Cynthia Dion: "Rosalie!" I called out for her, attempting to rouse her with a gentle face slap. "Ugh!" I grumbled, scanning the area until my gaze settled on the keys he had tossed aside while preparing for a heated rendezvous.I tugged at my chain with all my might, but I still fell a foot short of grasping the keys. Regardless of my efforts to stretch my body, I remained unable to reach them."Alright! I need to think this through," I remarked, glancing at the clock. If I remember correctly, his men would be bringing him dinner in about an hour. That meant I had just one hour to orchestrate our escape. Since Rosalie remained unresponsive, it fell on me to devise a plan.With careful consideration, I realized the task wasn't impossible. The bedroom was filled with furniture and assorted items, offering potential solutions if I used my wits. If I couldn't reach for the keys, something else could. My eyes settled on a lamp, a swing-arm lamp, the perfect tool for the job. I seized it,
Cynthia Dion: I had fainted after losing blood. I couldn't recall what transpired, who had whisked me away, or, dare I say, who had control over me now. However, one thing was certain; happiness was no longer in my future.I was conscious of my profound loss – the ability to bear children had slipped through my grasp. Fainting had provided a brief respite before the waves of grief washed over me."Eh!" I moaned while in bed, attempting to stir but discovering my body to be uncooperative. Astonishingly, I wasn't tethered to anything, which went against my initial assumption. I was simply unwell."Hey! Don't move," I heard a familiar voice caution. I recognized the voice and knew to whom it belonged. I hurriedly opened my eyes, only to be met by the sight of Atticus by my bedside. A scowl marred my forehead when I beheld his face – the mate who had singlehandedly shattered my world."Why am I here?" I had no desire to unearth the events that had unfolded. "And where on earth am I?" I d
Cynthia Dion: "What are you doing here?" I furrowed my brow to question his unexpected arrival. His body language remained composed, and his expressions didn't reveal his true intentions. He had come over to put me in an embarrassing situation."I came to talk to you about what went down two days ago," with his words, I realized I'd been in a coma for two days."What's on your mind?" I didn't even take a seat when he offered me one. I didn't feel comfortable sitting down with any of them anymore."I wanted to say sorry for jumping to conclusions about you hurting her," he said, moving a couple of steps closer to the couch I was standing behind. "Thanks for what you did for Rosalie. Cynthia, I don't think anyone else could've pulled it off," he said, his eyes welling up with tears."I just can't fathom how? I mean, with your...," he struggled to find the right words, so I stepped in to assist."Wickedness?" I grinned, biting my lip to steady them from trembling."Considering all the t
Cynthia Dion: While they were away, I plotted my departure. I'd rather be on my own than have to justify myself to Atticus. I don't belong to him, so he doesn't have the right to interrogate me; I don't owe him any allegiance.To heck with everyone!I didn't even bother grabbing a jacket to shield myself from the cold as I exited the room and searched for the way out. The house resounded with Sheen's angry outbursts as she accused her son of being gullible.Enzo was giving it back to her for even entertaining the idea that we'd done something wrong. I didn't stick around, but I could hazard a guess that she'd probably dialed up Atticus and spilled whatever she had assumed.But honestly, I couldn't care less!I stepped out through the main door, and even the guards didn't bother to halt me. I reckon they were all eager to see me off. I now have this strange notion that I'm like a black widow - wherever I go, trouble seems to follow.The night felt even chillier than I'd remembered. Wi
Cynthia Dion: "You didn’t. Enzo told me nothing happened," he looked calm as hell, but his statement didn’t really calm me down."AH!" I opened my mouth wide apart, bobbing my head as I understood things clearly now. "That’s why you know I didn’t do anything. You must have seen me kill someone with your own fucking eyes to not believe a word I say. I mean, just because Enzo said nothing happened, you now believe even when I am telling you I did fuck him good," I clenched my jaw, and my nostrils inflated for a second before I gritted my teeth."Cynthia, this anger won't do you any good," his feigned concern was really starting to grate on my nerves."Really?" I scoffed, unable to believe it. I didn't appreciate his behavior. He was putting on this facade of caring when, in reality, I knew he didn't care about me."You know what? Why don't you just give me some space?" I stared at him, my anxiety making me sway back and forth."Leave you alone in this state?" He finally raised his voic
Cynthia Dion: "Nobody is here to look after you. Please, just recover, and then I'll take you wherever you want to go," he responded in a calm tone, though his heart told a different story. The way he was breathing heavily, his heart racing, suggested he had a good reason to be so agitated and skeptical.I nodded against his chest, and he gently released me by loosening his embrace. He removed his coat and draped it over me, hugging me once more. If only he had trusted me, I might have lifted my head from his chest and spent the rest of my painful life in the security of his arms.After a few minutes of standing in silence, he finally escorted me to the car and settled me in the passenger seat.He got into the driver's seat, started the engine, and I didn't ask where we were going, my mind still somewhat dazed. It wasn't until he parked the car in the driveway of his mansion that it dawned on me."I don't want to go there; they all hate me," I told him, a genuine expression of my des
Cynthia Dion: "I said she's staying here, and I don't want to hear any more complaints," Atticus surprisingly spoke up for me."She's unwell and needs care. I don't want any of you causing her any stress," his voice had never sounded so commanding and forceful. Even his sister was taken aback by his transformation."What did she do to you?" Mara asked, seemingly falling in line with those who labeled me as a seductress who ensnares others' mates."Do I need to remind you that I'm an Alpha, and I don't appreciate being questioned?" Suddenly, he abandoned his calm demeanor and snapped at her. It appeared he had no patience for anyone questioning him now. I hoped he would continue to exhibit this behavior. I remembered how he used to be secretive about defending me, not wanting his reputation to be linked to mine. Witnessing him confidently take a stand for me even left me amazed."So, where is she going to stay?" Maleeka brushed off the shock and fear caused by Atticus's outburst and c
Cynthia Dion:After that incident, Atticus returned with a tray carrying a steaming bowl of soup and an bowl of fruits. He set the bowl of soup before me on the bed and the tray on the table in front of him."Finish all of this and then take the medication," he mumbled, his head bowed, and he silently sliced the fruits. I took a sip of the soup, and it provided a comforting warmth.Sitting across from him in his room, his tending to me was an unprecedented occurrence. The only distinction was that I now felt too wounded to express gratitude towards him. After all, he is partly to blame for my current misery."What's the matter?" I couldn't fathom how he sensed my gaze, considering his head was mostly obscured by his hair, which hung over his forehead and eyes."My wolf!" I realized I needed to discuss this with him. "I only recently discovered my wolf," I admitted honestly. But when he responded with a small scoff and just nodded toward the tray, I found it disheartening."I can't fig