LISA'S POV I lean in, listening closely, curious about what Gemma has to say before I respond. Even before she speaks, I already know that no matter what, she will always be a friend to me, even if it’s only for a short time.“When we first met at the pack house, I knew exactly who you were,” Gemma begins, her voice trembling slightly. “And I knew Nancy was your daughter. I’ve been trying to find a way to start a conversation with you, but I didn’t know how. So when I found our girls playing together, becoming friends, I thought... if I brought Nancy home, you’d have to talk to me.”I’m not sure if I should be angry or amused by this revelation. It’s strange to think she’s been carrying this around the entire time.“And I wanted to apologize from the very first moment, but... I just didn’t. Every time I tried, something got in the way, or I had to leave, or I chickened out. I was terrified that if you found out who I was, you’d be furious. I thought maybe you’d forgotten about me...
LISA'S POVAs much as I wanted to stay with Gemma longer, I couldn’t. Well, because Kyle had brought her kids back, and sitting in the same room as Kyle only happens when absolutely necessary. Other than that, you won’t ever find me willingly sharing a space with him.For some reason, he despises me. Every time he looks at me, I get the distinct impression he's seconds away from snapping and pouncing. Lucky for him, the feeling is mutual. If he ever tries anything, I’ll be more than ready to reciprocate.Anyway, Gemma needed to get her girls ready for bed, and so did I. I had to check on the kids myself because I doubted Ronan would handle it properly.After saying my goodbyes, I made my way back to our chambers.When I entered, Ronan was seated on the couch. Not surprising. But the kids were nowhere to be found.Did he forget about them? I just came up alone! "Where are the children?" I demanded, my voice edged with concern."In their room, sleeping," he responded nonchalantly.I rai
LISA’S POV“What is it?”“What can I do to get you to forgive me?”“I already told you, I’ve forgiven you, so you can be on your way.” Everything has been cleared up, so there’s no need for these questions.“Okay, let me rephrase my question. What do I have to do to get you to open up to me? What do I need to do to get you to give us a chance, because I want to work things out between us.”The air around me seems to freeze. I thought I’d made myself clear a thousand times before: we can’t be together. He and I are not meant to be. We just… aren’t.“Ronan, like I’ve said before, we can’t be together. You and I will never work.”“And why won’t we work?” he cuts me off mid sentence, his voice sharp. “Why won’t we work, Lisa?”“Well, for starters, I don’t want to be your mistress.”“Why would you be my mistress?”“Isn’t it obvious? You have a mate, Ronan. I might not know her, nor do I owe her anything, but I wouldn’t do that to her. I wouldn’t like it if I were in her shoes.”Ronan lets
LISA'S POVI find myself standing in a field of lilies, the moonlight shining down on the delicate flowers, making them glimmer as if they've been dusted with magic. It’s peaceful here, so serene and quiet. There’s no one else, just me and the endless sea of flowers as I walk barefoot on the soft grass beneath me. I don't know how I got here, but I feel content, as if this is where I was always meant to be.As I continue deeper into the field, I notice something or rather, someone. Another girl is standing a little way ahead, her back turned to me. Her dress looks exactly like mine, except hers is a pristine white, whereas mine is black. My heart skips a beat at the sight of another person, a wave of relief and happiness washing over me. I haven’t seen a single soul since arriving here, and I can’t explain why seeing her brings me so much joy.“Hello!” I call out, my voice echoing through the stillness. She doesn’t turn around. Without thinking, I rush forward, weaving through rows of
RONAN'S POV"I don't understand this." Lisa pulls away from me, her hand slipping from mine, her eyes glossy with tears on the verge of spilling. It takes everything in me not to reach for her and hold her tighter. But I can’t. Not now. I have to act carefully. "Why are you my mate?" she asks, her voice so soft that I almost don’t hear her. It takes me a second to register her words, and when I do, the impact feels like a punch to the gut, or even worse than that. "Why does it have to be you?" she adds, her tone carrying both frustration and sadness. My chest tightens painfully. I don’t know whether to feel angry, hurt, or just broken. But I push those emotions down, gripping her hand softly, hoping she doesn’t pull away again. "I know what I did to you was unforgivable, Lisa," I whisper, my thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You have every right to feel the way you do. I know this is a lot to take in... but please, don’t act on it just yet. Give it some time." She looks
LISA’S POV "Why is your skin glowing?" Gemma asks, inspecting every inch of my face with a suspicious squint. I try my best to suppress the grin spreading across my lips, but the warmth in my cheeks gives me away. There’s no point. My blush is already too obvious for her to take anything I say seriously. "Spill it, Lisa. What's going on?" she presses, tossing me a bag of chips. I shift my attention to the racetrack, hoping to dodge her questions. Cars zoom past in a blur, engines roaring like distant thunder. It’s race day, and in just a few hours, Gemma will be leaving. I should savor these moments with her while I still can. She’s the only real friend I have here. Even though Val finally apologized, and we’ve agreed to let bygones be bygones, things between us are still... distant.We exchange polite smiles or nods when we meet, but that’s the extent of our interaction. As for Jessica well, she’s a virtual friend these days. We only talk through calls and texts. So Gemma is all
LISA'S POVA few seconds ago, I was smiling, happy, and even laughing at Gemma’s playful remarks. But now, all the warmth in my chest has evaporated. My mood sours with every whisper I hear from the crowd seated behind us murmurs about how good Gretchen looks next to Ronan, and how perfect they seem together.Each compliment stings more than the last, spreading like poison through my veins.I grip the edge of my seat, resisting the urge to turn around and tell everyone to shut up. My fingers itch to strangle something anything or maybe just slap the smug smiles off those who keep talking about how they “compliment each other.”Ronan’s gaze burns into me, but I refuse to look his way. I won’t give him the satisfaction. Not when he’s sitting right next to her. My phone buzzes in my pocket again and again. I don’t need to check to know it’s him. it has tobe him. But this time, I won’t bite. I don’t want to give him the chance to explain or justify whatever nonsense he thinks is acceptab
LISA'S POV. “Uh... hi,” I manage to mumble, awkwardly patting her back before stepping away.Gretchen pulls back, her smile never faltering. "I've heard a lot about you. It's so nice to finally put a face to the name," "Good things, I hope?" I replied, trying to sound polite."Very good things," she assured me with another smile. Then her gaze shifted down. "And who is this little guy?" She crouched to Sergio’s level, but he quickly ran to hide behind me."Oh, that's my son. He tends to be a little shy around new people," I explained, gently patting Sergio’s head."He's adorable!" she said with a small wave in his direction, but Sergio clung tighter to my leg. Gretchen didn’t seem offended and stood back up, brushing it off easily. She then turned toward Gemma with a friendly grin."And you must be Gemma, right?"The easy smile that had been on Gemma’s face moments ago faded. She raised a brow, her expression shifting from cheerful to wary. After all the excitement she’d shown earli
RONAN’S POV.The sun had already set by the time we returned to the pack house. Kyle carried Penny, who had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, her tiny head resting on his shoulder. Sergio was in my arms, his small body heavy with sleep until he stirred, rubbing his eyes groggily. The men I brought with me had already been dismissed, though not without Kyle warning them: "If I hear anything about that bear from anyone, you’ll lose your heads." They had nodded and slinked off, knowing better than to test his word. As we reached the apartment, I shifted Sergio gently in my arms and knocked on the door. For a moment, everything was quiet. Then the door swung open. Lisa stood there, her expression anxious and uncertain until her eyes landed on the sleepy boy in my arms. “Sergio!” she gasped, her hands flying to cover her mouth. Tears welled in her eyes as she dropped to her knees, unable to contain her relief. The boy’s sleepy face lit up with a tired but genuine smile. “
RONAN’S POV I rush toward the bear, intent on pulling the kids off, but the beast lets out another guttural growl, sharp canines glistening with drool. It's a warning: Take one step, and I’ll tear you apart.But I don't care if it rips me to shreds so long as I can get those children away and ensure their safety, I'll take whatever comes.“Don’t attack us,” Sergio says calmly, his small voice cutting through the tension.The bear lowers its growl as Sergio pats it on the head. “It’s okay, Bruno. They won’t hurt us it’s just my daddy and his friends,” he says with a smile.To my surprise, the bear kneels, allowing Sergio to slide off its back like it's nothing more than a trained pony.“Daddy!” Sergio runs toward me, his tiny arms outstretched. I scoop him up, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The relief washes over me like a wave, he's safe. But the bear's dark eyes are still fixed on me, tracking every move I make as if daring me to try something reckless.From th
RONAN’S POV“Kyle, you stay back. Howard and Team A will come with me,” I state firmly, knowing full well Kyle is going to argue. But he needs rest. Those bastards roughed him up, and I made him interrogate them again. As much as he won’t admit it, he’s not at full strength yet.Team A is made up of our most trusted warriors. I would’ve gone alone, but I need all the eyes I can get and only trusted eyes. Someone from the inside helped with the kidnapping; I feel it in my gut.Even though they got in during the race, they couldn’t have made it this far without help. When I find out who betrayed us, I’ll make an example of them so no one ever tries it again.Kyle stands his ground, hands in his pockets. “I’m coming with you.”His wounds have mostly healed, just a slight pinkish tint on his cheek. But it doesn’t change the fact that he needs rest.“No, you need to go and rest,” I tell him firmly.“My niece is missing too,” Kyle says quietly, his gaze unwavering. “Both kids are like my ow
RONAN'S POVFolding the sleeves of my blue button up shirt, I slip on my brass knuckles before taking a seat opposite him. The blonde guy across from me looks seconds away from pissing his pants. I tap the table lightly and lean forward with a cold smile. “We're in for some games tonight. I hope you’re ready.” He glares at me, trying to act tough. “What do you want from me?” I rest my elbows on the table. “First, how about you tell me your name?” “I’m not telling you shit,” he snarls. “Wrong answer,” I mutter, slamming my brass-covered fist into his face once, then twice. The sound of bone cracking echoes through the room as blood pours from his mouth. A tooth drops onto the table with a dull clink, and he groans in pain, spitting blood. “That should tell you I’m not here to play your ‘loyal spy’ games,” I say, wiping my knuckles clean. “Now, let’s try this again. What’s your name?” “Abel,” he whispers, trying hard to sound calm, but the fear in his eyes gives him away.
RONAN’S POV “Baby, are you okay?” I ask, though I already know the answer. I don’t need to ask to know she isn’t okay. For the past three days, she hasn’t cried or shown any vulnerability. I know she wants Sergio back, I do too. Just the thought of what might be happening to my son right now makes me sick. I don’t know exactly what is going on, but if even a single strand of hair is missing from his head when I find him, I will make sure I burn down any pack or territory involved, no matter how small their part. “Do I look like I’m okay?” she asks, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t look okay,” I reply softly. She looks far from it. I know exactly what she’s doing, suppressing her emotions to stay strong. Gemma has been all over the place, crying and begging me to find her daughter. Lisa has been the only one holding things together, which means she’s bottling everything up to stay rational for everyone’s sake. But it’s eating her alive, and I know it because I feel it too. “L
LISA'S POV In a flash, we are no longer behind the bleachers, and the entire place erupts into chaos. People scatter in every direction, panicked voices rising over one another. My heart stutters in my chest, and my mind goes blank. My entire body freezes as if someone flipped a switch, cutting off my ability to think, move, or even breathe.Everything feels like it has stopped.“Lisa, I need to get you to safety now, please, don’t panic,” Ronan urges, his voice strained with urgency.His words barely register. It feels like I’m hearing them underwater, faint and distant. My limbs are paralyzed, every muscle locked in place, as if I have forgotten how to move.“I can’t go.” My voice is a trembling whisper as I take a step toward the chaotic crowd.“Lisa, no, it’s not safe in there,” Ronan shouts above the noise, trying to hold me back.“The kids are still in there! How am I supposed to leave when my children are caught in that madness?” My voice cracks with desperation as I try to sh
LISA'S POV "I need to take this," I told Gemma, slipping my phone into my hand. "Can you keep an eye on Sergio for me?""Of course," Gemma said, giving me a reassuring smile."Hello," I say as I reach the back of the benches."Hey, Lis. I need your help. I’ve got a patient, and he’s not breathing," Jessica's voice comes through the line, shaky and alarmed."Jessie, I need you to calm down. Breathe," I say slowly, using my most soothing tone. I wait as she takes a few deep breaths. When she sounds steadier, I continue, "Okay, tell me what’s going on.""He’s out of surgery, and when he woke up, everything was fine. But then he fell asleep, and I thought it was just regular sleep, but... I think someone disconnected the heart monitor.""Have you tried turning it back on?" I ask."Yes, I did. I even tried CPR, but he’s not responding. I called for backup, but they’re not here yet, and I don’t want to leave the room. I don’t want to leave him alone," she says, her panic creeping back."Ok
LISA'S POV. “Uh... hi,” I manage to mumble, awkwardly patting her back before stepping away.Gretchen pulls back, her smile never faltering. "I've heard a lot about you. It's so nice to finally put a face to the name," "Good things, I hope?" I replied, trying to sound polite."Very good things," she assured me with another smile. Then her gaze shifted down. "And who is this little guy?" She crouched to Sergio’s level, but he quickly ran to hide behind me."Oh, that's my son. He tends to be a little shy around new people," I explained, gently patting Sergio’s head."He's adorable!" she said with a small wave in his direction, but Sergio clung tighter to my leg. Gretchen didn’t seem offended and stood back up, brushing it off easily. She then turned toward Gemma with a friendly grin."And you must be Gemma, right?"The easy smile that had been on Gemma’s face moments ago faded. She raised a brow, her expression shifting from cheerful to wary. After all the excitement she’d shown earli
LISA'S POVA few seconds ago, I was smiling, happy, and even laughing at Gemma’s playful remarks. But now, all the warmth in my chest has evaporated. My mood sours with every whisper I hear from the crowd seated behind us murmurs about how good Gretchen looks next to Ronan, and how perfect they seem together.Each compliment stings more than the last, spreading like poison through my veins.I grip the edge of my seat, resisting the urge to turn around and tell everyone to shut up. My fingers itch to strangle something anything or maybe just slap the smug smiles off those who keep talking about how they “compliment each other.”Ronan’s gaze burns into me, but I refuse to look his way. I won’t give him the satisfaction. Not when he’s sitting right next to her. My phone buzzes in my pocket again and again. I don’t need to check to know it’s him. it has tobe him. But this time, I won’t bite. I don’t want to give him the chance to explain or justify whatever nonsense he thinks is acceptab