Arnold’s PovAs I head to the woods beside the hospital, I think my beta Bob will come to the hospital and take Kylie home. While my beta heads to the hospital to assist Kylie, my wolf breaks free, sprinting through the woods in a frenzy. The need to clear both our minds propels us forward, the rhythmic pounding of paws against the earth echoing the tumult within me. It's not just the anger that fuels this mad run; it's the profound disappointment and the betrayal that gnaws at my core.Each step amplifies the realization that Kylie chose deception over honesty. The revelation that Ryan may not be my son is a bitter pill, but the lies cut deeper. The pain isn't just about the uncertainty of paternity; it's about the breach of trust and the fractures in the foundation of what we built together.It's infuriating to think that she believed weaving a narrative involving my mother would somehow justify her actions. Blaming my mother for a concocted story of infidelity and deceit is an auda
Kylie’s Pov The weight of those words, “Mr. Norway, Ryan is not your son,” crashed upon me, shattering the fragile hope I had held on to. My eyes met Arnold's, wide with disbelief, as I vehemently rejected the devastating result. “No, no, that is not possible. That result is not true,” I pleaded desperately.I turned to Arnold, grasping him as I tried to rise from the emotional wreckage. “Arnold, you have to believe me. Ryan is your son. I haven't been with anyone except you. Please, you have to believe me.” My words fell into an icy void as Arnold responded with a coldness I had never encountered before. “I should believe you over a test run by technology,” he said, his voice cutting through my pleas.His accusation that Camilla was behind this added fuel to the fire. “It has to be her. I told you she would do anything to separate us,” I insisted, clinging desperately to the belief that there had to be a nefarious force at play.Arnold's anger boiled over, and I found myself on the
Kylie’s Pov As the guards finish removing Arnold's belongings, the room transforms into a desolate space, devoid of the life and warmth Arnold's presence brought. The emptiness intensifies my grief, and tears flow uncontrollably. It feels as though the two pillars of my world, Ryan and Arnold, have been mercilessly torn away. The weight of their absence hangs heavily in the air, and I can't fathom why life seems determined to subject me to such suffering.Amidst my tears, a knock interrupts the silence, and I hastily try to compose myself. Opening the door reveals Frederick, whose eyes mirror a genuine understanding of my pain. His presence offers a sliver of solace. “I felt your pain; I'm sorry, I just had to come,” he says, his voice carrying a comforting tone. He continues with news that further shatters my already broken heart.Frederick shares, “I just heard from one of my guys on the team searching for Ryan. Arnold called them back. He told them the mission is no longer a prior
Kylie’s PovAs Sasha reveals the interference in our connection, Frederick clenches his fists, his frustration evident. “We need to find out who's behind this, Sasha. This can't go on. Arnold deserves to know the truth about Ryan,” he declares with determination.Sasha nods, her eyes flickering with a mix of concern and determination. “We need to be careful. Dark magic is a formidable foe, and exposing its wielder won't be easy. Kylie, Frederick, are you both willing to face whatever challenges lie ahead?”I glance at Frederick, our unspoken agreement echoing through our shared gaze. “We'll do whatever it takes to uncover the truth and bring Ryan back,” I affirm, my resolve unwavering.As Sasha unravels the complexities of the curse, we learn that its grip on Arnold and Ryan's connection can only be released through a confession from the one who cast it. The curse, intricately designed to sever the father-son bond, stands as a formidable obstacle that demands resolution.Sasha outline
Arnold’s PovI recline in the comfort of my private lounge, surrounded by the familiar ambiance of the living room. The soft glow from the TV screen flickers, casting shadows as a movie plays. However, the allure of the film is lost on me. My attention is a captive audience to the turbulent thoughts swirling within.Despite the distraction of popcorn at my side, the taste is bland against the bitter aftertaste of emotional turmoil. Kylie's absence echoes louder than the dialogue on the screen. Her image occupies the spaces between scenes, leaving me grappling with the haunting memories of our recent discord.The desire for her presence is an ache that refuses to be drowned out by the movie's soundtrack. How did we reach this point? I mull over the hurt, the confusion, and the tangled mess of emotions. The emotional storm within me has grown wearisome, and I find myself yearning for a reprieve from the relentless waves of feeling.My relaxation is abruptly shattered when my beta urgen
Arnold’s PovAs my mother's revelations unfold, the room becomes a battlefield of emotions. Unable to contain my turmoil, I push her away, demanding an explanation for seeking revenge on Kylie's family. Her voice trembles with regret as she shares a tale of betrayal and shattered love.“When Kylie's father and I were younger, we used to have an affair. We were lovers, deeply in love, but he betrayed me,” she confesses. My eyes widen with astonishment as she recounts the painful history. “He slept with Kylie's mother, and they had Kylie. Initially, I thought he wasn't happy, and I schemed to remove Kylie's mother from the picture. However, when I attended his wedding, it was clear he was in love with Kylie's mother more than he ever was with me.”My mother's admission reveals a deep-seated desire for revenge, fueled by the scars of a past love. The weight of her jealousy and the revelation of my father's actions leave me grappling with conflicting emotions.Seeking more clarity, I turn
Ryan’s Pov I watch Karl pacing around the room, his laughter echoing eerily. He attempts to justify himself, claiming sincerity in his feelings for my mother. "Isn't it funny how when I actually tell the truth and I'm sincere, no one believes me? I was being sincere. I told you I love your mother, and she was the only thing I ever wanted, but if you don't believe me, then maybe she never did, or maybe I had a hard way of showing it."Annoyed,I scoff and roll my eyes. I retort, "Sincerity doesn't erase the harm you've caused. With the way my mom always talked about my real father, she never loved you. My mother never loved you, and deep down, you knew it. You just refused to accept it."Karl, now seated, grants me dubious freedom to move within the warehouse grounds but insists I cannot leave. "I can't let you go now, but you're free to roam around the warehouse grounds. I won't stop you, but you can't leave now."Tears well up as I plead, "Why can't I leave now? I just want to go hom
Kylie’s PovIn the chaos, I swiftly pull Ryan behind me as Sarah, in a fit of hysteria, points a gun at me. Arnold attempts to defuse the situation, calmly urging, “Sarah, put the gun down.” But she remains unresponsive.Karl, seemingly entertained, remarks, “Sarah, oh Sarah, did you really think that you would win? You know, when you told me what you did, I realized I didn't really want to work with someone so delirious and desperate.” All eyes now shift to Karl, waiting for the next twist in this convoluted tale.Unfazed, Sarah redirects the gun towards Karl, accusing, “You're one to talk. Weren't you as desperate as I am, destroying everything in your way just to get to Kylie?” Karl chuckles and retorts, “At least I didn't fake my mate bond with someone who clearly doesn't love me.”My eyes widened in realization of Karl's revelation. Arnold, bewildered, demands an explanation from Sarah: “What? Sarah, what is he talking about?” Sarah, attempting to approach Arnold, replies, “Arnol