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ZAIA. My shoulder is aching, and my entire body feels like I have been run over, but seeing him sitting there makes me forget it all. I know I’m not ready to take him back, even if I want him… I need time. My heart still hurts, but at the same time, I’m terrified, terrified that something could
“Make sure the security around this place is tight, and anyone coming in this room, including the doctors, should be under the watch of one of your men,” he says before he glances at me. He wants to say something, but he changes his mind before he walks to the door and leaves. The door shuts behin
ZAIA. Two days have passed since the shooting and although Sebastian made it, he is still in critical condition according to the doctors. Luckily his body is fighting, and I know he’ll make it. He just needs the time to heal and let his body do the work. Our Pack doctor also said Sebastian’s heali
Jai is currently staying here too. He has been here ever since we left on the business trip. Dad didn’t question why he has remained and I am grateful for it. “Ah, that smells so good! What’s cooking?” I ask. “Fish and fries!” Zion says, waving his fork. “Sit down, Mommy! I saved you a seat!” Sia
ZAIA. “You speak as if you care… not once have you allowed us or Sebastian to see the children. What was he doing with you anyway?” Aran replies. I frown. It’s not like they reached out determined to see the children. Perhaps Sebastian didn’t want them to, but regardless, it’s not like they tried.
I scoff in disbelief, my heart thumping. Ashbane…. That made it all… so much easier to accept… Why didn’t he tell me? I know why. “Because he’s trying to act noble or something. He is such a fool! Goddess, he might have won some points back.” I mutter. “Only I don’t think he wants that. He wants
ZAIA. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Maybe I did take it a step too far… My hair is pulled back in a sleek bun, and my eyes are smoky with a nude lipstick. I’m wearing a navy dress, it’s plain, with a slight shimmer to it, and it reaches the floor with a string strap halter neck that le
Dad is still as he stares at her. “No. You should have told me! I could have done the right thing!” He suddenly roars as he stands up, his eyes blazing. “Could you have?! You could have died!” Dad scoffs as he backs away from Mom. What is going on? “You really are a horrible mother,” he whispe