[Denali’s POV]“Denali.”The warm voice that I haven’t heard in years mixes with a warm, gentle touch on my cheek. Was this a dream? It had to be because she had been dead for years.“Denali, sweetheart.”My heart squeezes with longing as I slowly open my eyes and find that she is hovering over me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling like a burden. “For everything.”As the words leave my lips, he stirs, and when his dark eyes open and come to rest on me, he is up and moving.Gasping, I find myself being pulled into a hug that sends waves of comfort and pain crashing into me at the same time.Hissi
Trigger Warning: There is mention of child loss in this chapter. Reader discretion is advised.[Rosco’s POV]I don’t speak as Denali’s expression shifts from hopeful to annoyed. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with my response, but right now, the only thing I was concerned with was her getting better and
“Goodnight, mi reina,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head. “I’ll be here when you wake up.”Nodding, Denali cuddles closer to me and lets out a long breath before drifting off. It’s only when I’m sure that she is asleep that I untangle myself from around her, head out of the room, and pull out my
TRIGGER WARNING: There is mention of child loss in this chapter. Reader Discretion is advised. [Denali’s POV] I grow quiet as all eyes come to rest on me, and before I can even speak again, my stepmother is rushing toward me with pure fury and hate in her eyes. “IT WAS YOU!” She shrieks, raking h
[Nadia’s POV]I sit, stewing over what happened at dinner. It was a setback, but I knew once Rosco calmed down, he would most certainly see reason. I just had to wait patiently until then. I just needed to be patient and get a drink.Getting up, I make my way out of my room and then head downstairs,
[Nadia’s POV] Shock rolls through me as Rosco’s question echoes around us. There isn’t a hint of care in his voice, and it is so cold that it sends a chill racing down my spine. Why did he hate me so much? Why? What the hell had I done? One dumb mistake in the past, and I was his enemy. No! It had
“But…” “Nadia, sweetheart,” Naomi murmurs, giving me a gentle tug. “I think now isn’t the time. Everyone’s emotions are running rampant. I think we should take some time to clear our heads so that we can speak rationally.” “I am rational,” Rosco snaps, beginning to lead his bitch back into her roo