WILLIAMS’ POVI stood there, frozen in shock, as the door slammed shut behind Monica. The silence was deafening, and my mind reeled with the weight of our argument. It felt like a storm had ripped through the penthouse, leaving behind a desolate landscape of shattered promises and wounded hearts.One minute we were reconnecting, the fragile threads of trust weaving back together. The next, I'd managed to unravel them all with my clumsy attempts at fidelity. Shame burned a hole in my gut.I took a shuddering breath, willing myself to move. I had to go after her, explain. But as I lurched towards the door, a horrifying thought struck me. What if it was too late? What if, in my desperate search for solace, I'd pushed her away for good?Just then, my phone buzzed, a discordant melody against the oppressive silence. Dread coiled around my throat like a serpent. It was the Alpha.My finger hovered over the decline button, the urge to bury my head in the sand momentarily appealing. But the k
WILLIAMS’ POV As we held each other, the world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in our love. We stood there for what felt like an eternity, our hearts beating as one, our souls reconnected.Finally, Monica pulled back, her eyes sparkling with tears. "We need to talk," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, my throat constricting with emotion. "I know. But first, let's get out of here. Let's get away from all this drama and just be us."Monica nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. "Okay."We drove across town, the tension between us palpable. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, our fingers intertwined as we stole glances at each other."I can't believe we're together again," Monica said, her voice filled with wonder."I know," I replied, my voice low and husky. "I feel like I've been living in a dream, and now I'm finally awake."Monica's eyes locked onto mine, her gaze burning with desire. "I feel the same way," she whispered.We bare
WILLIAMS’ POV Relief slammed into me like a tidal wave as Monica peeled out of the parking lot. Relief tinged with a heavy dose of dread. Dr. Lee's cryptic words echoed in my head, each syllable a drumbeat against my racing heart."Who could it be?" Monica asked, her voice laced with concern mirroring my own."I don't know," I admitted, the knot of fear in my stomach tightening with every passing streetlight. "But it has to be someone connected to Jason's accident. Someone who doesn't want him talking."The hospital materialized ahead, a beacon of both hope and trepidation. Relief washed over me at the thought of Jason, my friend finally pulling himself back from the brink. But the mystery surrounding my mother's unexpected visit, coupled with Dr. Lee's ominous warnings, cast a long, cold shadow.I practically ripped through the automatic doors, the sterile scent of disinfectant assaulting me in a way that was both calming and jarring. "Where's Jason's room?" I demanded, grabbing the
WILLIAMS’ POV The sterile white walls of the hospital hallway seemed to press in on me as I walked alongside Monica. Relief battled with a cold dread in my gut. The truth about the Alpha was out, but the feeling of resolution was elusive."You okay?" Monica asked, her voice laced with concern right beside my ear.I forced a smile. "Yeah, just...a lot to process.""An understatement," she agreed, her eyes flickering towards my mother who trailed behind us, a deep frown creasing her brow.Suddenly, Mom stopped, her hand reaching out to grip my arm with surprising strength. "Williams, there's something you haven't told me." Her voice was a low rasp, heavy with suspicion that sent a jolt through me.My heart hammered a frantic rhythm against my ribs. "What do you mean?" I stammered, trying to sound casual."The Alpha," she said, her gaze sharp. "Why did he single you out? There's more to the story, isn't there?"Busted. The thought slammed into me with the force of a wrecking ball. I sto
WILLIAMS’ POV The photo crinkled in my hand, the edges digging into my skin like the jagged pieces of my reality shattering around me. The figure's words echoed in the cavernous warehouse, each syllable a hammer blow to the carefully constructed foundation of my life. "No," I rasped, the word a desperate plea to the universe, to anyone, to rewind time and make this a cruel nightmare. A creeping sound came from the back of the truck pack at the entrance of the warehouse and the familiar shadow of my mum came out from the dark. Mom stood beside me, her face a canvas of conflicting emotions: confusion, betrayal, a flicker of something akin to terror. She stared at the photo, then back at me, her lips trembling. "Williams," she whispered, her voice barely a sound. "Is it true?" The question hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. I looked into her eyes, searching for an answer myself, for a shred of the familiar warmth that had always anchored me. But all I saw was a stranger
WILLIAMS’ POV A tense silence stretched between us, thick enough to choke on. The photo of the woman, an echo of a past I never knew, lay forgotten at my feet. My mom's hand, hovering hesitantly near mine, finally retreated. Shame bloomed in her chest, a suffocating pressure mirroring the turmoil within me. "Why didn't you tell me?" I finally managed, my voice hoarse. It wasn't a scream this time, but a broken plea, a desperate attempt to understand the woman who had raised me. Tears welled up in her eyes again, spilling over in glistening tracks. "Fear," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. "They were everywhere, Williams. They would have stopped at nothing to get you back. I...I had to protect you." "Protect me by turning me into a stranger in my own life?" I retorted, the anger threatening to resurface. But seeing the raw pain etched on her face, the tremor in her hands, I forced it down. This wasn't about blame, not yet. This was about unraveling the tangled web of m
WILLIAMS’ POV As my mom's words painted a picture of a woman strong and defiant, yet shrouded in mystery, a flicker of recognition sparked in my mind. There was a faint echo, a whisper of a memory, a woman with windswept hair and eyes that held both kindness and steel. Was this my grandmother? The woman in the photo?A wave of nausea washed over me. The revelation was too much to bear. I closed my eyes, trying to ground myself, to find a solid footing in this shifting landscape of lies and half-truths.When I opened them again, my mom's figure was a blur through the tears that blurred my vision. She reached out, her hand hovering uncertainty near mine. I flinched, the touch a raw nerve in the open wound of my identity."Don't," I croaked, my voice barely audible.She withdrew her hand, a look of profound sadness etching her face. "I understand," she whispered.The silence that followed was heavy, oppressive. The only sound was the distant echo of our own ragged breaths. Monica's hand
WILLIAMS’ POV The warehouse door clanged shut behind me, echoing in the cavernous space like a gunshot. My breaths came in ragged gasps, the weight of the revelations pressing down on me like a physical burden. I needed air, space to think, to process the whirlwind that had just ripped through my life.Stepping into the cool night, I fumbled for my phone, its familiar weight grounding me momentarily. With trembling fingers, I dialed Jason's number. It rang once, twice, before a weak voice answered."Hey, Jason," I said, my voice thick with emotion.A tired chuckle came through the receiver. "Williams? You alright, man? Still recovering from that whole…well, whatever it was."I closed my eyes, picturing Jason hooked up to machines, his normally vibrant face pale. "Yeah, I'm alive," I managed. "Listen, I…" My voice caught in my throat. How could I explain this, the shattering of reality, the sudden urge to chase a ghost across a world I didn't know existed?"There's something I have to