LISA’S POV“Help me out of this,” I hiss as the silver touches my bare leg. My head is upside down, and though I can’t see his face clearly, I swear there’s mischief in his gaze.“Get me out of this, for fuck's sake!” I growl, but he doesn’t move an inch from his spot. He just stares at me as if I have a third eye growing on my chest. “Are you deaf or something?” The disgust in my tone is obvious.“Well, normally when people ask for my help, their tone is a little calmer than yours, and they also add a ‘please’ at the end, so it’s hard for me to make out what you want right now, Elisa.” I didn’t miss the sarcasm in his voice.“Well, I would’ve added a ‘please’ if it wasn’t your fault that I’m hanging upside down from a tree like a fucking piñata!”“Could you enlighten me on how it’s my fault?”“Well, one: because you fucking dragged me here. Isn’t it your responsibility to keep an eye out or maybe tell me to beware of the traps you’ve laid here?” There can’t be traps anywhere in a pa
LISA’S POVMy breath feels like it's about to stop any second now. With each step I take, my vision gets blurrier."Lisa," Ronan tries."Don't even try me, Ronan. Please, leave me alone." He's the last person I want to talk to right now. The sound of his voice makes my blood boil.Hopefully, I don’t get lost or fall into another trap. I can sense Jack's presence in the house."Jack!" I yell as I approach the house. "Jack!" I call out again, and on cue, Jack strolls out of the house."Take me home," I tell him. He raises a brow, his jaw seconds away from falling off his face."Can't you hear me?""I can, I just... Where is the Alpha? I thought you guys...""I don't want to talk about Ronan now. Can you take me or not? If you can't, I can find my way.""Oh no, that's not what I'm trying to say. I'll take you. The car is in the back; I'll go get your purse." I totally forgot about that. If it wasn’t for the stuff I had inside, I would have left the purse here. But it would be their excus
LISA’S POV“We're here,” Jack announces as the car comes to a halt. I look up to see my apartment building in front of us. “Yay, I didn’t die,” I say sarcastically. Jack bursts into a fit of laughter that suddenly turns into coughs.“Are you okay?” I didn't need to ask to know he isn't. The way he's squeezing his chest is a dead giveaway. It’s the stab wound—they probably didn’t treat it right. The dagger was poisoned, so the poison is probably spreading through his body.“I’m good,” he smiles, but I don’t miss the way he bites his lip, probably to hide the pain. It must be unbearable because he places his hand on his chest, right on the spot where I stabbed him.“Are you sure?” Even though I stabbed him in self-defense, I feel a little guilty now plus we are friends now even though it hasn't been twenty fours of the friendship but I dont have bad intentions and i wouldn't want the wound to turn into something huge because I don't think I will be able to forgive myself.“What do you
LISA'S POV“So... I'll be off now,” I motion towards the car door with a smile.“Goodbye... for now.”“See you when I see you, Jack,” I say, waving after him as I watch his car speeds away. The afternoon sun is still in its prime, and if I'm fast enough, we might be able to make it to the theme park before it closes.“The hot doc is back, I see,” Jessica calls out from the apartment entrance doc, hot doc are one of the many nicknames she has for me. She is leaning by the door. Talk about the worst timing. I bet a million bucks she’s going to come up with stories about why I got dropped home in a fancy sports car instead of my minivan.“Hello, hot nurse,” I give her a hug, putting on the best poker face I can muster.“Jack, huh?” She waits for my response, and when she doesn’t get one, she tries again. “Who is Jack, lovely lady?” I don’t have to look at her face to know she is currently smirking.“Jack,” she says the name again as if pondering it.As much as I want to keep my mouth sh
LISA'S POV“SO... why didn’t you tell me you and my cousin broke up? Well, I thought so but then I thought you guys were having a hard time and you needed a push,” Jessica says, laying her head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, it must’ve been so awkward when I was doing that whole pushing thing, right?”After changing and freshening up, Jess forced the kids into a nap. In her words, "the tea is better than any theme park we would be going to." Plus, she wanted to clear things up. But I don’t think it’s right for me to tell her everything. I think I should speak to Adam about it first. Even though he has been avoiding me like the plague, I need to talk to him beforehand.“Well... it wasn’t just awkward. It was low-key annoying too,” I sigh.“I’m really sorry about that, but it’s your fault, you know that, right?” she replies.“How is it my fault?” I turn, pushing her head off my shoulder.“You should’ve told me you guys weren’t a thing. The moment you guys ended things, I should’ve been the
LISA POVFor some reason, I feel like I am doing a bad thing right now, but just like Jess said, I don't owe him any loyalty. To be honest, he is the one who owes me loyalty if we are going to be frank.He messed up the relationship before it started; he should be the one walking on eggshells, not me. But I feel like I'm a step closer to getting burned or something with each ring.After the fifth ring, I was about to give up, but then Adam’s voice comes from the other line. “Hello, snowflake,” he said, sounding bubbly. He is definitely in a good mood. Too bad I’ll probably ruin everything in the next few seconds.“Hello there, Adam. How are you?” I asked.“Well… I've been kicking it. How are the kids?” he responded.“Everyone is fine,” I said. A few seconds passed, and with a glare from Jess, I began again, “So, I'm going to get straight to the point. Jessica has been asking about us, and I’m going to tell her everything. Just thought I should let you know before I did, to keep my pro
RONAN'S POV I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've fucked up. I've fucked up really bad.I shouldn’t have said what I said. I should have just helped her down the moment she got into the trap. I totally forgot about the fact that things are a bit salty between us. It was going to take a lot to get to her, but seeing her here, I couldn't help myself but try to joke around like we used to.I still don’t know if she has no idea she is my second chance mate or if she is just hiding it. But if she knew and is disregarding that, she must be the best actress to walk this planet. my chest feels as if its going to catch on fire whenever i see her but for some reason her mean retorts give some closure, because you only get mad when you care and that means she cares enough to get mad. “Are you okay, boss man?” Kyle asks, strolling into my office.“How many times do I have to tell you to knock before coming in, Kyle?” I groan, running my fingers through my hair.“I did. You didn’t answer, so
**LISA’S POV**“When was the last time you watched that?” Jessica asks, stuffing more popcorn into her mouth.We wanted some ice cream and tears time, but then Jess craved popcorn too, so we decided on both popcorn and ice cream. Instead of the usual genre we go for, which is horror or tragic movies, one of our favorite TV shows was airing, so we ended up letting it play.Plus, with Sergio sitting in the middle, we can’t watch any horror movie unless we want to deal with a crying child all night. So, the show is the safe option.“When did this show turn into this shit show?”“Jessica, language!” I groan. These kids are like recording tapes; they wait for you to say one bad word and memorize it like it was one of the alphabets or something.“I’m sorry, but this show has taken a turn, and it's not for the better.”“Can you stop complaining and just watch the show?” I frown.After the show, Jessica took Sergio with her while I cleaned up. With nothing left to do, I went straight to bed.
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