figured out his place in Tabitha's heart. He knew exactly where her soft spots were and used his natural childlike tears as a "weapon" to try to keep her from leaving.Though this might not make Tabitha happy, she couldn't bring herself to refuse him.What parent could say no to a child crying for candy?Especially when that child was the one she owed so much to, the one she wanted to give the entire world to.But he didn't want the world. He just wanted Tabitha to stay."I..." Tabitha started to speak, but Kyrian cut her off."Mom, I love you so much, and you love me, and my siblings too. I already don't have a complete family. Do you want my siblings to grow up without a dad, only imagining what he looks like, envying other kids' happy families? Mom, haven't you heard? A happy, complete childhood can heal a person for life, but an incomplete one takes a lifetime to heal."
Third person's POV"Back then was back then. Now is now. But I promise you, no matter what happens, I'll always love you," Tabitha said softly, gently stroking Kyrian's head. Her hand brushed through his soft fur, the warmth of a mother's love flowing through her touch.Kyrian's voice was small, tinged with hope. "Mom, can you spare a little love for Dad? He's actually kind of pitiful."His eyes showed sympathy for Derek. In his heart, both his parents were his greatest loves, and he longed for a complete family."There are plenty of people in this world who love your dad. He doesn't need mine," Tabitha replied, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness. Despite her lingering feelings for Derek, the pain of the past made it hard for her to forgive."But to Dad, you're like oxygen to a fish. A fish can't live without oxygen," Kyrian said, snuggling closer to Tabitha.He pressed his body against hers, as if clinging to her love would make it st
Third person's POVKyrian obediently climbed over and was immediately pulled into Tabitha's embrace.From here, they could see the beautiful scenery outside. Kyrian realized that the training grounds looked completely different from this angle—probably because his mother was by his side.Tabitha smiled softly, her voice warm. "I chose your name. You were born with all my love.""Mom, you must have loved Dad a lot back then," Kyrian said, looking up with curious eyes."Yes, very much," Tabitha admitted honestly. "No matter how I feel about your dad now, you are my precious child, born after seven months of carrying you. Your dad took you away, and I didn't even know you existed. That's why I missed so many years of your life. But you need to know, I thought about you every single day. There wasn't a moment when I didn't miss you or wonder about you. I love you more than anyone in the world."Kyrian's mood brightened, a happy smile sprea
Third person's POVKyrian watched nervously as Tabitha cleaned and dressed his wounds.He didn't dare breathe too loudly, his eyes glued to her every move. His gaze was filled with dependence and longing.Every now and then, he'd glance quickly at Derek, his eyes questioning, desperate for reassurance that this wasn't a dream."Dad, is Mom really back?" His voice trembled, carrying the fragility and hope unique to a child.Derek reached out and gently tapped his nose. "Silly boy, she's really here."Kyrian's tense body relaxed slightly, and a shy smile crept onto his face.When Tabitha applied the ointment a little too firmly, he winced but stayed silent.His hands gripped the hem of his shirt, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. He was afraid that if he cried out in pain, Tabitha might leave.In his heart, he thought, As long as Mom stays, this pain is nothing.Kyrian had always been well-behaved, but n
Third person's POVAzazel was furious.To be honest, he hadn't planned to take things this far with Kyrian.He showed Kyrian some respect, but deep down, he knew most of the children here were orphans with no one to rely on.He'd been provoking Kyrian because he refused to fall in line. After all this time, Kyrian still wouldn't listen to him.Azazel had wanted to teach him a lesson and assert his dominance in front of the others.But Kyrian was tougher than he'd expected. Instead of backing down, he even fought back with a fierce determination that burned in his eyes.What's wrong with him? Why won't he give up?"You're dead, brat," Azazel snarled, raising his fist to deliver a crushing blow to Kyrian's head."Stop!"Kyrian closed his eyes, bracing for the impact his small body couldn't possibly withstand. But the blow never came.A hand shot out, gripping Azazel's wrist.Everyone turned to see Tabitha, breathless from running.Thankfully, she'd made it in time.What she didn't know
Third person's POVKyrian had barely taken a few bites when a tall boy walked over and flipped his tray onto the floor, sneering, "Go on, eat that."Tabitha's fists clenched in anger. "How can they bully him like this? He's already struggling!"Derek held her back. "Tabitha, don't act rashly. This place isn't just about physical training for him."Tabitha frowned. "Then what else is he here for?"Derek explained, "For people like us, growing up means training alongside peers who'll become your most trusted allies—like Alvin and Rolf. These are the people who'd take a bullet for you on the battlefield. If Kyrian grows up sheltered, handed a team of strangers, do you think they'd truly respect or protect him? One wrong move, and he could end up dead."Tabitha's anger began to fade. "What are you saying?"Derek's tone grew serious. "He's not just training his body. He's learning to lead, to earn the loyalty of these kids. They'll b
Third person's POVThe car slowly emerged from the underground garage, breaking through the darkness into the open air.The streets were adorned with mistletoe trees, people bustling about in preparation for Christmas."It's been years since we celebrated together," Derek said suddenly, his voice tinged with nostalgia."Yeah." In those days when survival was all that mattered, Tabitha hadn't had the luxury of thinking about holidays."It's the last day of the year. Where are you taking me?" Tabitha glanced at Derek."You'll see."The car wound its way out of the city, into the countryside. Snowflakes danced in the air, painting the world in white.The road grew steeper, the landscape wilder. Soon, there were no buildings in sight—just endless trees and snow.Tabitha gripped the armrest as the car jolted over uneven terrain. After what felt like hours, they reached a remote valley deep in the mountains. Even their p