~KILLIANThe sharp scent of tobacco filled the air, swirling around in ghostly wisps through the dim light. The den was alive with low murmurs, the soft shuffle of cards, and the occasional clink of glasses as drinks were raised and emptied. A cool jazz tune played softly in the background, the saxophone’s smooth notes slicing through the smoky air. Laughter bubbled up here and there, but it was the kind that didn’t reach the eyes—too forced, too cautious, much like the way the stout bald man across from me was laughing at my proposal.“I don't think I said anything funny, Marco," I said calmly."Of course you didn't. It's just that what you're asking of me is almost impossible,” he replied, taking a slow drag from his pipe as the half-naked girls on his lap caressed his plump body.“Almost impossible?” I scoffed. "Come on, Marco. I know you can do it. I didn't come all the way from America, wait a week for you to get back from vacation, just to hear this.” I locked eyes with him, no
~HUNTER Is she a ghost or something?I couldn’t help but wonder how Mrs. Salvador managed to leave the restroom without using the main door. Sure, I might not know the school's layout like the back of my hand, but I know for certain she entered the restroom area, and it was a dead end with only four other stalls.So, how come I didn’t run into her?I completely lost focus on what I was doing as my mind kept replaying the moment I almost met her. The more I thought about it, the clearer it became that she was intentionally avoiding me. But why?Maybe Liam was right. Maybe she knew about my long-standing conflict with her husband, and it’s not like that’s going to end anytime soon.If that’s the case, I’m willing to make peace with Killian just to get her to consider my appointment. That’s how desperate I am to meet her because I believe she can help with my condition. I mean, she’s got an impressive record of healing people.Honestly, I have to admit, I’ve grown a bit jealous of Killi
~THIRD POVThe air buzzed with giggles and chatter as students ran across the playground, some huddled in groups, gesturing animatedly and frequently bursting into laughter. Others casually hung around the open corridor, watching.Olivia lounged on the open corridor, her hands propped on her chin as she stared blankly at the playground. Her mind was so far away that she didn’t notice Megan approaching from the field.Megan’s brows knitted together when she saw the dull look on Olivia’s face.Though Olivia rarely joined in the games, it was unusual for her to be so lost in thought.“Hey, Olivia,” Megan chirped, waving a hand in front of her friend’s face to snap her out of it.“Hey,” Olivia muttered, sighing.Megan settled beside Olivia and draped an arm over her shoulders. “Are you okay?”Olivia nodded, but Megan wasn’t convinced. She arched an eyebrow. “You don’t look okay. Are you sick? Hungry?”Olivia pressed her lips into a thin line, then sighed deeply. “I wish it was just hunger
~SELENA"You had me so worried, Megan. How could you leave school with a stranger?!" I shouted, frustration pouring out with every word."I'm sorry, Mommy," she mumbled, tears already welling up as she hung her head.I rubbed my temple, trying to stay calm, but it wasn't working. I was angry, and nothing I did could soothe it.What if Lionel hadn’t gone after them to the mall? What if she had been hurt before he got there? What if Lionel hadn’t realized Megan left with that witch? I would’ve been drowning in tears because of her innocence!"You know what? From now on, I don't want you hanging out with that kid, Olivia."Her head shot up, eyes brimming with fresh tears. "But Mom...""No buts!" I cut her off sharply."You will do as I say!" I snapped. "It's for your own good, Megan," I added, trying to sound calm."I can't stay away from Olivia. She's my friend, and she needs me!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. It was as if I had taken something precious from her.I knew Hunt
~HUNTER "I thought I was imagining things when she walked into the cafeteria," Olivia began, her excitement spilling out with each word. "But then she came to our table, saw Megan, and insisted we go shopping. I thought I was dreaming until we actually got to the mall! She bought a ton of cute things for Megan and me." I was momentarily distracted by something on my screen when she suddenly shoved a dress right in front of my face."Look at this, Daddy!""That looks pretty," I said, genuinely finding the dress adorable. "The day you wear that, you'll look just like Cinderella."She chuckled softly. "I can't look like Cinderella in a ballerina's dress, Daddy.""Oh, my bad. I thought it looked a lot like Cinderella's dress," I confessed, rubbing the bridge of my nose as she giggled even more. "Hey, stop laughing at me, will you? I don't watch those Disney princess movies with you, after all." I playfully rebuked her."Then you should join me sometime and get familiar with their names,
~SELENAI slowly woke up, my eyes aching from the harsh light above me as I squinted, trying to take in my surroundings. At first, everything seemed to blur and multiply into a thousand pieces, but the haze gradually faded, leaving me with a throbbing headache.I reached up to touch my head, wincing when I felt the thick layers of bandages wrapped around it. As I tried to sit up, a sharp pain shot through my side, forcing me back down. I noticed an IV in my arm and bandages wrapped around my torso. My whole body hurt like hell.Giving up on the idea of sitting up, I lay back down, stifling groans as my mind drifted back to the sudden, violent attack—the gunshots, the glass shattering, the car swerving out of control.A shiver ran down my spine, turning my limbs cold as I thought about Lionel and Jared. I wondered if they were okay after fighting so hard against the armed men.The last thing I remembered from the attack was Lionel being shot when he was trying to protect me. I thought
~SELENAIt was difficult to stop Killian's suspicions. Even now, I can sense that he still hasn’t fully accepted my reassurances.I should have known that he's an Alpha and can’t be easily swayed by just words before impulsively blurting out what I did. And now, I’m starting to wonder if telling him the truth is the best option, given how detached he’s been since I was discharged from the hospital.Although he’s always around to help and keep me company, something about him seems off, and I can’t quite explain it. It bothers me so much that I can’t sleep well, even with him beside me.Killian’s presence used to be comforting, but it doesn’t feel that way anymore. It’s heartbreaking that things are turning out like this.He’s always shown me love, supported me, and been honest from the start of our relationship. Holding back the truth from him feels selfish.If I tell him about Nadia’s threats, I would also have to tell him about my past and how I’ve regained my memories. Unfortunately
~SELENAStanding in front of the mirror, I sighed deeply for what felt like the hundredth time. I stared at my reflection, feeling like the world was closing in on me after hearing Killian's conversation with Jared.My heart felt heavy with the weight of what I’d heard, and I was confused about what to do next. I hadn’t even thought of a plan because I was so shaken. I couldn’t think straight; my mind was a mess, and I was starting to feel the strain of it all.Earlier, I’d decided to tell Killian the truth about my past—how I’d regained my memories and everything. But after overhearing their conversation, holding on to the truth seemed like the safest choice. Still, I wasn’t completely sure about keeping it all from him.I seriously need time to think this through before revealing my past to Killian. One wrong move could set off a bomb, and everything we have might come crashing down. That’s my biggest fear.Maybe the first step is figuring out how much animosity Killian has against