LOGINTyrone That was all it took to go from the life I used to have… to the one I had fought like hell to earn back.And I would fight for it again if I had to.Every single time.“Dad! Dad! Mommy! Mommy!”Ayila’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts as she jumped up and down next to me, her little hands
Tyrone I stood at the edge of the auditorium, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to keep them from shaking. My heart was beating harder than it ever had in any fight, any battle, any patrol I had ever done. And that was saying something, because I’d faced death more times th
“I don’t know how you do it,” I said softly, watching them. “She’s… she’s so full of life. So… fearless.”Tyron glanced at me, smiling gently. “She is. And she’s lucky. Because she has two people who… who would fight the world for her.”My chest tightened. I wanted to believe that, to feel safe with
WinterThe morning light spilled through the tall windows of my aunt and uncle’s mansion, painting the polished floors with gold streaks. I sat at the small breakfast nook with a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, listening to the soft sounds of Ayila’s tiny laughter echoing from the living room.T
Tyrone I know,” I whispered, the weight of my confession pressing down. “I know I failed you. I know I can’t take back what I did. I can’t… I can’t undo the deaths, the betrayal, the pain I caused. But I swear to you..every day since then, I’ve been trying. Trying to rebuild… trying to be worthy of
Tyrone The mansion was quiet except for the hum of the city outside. I stood in the doorway of the living room, hands fisted at my sides, heart hammering so hard I thought it would shatter my ribs. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her legs crossed, arms folded, eyes distant...watching the s
Winter POVHis smirk was infuriating, the kind that curled slow across his lips like he knew exactly how much it would unravel me. Tyron leaned back in his chair, arms folded across his chest, watching me with that maddening calm while my whole body felt like it was on fire.“You’re jealous,” he mur
Casey's POVThe fabric shimmered under Serene's touch as she adjusted it on the mannequin, while Winter leaned closer with her pen, scribbling ideas into the sketchbook balanced on her lap. I stood a little to the side, turning a pendant of soft silver in my hands, my mind sketching invisible lines
Casey’s POV Louis always carried the weight of tomorrow on his shoulders.Even when he smiled, even when his hands brushed mine, steady and grounding, there was always that glint in his eyes—the reminder that he wasn’t just mine. He belonged to the pack. He was the future Alpha, heir to an entire l
When we break apart, I’m breathless. “So… does this mean I’m allowed to stay when the nightmares come?”His eyes soften, almost painfully so. He nods once, rough and unsteady. “Yeah. Stay.”That single word is more than I thought he’d ever give me.---The next morning, an idea sparks. A dangerous,







