Elena pov..“Aunty, can I talk to you for a second?”“What’s wrong, son? I hope you’re not asking about your mom; she’s busy at work and won’t be able to answer.” I said this calmly to Henry, who was standing at the kitchen door, gripping the frame tightly.“It’s not about my mom, Aunty.”I focused on him, realizing that for once, his issue wasn’t related to his mother’s absence. I sighed, my heart racing as I tried to understand what he was about to say.“Alright, Henry, what’s going on? I’m in the middle of making potato chips and cookies for you.” I spoke softly, leaning against the counter as he stepped closer. In a moment, he gently opened his shirt, glancing around as if he were afraid of something.“What’s wrong, Henry? You’re making me worried, little guy.”“Aunty, the mark that mommy found on my body is getting bigger, like a tattoo.”I gasped in shock at his words. That was the last thing Scarlett would want to hear, and I didn’t want to risk telling her. “Come here,” I sai
Elena pov "Mommy, what's wrong?" Henry asked, his voice shaking.He passed the phone to me."Hey Scarlett, there's a mark on your son's arm. I just called your friend Ana to come check it out because it's a..." I paused, her scream cutting me off."What did you tell Ana?" she demanded, my heart racing as I carefully made my way to the couch. "I mentioned the mark on your son's arm; it looks like a disease," I stammered, anxiety coursing through me."Shut up! That’s not a disease; it’s an ancient birthmark I’ve been hiding, Elena," she growled, using my name, which meant she was serious."Call that witch, Ana, and tell her it was just a prank. Don’t let her examine Henry; that’s my heritage, Elena," she muttered, her voice trailing off as I sensed she was already in tears.I sat there, stunned, the phone still pressed to my ear. Scarlett's words spun in my mind like a whirlwind."Scarlett, please calm down. What do you mean 'your heritage'?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady."J
Scarlett pov“Can I please have my vegetables now?”“Marian, you'll need to pay for the vegetables; I have other groceries to pack for the kitchen, " I said with a smile while gently tapping her shoulder, my heart racing as I thought about what else needed to go into the kitchen. As I walked to the other side of the market, my feet hit the cement floor, and a cold breeze swept over me. I froze, sensing a strange presence around me. "Hey, move aside! I don't know why you're just standing there," an elderly man with a white mustache shouted as he brushed past me, pushing me aside. I winced as his shoulder collided with mine, sending pain through my joint. My eyes scanned the market, and I clenched my fist as my fancy leather clutch slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. Bending down to retrieve it, I caught the elderly man's apologetic gaze. "Sorry, young one," he said, his rough tone softening. "I didn't mean to hurt you." But I barely heard his apology. My focus was on the
Scarlett povDays have passed, and I still haven't received a response. It's strange.Alright, I admitted to myself, chuckling lightly as I gazed into the mirror.After a disagreement with my inner self about not contacting my husband Markus again, I sent him a text. He's such a jerk, I muttered under my breath, looking at my swollen, red face, which bore the marks of last night's tears. I stretched my arms, the sound of my joints cracking filling the silence.You should really stretch more, maybe use some weights to realign your bones, my inner voice chimed in. I rolled my eyes, dismissing it. That can't be my inner voice; it felt more like a demon's suggestion. I wouldn't dare use weights in someone else's apartment and invite more chaos into my life.As I walked down the hallway, a voice caught my attention. It sounded eerie and unsettling, prompting me to retreat and tiptoe back to the balcony until it faded away. He talks too much. I leaned against the stair railing, enjoying the
Scarlett pov“What the hell!”I recoiled at the sight of the same face. Who is he, and what does he want from me? The question consumed my thoughts as I locked eyes with him. I couldn't call for help; he could be gone in an instant. I stumbled back, my hand searching for something to steady myself, feeling the heat rising within me. “What do you want from me?” I managed to ask in a barely audible voice, my gaze fixed on him. He wore a black hoodie, just like the last time I saw him. “Scarlett Darkhaven, the last mutant and Werewolf…”He hesitated, chuckling, and I noticed his fist clench in anger. “What do you want? I don’t care if you know anything about me; I just need to know how you found me and what you want.”He stepped closer, and I instinctively moved back, my body trembling. My blood felt like it had stopped, and a tightness gripped my throat. My heart raced with anxiety. I shut my eyes to take a deep breath, but a tap on my shoulder jolted me back. “What’s wrong, Scarlet
Scarlett pov“No! No!!”Elena, picked up the phone, I shouted, my fist clenched, tension bubbling like molten lava."Scarlett, focus on your customers or you'll lose your job," my boss warned as he passed my counter, noticing my distraction. I shoved the phone into my drawer and looked up at the customer. My eyes widened in disbelief when I saw Katherine. Her face was ashen, as if she had just come from a brutal fight."Surprised to see me?""Not at all, Katherine. You thrive on creating chaos, so what trouble are you here for?" I replied, staring at her in frustration. I wasn't in the mood for her antics, and the store was too cramped for someone like her."I need to buy some groceries, Scarlett. I didn't come to stir up trouble, even if I know you had a hand in bringing Marina into Nyx's life instead of me," she whispered, her eyes blazing with anger."You’re going to help me with groceries as a way to apologize for the mess you've made between Nyx and me," she declared, slamming he
Katherine pov.I was dealing with a headache as I flipped through the magazine on my desk, the updates causing me distress. The image of a woman kissing made my heart race.Nyx used to be a sweetheart like that until Scarlett created a scene. I made it clear that my feelings for Nyx came from deep within, yet she dared to undermine my love.I was lost in thought when my mom entered the garden. I heard the crunch of dried flowers underfoot, and I knew she was approaching."Katherine, are you okay?""I'm fine, Mom. What do you want? I need some peace." I replied sharply. "That's why I left the room for you. I can't handle the noise and unnecessary shouting; it makes my head feel like it's going to explode."She scoffed, looking at me with a frown, her hand rubbing her jaw."I'm sorry for everything I might have done to you, Kat," she said in a calm voice, but it didn't reach me. The wound she caused still ached.I shot her a glare, her apologies feeling hollow. The pain and anger simmer
Scarlett pov“She won't come, probably still upset about what happened last time.”“Nothing really occurred; Katherine is just being unreasonable,” I said while brushing my hair with my favorite pink comb. I was still caught up in the conversation with Marina when I felt something drip from my nose.I touched my finger to my nose and gasped in surprise. A rush of adrenaline surged through me. Blood?I looked at my finger, now marked with red, my thoughts racing. How could this be happening? I hadn’t had a nosebleed since I was a child. A shiver ran down my spine as I grabbed a tissue and pressed it against my nose."Marina, I need to go," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but it quivered.Marina's voice came through the phone, filled with worry. "What’s wrong? You sound frightened.""I...I have a nosebleed," I stuttered, feeling dizzy."Nyx, I'm coming over. Hang up and call your doctor," Marina ordered firmly.I nodded, even though she couldn’t see me, and quickly ended the cal
Nyx povI stood outside Marian's door, my fist raised as I knocked urgently on the wood. The sound reverberated down the hallway, a desperate call for her to let me in, to hear me out. My voice, strained from the emotional chaos inside me, broke as I pleaded."Marian, please... I need to speak with you. I want to make amends." I took a moment to breathe deeply, trying to quell the turmoil within. Tears threatened to spill as I reflected on the hurt I had caused her.The door remained unmoving, a barrier to the feelings and truths waiting on the other side. I leaned against the frame, resting my forehead on the cool surface, releasing a heavy sigh. Why wouldn’t she respond? Didn’t she realize how much she meant to me?In that moment, I replayed the events that had brought me here. The confusion, the doubt, the fear of causing pain to those I cared about. It all led to this chaotic situation, with Marian at the heart of it, her spirit wounded by my choices.I recalled the look in her ey
Lexi povI awoke feeling disoriented, struggling to open my eyes after a tumultuous night with Klaus, who had nearly displaced all the babies in my womb in his fervor. With a heavy sigh, I began to fold the duvet cover, the scent of spermatogenesis permeating the entire room.As I organized the bedding, memories of the previous night replayed in my mind. Klaus's aggressive behavior still resonated within me, leaving my body sore. I found it hard to comprehend his recklessness, particularly given my fragile state.Just as I completed the task of tidying up, the door creaked open. Klaus entered, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. My instincts urged me to remain cautious."Good morning, Lexi," he greeted, his voice deep and gravelly. "Did you rest well?"I narrowed my gaze, tightening my grip on the laundry basket. "You are fully aware of how I slept, Klaus. I am still attempting to come to terms with last night’s events."For a brief moment, Klaus's smile wavered before he regained
Lexi povI awoke feeling disoriented, struggling to open my eyes after a tumultuous night with Klaus, who had nearly displaced all the babies in my womb in his fervor. With a heavy sigh, I began to fold the duvet cover, the scent of spermatogenesis permeating the entire room.As I organized the bedding, memories of the previous night replayed in my mind. Klaus's aggressive behavior still resonated within me, leaving my body sore. I found it hard to comprehend his recklessness, particularly given my fragile state.Just as I completed the task of tidying up, the door creaked open. Klaus entered, a mischievous grin forming on his lips. My instincts urged me to remain cautious."Good morning, Lexi," he greeted, his voice deep and gravelly. "Did you rest well?"I narrowed my gaze, tightening my grip on the laundry basket. "You are fully aware of how I slept, Klaus. I am still attempting to come to terms with last night’s events."For a brief moment, Klaus's smile wavered before he regained
Scarlett povI couldn't understand why Marian and Katherine kept asking such pointless questions. I chose not to respond appropriately, feeling a rush of adrenaline as I leaned my head on Katherine's shoulder, tears flowing down my face.When I rested my head on her shoulder, I noticed her stiffen in surprise, but I was beyond caring. I was exhausted from discussing my issues, worn out from the fear and anxiety that had haunted me for weeks."Can we just sit down and have a cup of tea or something?" I mumbled, my voice muffled against her shoulder.Marian and Katherine exchanged doubtful looks, but I noticed their tension starting to fade. They nodded, and we settled into the living room, surrounded by the comforting atmosphere of Katherine's home.As we enjoyed our tea, I made a deliberate effort to change the subject away from my troubles. I was done thinking about it, done reliving the fear and anxiety."So, Marian," I said, attempting to sound nonchalant. "How's your love life? An
Marian povI was completely taken aback when I spotted Scarlett at Katherine's house. She despised Katherine, so why was she staying with her? She looked disheveled—what had happened to her? Why did she seem so unhinged? It had been over seven months since I last saw her, and now she appeared like this?I turned to Katherine, yanking her aside. Her eyes widened in surprise as I tightened my grip on her arm."What’s going on?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.I glared at Katherine, my grip tightening further, making her wince. My anger was simmering, ready to erupt. "What’s happening, Katherine?" I demanded in a low, threatening tone. "Why is Scarlett here? What’s wrong with her?"Katherine's eyes flicked around, as if looking for a way out. "Marian, please," she murmured, trying to free herself. "You’re hurting me."I eased my grip but kept my stare fierce. "Tell me," I growled.Katherine took a shaky breath. "Scarlett came here a few days ago," she said. "She was in terri
Kathrine povI checked the wall clock and jumped out of bed in shock. What? It's already 8 am? I haven't even made breakfast, and Scarlett is going to be starving. After putting her to sleep last night, I went back to my room, and now I've overslept. I need to whip up something to eat before she comes down.I sprang out of bed, my heart pounding with urgency. 8 am? How did I sleep in? I'm usually the one up early, not dragging my feet. I hurried to my closet and grabbed the first outfit I could find—a bright yellow sundress adorned with white flowers. I didn’t even take a moment to check my reflection; I just threw it on and dashed downstairs.Upon entering the kitchen, I was met with the sight of an empty coffee pot. Seriously? I forgot to set the timer? I'm really off my game today. I quickly started brewing a new pot, the rich aroma filling the air and waking me up a bit.Just as I began cracking eggs into a bowl, I heard the stairs creak. Scarlett was awake. And definitely hungry.
Scarlett povI realize that the dizziness I've been experiencing for days stems from stress, constantly thinking about my husband and son. Tears have been streaming down my tired cheeks; it’s not that I feel old, but the stress has taken a toll on me. My strength, my fate, my heart—everything feels heavy. Nightmares have become a regular occurrence, and last night was no exception. I looked at myself in the mirror, sweat dripping from my forehead, a direct result of the terror I faced in my dreams. In a fit of rage, I clenched my fist and slammed it onto my nightstand, sending it crashing to the floor.“Ah!!!!”“This isn’t who I am!” I shouted, hitting the table repeatedly until it shattered into pieces.“Scarlett? Scarlett, open the door!”I heard a pounding on my door; it was Kathrine, likely alerted by my screams.“I’m… I’m… fine, Kat, just leave me alone.” I stammered, my voice shaky as I tried to catch my breath.“You’re not fine, Scarlett! Open the door right now!” she insisted,
Scarlett povI ultimately returned to the state, seeking every possible means to escape the life I had previously abandoned. Lexi had betrayed me, Markus had returned to Elena to care for Henry, and I found myself back in the city I had left behind in an effort to protect my family.Upon my arrival at Katherine's residence, I appeared quite disheveled and was unable to comprehend the confusion I felt. Consequently, I had to feign a similar bewilderment, gazing at her with an unsettling expression.Katherine welcomed me into her mansion and offered me a cup of coffee while I stared at her in a daze."Could you please stop with that strange look? Your eyes might pop out if you keep staring at me like that," Katherine jested, tossing a throw pillow in my direction.I blinked, my focus returning as I caught the pillow and held it tightly against my chest. For a brief moment, Katherine's playful smile faded, replaced by a blend of concern and curiosity."Scarlett, what is happening?" she i
Katherine povI was seated on my bench in the garden when a gentle rustling sound caught my attention. My mouth fell open in disbelief, and I felt compelled to rise immediately. "Scarlett?" I exclaimed in astonishment. She appeared emaciated, her eyes sunken as if she had not eaten in some time. I gazed at her in shock; she had been absent for three months and returned looking so frail."Scarlett," I called, extending my arms in a gesture of welcome.As I observed her, a whirlwind of emotions surged within me, and I could not ignore the stark transformation in her appearance. Her once-vibrant complexion had turned pale and drawn, her bright eyes now hollow and devoid of life. Her once-healthy frame had become frail, resembling a delicate figure that seemed to quiver with each soft gust of wind.My initial astonishment shifted to a profound sense of worry and compassion. An intense desire to envelop her in a warm embrace arose within me, to protect her from the harshness of the world.