Jaselyn's POV
Before I could say anything, Zane took off his shirt, and I gasped in shock. There, on his chest, was a large scar, angry and jagged, marring his otherwise smooth skin. The wound was unmistakable— clearly a gunshot wound that had healed over time but still held the story of a violent and near-fatal injury.
“This is from when I tried to escape five months ago,” Zane began, his voice strained with the memory. “I couldn’t stand being a prisoner any longer. With Nae’s help, I made a plan to leave the Pack, to find you and make things right. But Isla caught me. Blade was there too, and he didn’t hesitate. He shot me.”
My hand flew to my mouth as I took in the sight of the scar, the reality of his words sinking in. He continued, his voice thick with the weight of the past.
“I thought I was going to die, right there in the woods,” he said, his eyes distant, as if he were reliving the
Jaselyn's POV“I already have a mate, Zane, and you're not him. I'm in love with Rion, I'm happy with him and as you can see, we're going to be parents.” I spat out, annoyed by his pitiful display.He's behaving like the victim here. He's acting like he's the one that's had to go through hell despite never doing anything wrong. He's acting like he didn't bring Isla into our lives!Zane's eyes fell to my bump as if it was the first time he was actually noticing it. And his intense stare made me want to cover my stomach, to protect my children from him.“So he really did knock you up. That bastard, I thought he was my friend. I should have known he would want what's mine.” Zane gritted.“Are you deaf or just acting dumb? I'm not yours, Zane. I never was. You rejected me twice, we were never meant to be.”“You know what? It doesn't matter. I don't care if you're pregnant with that backstabber&rsqu
Jaselyn's POVAs Zane's tongue grazed the wound on my neck, a sickening thrill seemed to pulse through him. The sensation was vile, his tongue warm against my skin, tasting the blood he'd drawn as if savoring it. A twisted mockery of affection. I recoiled, every nerve in my body screaming in revulsion. My hands found the strength to shove him away, and the force of it surprised even me. But the disgust that flooded me drowned out any satisfaction.“Stay away from me!” I screamed, my voice breaking as the horror of the situation closed in on me. My blood, still fresh from the bite, slid in warm rivulets down my neck, staining the collar of my shirt. My hand instinctively flew to the wound, pressing against it as if I could somehow erase what had just happened.Zane stumbled back, not from the physical push—he was far too strong for that—but from the force of my words, my rejection. His eyes, cold and dark, seemed to pierce through me
TRIGGER WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT DESCRIPTIONS OF RAPE, PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION.Jaselyn's POVHorror washed over me, cold and paralyzing, as the full weight of his words sank in. The reality of what he intended to do hit me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. I thrashed beneath him, every muscle straining as I fought to break free. “No! Get off me!” I screamed, my voice raw with desperation. In a frantic bid to escape, I managed to knee him hard in the groin.He let out a guttural sound of pain, his grip on my wrists faltering just enough for me to wrench myself free. Heart pounding, I bolted from the bed, every instinct screaming at me to run, to get away before it was too late. But I barely made it a step before I felt his hand tangle in my hair, yanking me back with a force that sent pain shooting through my scalp.I cried out as he dragged me back to the bed, throwing me down with such violence
Jaselyn's POVBlood.It was trickling down my thighs, warm and sticky, pooling between my legs and staining the sheets beneath me. The sight of it sent a shockwave of terror through me, freezing my breath in my lungs and making my heart pound wildly against my ribs. I stared at the crimson stain, my mind racing, trying to process what I was seeing, what it meant.Panic surged through me like a jolt of electricity, setting every nerve on fire, my body reacting before my brain could catch up. My babies—was I losing one of them? Both of them?The thought hit me like a sledgehammer, the fear so raw and visceral that it almost made me vomit again. I needed to do something, anything, but I was paralyzed, trapped in my own body by the terror coursing through my veins.I tried to scream, to call for help, but the sound caught in my throat, choked by the overwhelming fear that I was losing them, that this nightmare was going to claim
Jaselyn's POVI screamed, the sound tearing from my throat, primal and raw, as my body was wracked with fresh pain. The noise was shrill and broken, a desperate wail that echoed off the walls and filled the room with a suffocating tension. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest as Zane shook me, his grip bruising my shoulders, jerking me back and forth like a rag doll. My head snapped back, my neck straining painfully, and my vision blurred with tears, making everything around me swim in a dizzying haze.It felt like my insides were being ripped apart, my body rebelling against the assault, every nerve on fire. My belly clenched violently, and a new wave of terror crashed over me. I could barely breathe, each gasp of air a jagged knife to my lungs. My limbs flailed weakly, trying to push him away, to make him stop, but I was too exhausted, too broken to fight back. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my own pain and fear, my hea
Jaselyn's POVI jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest like a wild animal trying to escape its cage. For a split second, I thought I was still in that icy bathtub, the cold water dragging me under. I gasped for air, my lungs burning as if they’d been starved of oxygen for hours. My eyes flew open, darting around frantically, trying to make sense of my surroundings.A woman with a kind smile leaned over me, her eyes soft and calm, and I felt my panic begin to subside. “It’s okay, Jaselyn,” she said gently, her voice soothing. “You’re safe now. Just take deep breaths for me, alright?”I blinked, my vision cleared, and realized she was wearing a white coat, a stethoscope hanging around her neck. A doctor. Relief washed over me, mingling with the remnants of my fear. I wasn’t in the bathtub anymore—I was back in the bedroom, the very same bed where Zane had violated me. The sheets had been change
Rion's POVI was in shambles. Two days. Two agonizing days had passed since Jaselyn had disappeared without a trace. Two days since I last felt her presence in my life, like a light suddenly snuffed out.The emptiness in our bond was unbearable, a void that stretched endlessly inside me, making every breath feel like a stab in the dark. There was no more gentle warmth of her thoughts, no comforting whisper of her feelings brushing against mine.The connection that had once been our lifeline, a constant, unbreakable thread between us, was severed, cut clean by a force I couldn’t comprehend. It felt as if a piece of my soul had been torn away, leaving a gaping wound that throbbed with every heartbeat.I couldn’t make sense of it. Our bond wasn’t just faint or fading; it was mutilated, tampered with by someone with the power to rip it apart. Someone who had to be behind her disappearance.My mind kept circling
Rion's POVIt was a gut-wrenching feeling, like my soul was being yanked out of my body. Her fear hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me, filling me with a dread so intense it left me breathless.Before Erik could even speak, I was already running for the car, desperate to reach her. My heart was pounding in my chest, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts, all centered on getting to her, protecting her. But then, just as suddenly, it stopped. The bond went silent, like a radio switching off. There were no more feelings, no more words, no warmth. Just… nothing.I drove as fast as I could, following the last trace of our bond, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. But when I got to the market, she was gone. Completely gone. I called her name, my voice hoarse with desperation, but there was no answer. The market was empty, eerily quiet, as if it too had been swallowed by the darkness that now filled my he