Serena’s POV Derek! My world crumbled before me as I stared at him in the embrace of another, they slowly moved along to the music and the woman's features became clearer. “What?” A wave of disbelief washed over me and my throat tightened with hot tears that threatened to spill over. I knew her! I knew who the woman was. Cynthia, my best friend and training partner. But didn’t she say she was sick? My eyes were wide as I stared at them. Derek was cheating on me with my friend! I suddenly felt very dizzy. My shirek had attracted stares my way and Derek suddenly looked up and his eyes met mine. “Serena,” his face changed and he froze. A stab of pain shot through me as I met Cynthia's surprised face, she didn't look guilty. She stared at me as a look of pity filled her features. Derek let go of her as he took a few steps forward, “Serena, I can ex…” “I trusted you,” my voice trembled as I stared at him, ignoring the gazes that focused on us as the hall settled into a stunned s
Serena’s POV My heart thudded in my chest as I stared at Derek, my hands that cupped my cheek came away bloodstained. My eyes were still wide in disbelief. Derek slapped me? I stared at him, shock washing over me. My eyes swept over him, his strong slender hands that once cupped my cheeks now the weapon he used to inflict pain. But only the pain hadn’t come from his hands, his words were much worse. My eyes blurred with tears as his words echoed in my head at that moment. I was useless, good for nothing… and naive. “Take that back, Derek,” I sobbed and I wiped my tears away with the back of my hand. “Or what?” Derek scoffed, and he took a step forward. His threatening gaze pierced through me, “There's nothing you can do,” a cold smile tugged at his lips. “You…” Hot tears of pain and humiliation streamed down my face. This was all my fault! I had been such a fool to believe that anyone.. or worse, someone as handsome and talented as Derek could ever love someone like me. He'd
Serena’s POV What was going on? I felt the blood drain from my face as I tried to wrap my head around everything. Father was no longer the Alpha? How could it be? I couldn’t wrap my bead around it. My first reaction was to call Cynthia to ask what was going on, but then an image of her face flashed through my mind, wrapped in Derek’s embrace. A lump formed in my throat and I dropped the phone. I had to get to the hospital quickly, I wasn't going to find out anything here I thought, putting the car in drive. Different thoughts swirled in my mind as I drove, each worse than the other. Pack politics was brutal, if Susan was right I had no idea What could've happened but it wasn't good. Father had been the Alpha since I was a little girl, what could've happened? I swallowed hard. I turned on the radio, the silence got too much and almost immediately a female voice came over the speakers, her words made my heart sink. Oh no! “… the feelings of the public towards the recent upheav
Serena’s POV I'd wiped away my tears by the time I walked up the stairs to the hospital, my eyes stung from all the crying I'd done. I took deep breaths as I followed a nurse as she led me to my father’s ward, every step of mine felt as ominous as the empty, sterile corridors. “How's he?” I mustered the courage to ask the nurse, my heart beating erratically. “Is he…” I trailed off, not able to continue. “I can't say, Miss,” the nurse shook her head, her response disappointing me. “You'll have to speak to the Doctor.” I nodded, not asking any more questions. She led me forward a few paces before we took a left and there, straight ahead Susan and Stephanie were standing in front of the ICU. My heart skipped a beat when I saw their dreadful expressions, they wore grim faces as they stared at the closed doors. Stephanie was a replica of her mother, Susan, only a younger one. The sound of my footsteps caught their attention. When they saw me, they shot me disgusted sneers before
Serena’s POV My eyes were still wide with shock as Susan led me into the ward, I barely even flinched at the sight of Father on the hospital bed. The ward was filled with the quiet beeping of hospital equipment as they worked to keep his condition stable. “Father,” my breath hitched in my throat when I met his gaze, and waves of guilt flooded into me. This was all my fault. Father remained silent, his eyes flashed with steel as he stared at me. Stephanie was seated beside him, I felt jealous as I stared at how she was so comfortable with him, their intimacy more than I'd ever had with him. Perhaps that's why Susan had brought such a suggestion I thought, the shock from her words still causing chaos within me. “He doesn't have long,” Susan whispered in a low tone from behind me. Her cold eyes bore holes into me, “You will do as you're told, Serena. They will pay us well if you can have children for him,” I took a sharp intake of breath at her words. This wasn't a request. I s
Serena’s POV My shoulders were sagged as the two men walked me down the hospital corridor, our group attracted a lot of stares when we stepped into the lobby. My breath hitched in my throat at the thought of my impending fate, I still couldn't believe what was happening. Susan wanted me to get married to Darius, and father supported her. An all too familiar ache gripped me as we made our way to my doom. Every part of me kept screaming at me to turn around and run away, but I couldn’t do that. Aside from the two men flanking me, my guilt plagued me, perhaps this was my punishment I thought, wiping my eyes. I couldn’t abandon my family even though they had easily sacrificed me to a man they didn’t even know. I'd brought this upon myself, and now I had to fix it. If getting married to… I broke off, the thoughts too painful to bear. “Uhh,” I coughed as we made our way down the stairs, my cough catching the attention of the man on my right. I felt stupid asking the question I was a
Serena’s POV “I…” My eyes widened at the sight of his eyes, and I nearly jumped in fright. But I quickly noticed something was wrong his eyes… weren't moving at all, they just stared into space. Jeez, I thought he'd woken up for a moment there I thought, and I pressed a hand above my racing heart. I slowly approached him, making all sorts of gestures to catch his attention but like stone, he didn’t move an inch. He remained motionless. A lump formed in my throat as I stared at him, this was the man who I was supposed to get married to? The thought filled me with disbelief, my breaths became shaky and my body trembled with quiet sobs. I couldn't bear to stay in the room any longer, the weight of the situation crashing down on me. I rushed out of the room, tears streaming down my face. I felt like a dagger had been stabbed in my chest, a few hours ago I'd been happily thinking about how I'd get married to Derek. And now? Now I was to marry someone in a vegetable-like state, s
Serena’s POV Derek's words made me stiffen in shock and chills ran down my spine. “You can’t do this, Derek,” a lump formed in my throat and I tried hard to keep my voice level. “Father would kill you, the Crimson pack would never let this go,” I added, hoping to pressure him enough to make him stop. “Rubbish!” Derek scoffed, ignoring my words.” "You belong to me now, Serena," he sneered, his eyes cold and calculating. "You're useful, but your value won't change after a brief spell of pleasure would it?” He burst into laughter. “You…” I blinked rapidly, holding back tears. "I will never belong to you, Derek. I am not a possession to be claimed,” I glared at him. “You're just a coward,” I hissed, glaring at him with as much hate as I could muster. Derek's eyes flashed with anger, I could see a tick in his jaw. "Watch your tongue, Serena,” he held my jaw with a grip so strong I winced in pain. “You either become my mistress or I'll make you wish you were dead.” My stomach twisted i
Darius’s POV The air felt thick with tension as I stood before the doctor, Dr. DiMario. Weird name I thought, staring at his neat dreads that hung just a few inches past his ears. “What's her status, Doc?” I asked, breaking the silence. I needed to know Stephanie was fine. “Well,” Dr. DiMario adjusted his glasses, his face drawn with lines from stress. “She's fine,” his first words sent a surge of relief coursing through me. “Her condition is stable now, so she's out of the woods,” Dr. DiMario added. His words were like a tranquilizer that made me relax. Phew! I slowly wiped away a sheen of sweat that'd gathered just above my brow. I hadn’t been able to sit still or do anything, the waiting becoming almost unbearable as I waited for news. “There’s something else,” Dr. DiMario continued, his tone cut through my relief short as he stared at me. He frowned slightly, hesitating. “This is rather unusual but, when I was examining her injuries, I found something strange,” Dr. DiMario
Serena’s POV Uncle Sam could scarcely believe his ears as he stared at me, his face twisted in shock. I'd repeated the same words to him. I wanted a divorce. “Serena,” Uncle Sam began and he leaned forward, his face filled with worry.“Reconsider this, I'm sure you can resolve this…” he glanced at Alex who was standing by the window. “Darius still loves you.” “Don't you dare say that,” I gritted my teeth in displeasure and I looked away, my jaw clenched tightly. “I'm done Uncle Sam,” I whispered, staring at him through watery eyes. “This is it for me,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I saw Alex’s body tense up out of the corner of my eye as he listened to my words. But Uncle Sam wasn't giving up. “Have you thought this through?” he pressed, his eyes searching mine. “I have,” I nodded, fighting for my voice to be calm.After all, Darius had done, it was better this way I thought, I'd spent my whole life trying to fit in. Now? I just wanted to be happy. “But—”“It's no use, Uncle
Serena’s POV My head seemed to throb in sync with the heart monitor that beeped rhythmically beside me as I slowly became conscious. Ouch! A stinging pain assaulted my head and I bit back a wince, clenching my eyes shut. My body felt heavy like stone and I couldn't even move a single finger. Darius. My mind slowly regained clarity as memories came rushing back. The ache in my body was joined by the ache in my heart. Even now I could see him in my mind's eyes. His cold, calculating voice. "Just hold on,” he'd said, his eyes coldly watching as I'd nearly given up the ghost. Because of Stephanie. Damn him! Tears streamed down the sides of my face as I closed my eyes, wishing I could shut out the memory. “You're such a fool, Serena,” I whispered, clenching my hands and my nails dug into my palms. I'd been a fool to think Darius would have anything remotely close to feelings for me. I'd let myself sink into delusion. And now I was paying the price. He'd not cared if I was going
"What exactly do you want?" Derek swiveled in his chair and he smirked at the man who sat across the desk. The room was dimly lit and the lights cast shadows across his face. Malcolm's expression didn't waver as he stared at Derek. “You seem calm for someone whose empire is crumbling,” Malcolm began, running a hand through his hair. He looked visibly frustrated. He got up and began to pace, his body language was stiff and tense. "Nothing is going according to plan. Heck! I don't even know what the plan is anymore," Malcolm ranted, pacing back and forth. He looked very restless. "Hmph!" Derek snorted, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "I never thought you'd be this shifty and disturbed. And how you have the guts to strut in error after trying to betray me," the temperature in the room dropped drastically as Derek glared at Malcolm, his eyes icy. "I…" Malcolm swallowed but he shook his head immediately. "This isn't the time to point accusing fingers around Derek," he paused,
My head was in the clouds as I walked through the garden, my heart beating with every step. The garden looked beautiful, but my mind wasn't there. Everything Darius had said earlier flashed through my head. 'I'd slapped Stephanie? How? When?' My eyes narrowed when I recalled my encounter with her some time back, she'd strutted around, very nearly getting under my skin if not for Uncle Sam. Yet she was accusing me of slapping her. Darius's reaction was what stung me the most, he'd glowered at me with dark cold eyes. Of Course he would, I looked down, filling my eyes. He cared for her, he always had. I'd been a fool not to see that. I was so constricted in thoughts I barely noticed Agatha approaching until her voice cut through the silence. "Serena," she said, startling me slightly. "I've been looking for you," she stared at me. I couldn't quite place what it was but something about her felt off, her tone unfamiliar. Cold."Sorry," I whispered under my breath. "I just ne
Darius’s POV The drive to the hospital felt unending, too many times I pressed harder on the gas, worry and panic pushing me on. I ignored the angry honks from irritated drivers as I sped past traffic lights and probably broke every law in the driver's rulebook. This was all my fault I thought, my hands tightening around the steering wheel. I'd hesitated and delayed in finding what to do with Serena. And now, this happened. The thought of Stephanie, pale and helpless in a hospital bed sent a wave of guilt and anger flooding into me, both warring for supremacy. My chest felt heavy when I finally drove into the hospital, it was a miracle I'd even arrived safely considering how recklessly I'd been driving. I strode quickly up the stairs, through the doors, and into the hospital. When I walked in I headed straight to the reception desk. A nurse dressed in scrubs was busy behind a computer screen. "I'm here for someone," I began, my heart beating erratically and my palms were swe
Serena’s POV The walls of the house felt like they were closing on me, suffocating my thoughts and breath as I paced back and forth. How could Darius accuse me of slapping Stephanie? It was outrageous I thought, the accusations hanging over me like a cloud. 'She wouldn't lie about this," Darius's words from earlier slammed into me like a punch to the gut. I didn't know what hurt me more. The fact that he'd rather believe Stephanie than me or the fact that he was fighting for her, not me. How had I become the villain in a story I didn’t even know I was a part of?He'd left, to go see her. The thought of the alarm and worry on Darius's face had deeply hurt me. "Serena," Marcella's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I looked up to meet her eyes and my heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. She looked hesitant, almost like she didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but I needed answers."What happened?" I asked, trying to swallow the lump that formed in my throat. “
Serena’s POV My heart was heavy as I stood by the window, my eyes staring at the night view through the curtains. It was a beautiful sight but even that couldn’t ease the ball of tension that wound itself in my belly. My hands were trembling as I dialed Dylan’s number, my mind racing with thoughts. The line rang a few times before Dylan picked up. “Serena?” Dylan sounded surprised. I never called him, and why would I? He'd act coldly and disregard me and I'd learned to stay distant, at least until now. “Father,” I exhaled, trying to sound relaxed. “How's everything back at the pack?” I asked, steering the conversation. “Well,” Dylan sighed, his voice sounded weary. “The entire Pack's a mess, Derek made sure of that. The situation's under control but it's too early to give up,” my eyes narrowed as I listened to him. It was worse than I'd thought. “Darius's support has been very helpful,” Dylan added, his voice lightening up. My belly squeezed into knots when he mentioned Darius
Stephanie’s POV The place was dark and silent as I stepped out of my car, my eyes darting back and forth. Derek had arranged to meet here, I didn't know why but in any case I'd come. I was here for answers. I adjusted my coat as a chill assaulted me, and I made my way up the stairs leading to the mansion. ‘Hmph!’ I snorted coldly, gritting my teeth as I glared at the house, Derek had a lot of explaining to do. But even as I walked up the stairs, I couldn’t help the unease that bit into me. The guards by the door didn't even glance at me as I walked in, it was almost as if I was invisible. Derek was seated in the living room, the air was filled with the smell of cigarettes. I was surprised to see Cynthia, she was perched on the armrest of his chair. ‘What was she doing here?’ My brows shot up as I glanced at her, I could vividly recall the way she'd sulked off the last time I was here. “Stephanie,” Derek greeted, his eyes followed my movements as I stopped a few meters away.