**LISA’S POV**“Oh, Lisa, there you are!” Gareth says with a smile as I come crashing in, closing the basement door behind me.I quickly wiped away the single tear that had escaped from my eyes, but I knew I was too late. Gareth’s expression shifts slightly.“Is everything okay?” he asks, raising an eyebrow, studying my face with concern.“Everything’s good. I’m okay,” I reply, letting out an awkward laugh, forcing a bright smile to hide the truth.He doesn’t seem convinced. “Are you sure?”“One hundred percent,” I chuckle, waving off his concern. “Did you need something?” I quickly change the subject, desperate to move on.“Well, I was hoping to have a little chat with you, but if now’s not a good time, we can do it later,” he says, his tone gentle but persistent.“No, it’s fine! Now’s as good a time as any,” I say, my voice a little too high, betraying my nerves. I knew this talk was coming. I’d been dreading it, but it was inevitable. And maybe, just maybe, a conversation with Gare
LISA’S POV"But it’s a little too late to offer understanding or pity, sir," I say, trying my best to keep my tone calm and respectful, though it’s hard to suppress the wave of emotions building inside me."There’s something your father always said when we were younger. It’s never too late to try and make things right," he begins, his voice carrying a weight of regret that almost makes me want to soften."Until you’re dead," I finish for him, my voice flat, betraying none of the rage beneath the surface. I may not remember all of the wise things my father used to tell me when I was young, but that is one thing I will never forget. Whenever I made a mistake or had an issue with my mom and stayed out too long, my father would always say that exact phrase when I refuse to appologise to my mom. Back then, I didn’t understand why he would talk about death to a child, especially over something as small as breaking a plate or messing up the house. It seemed too heavy a lesson for a little g
LISA’S POVWe sit in silence for a brief moment before he speaks again, his voice soft, “You’re just like your father, you know,” he chuckles, looking at me with a nostalgic smile.“Now that’s a first,” I couldn’t help but smile in return, a sense of pride swelling in my chest. I’ve always longed for someone to tell me I remind them of my parents. It never happened before, and for some reason, hearing it now stirred something in me, a mix of joy and sadness.“And it’s the truth,” he continued, “Your father was just like you, always trying to see the best in people, always believing there was good in everyone’s actions.”“I bet he did. It’s only fair with all those philosophical words he always had to say,” I replied, trying to sound casual, though the memory of my father’s endless life lessons made me feel a little heavy inside.“You have a point right there,” he says, and we both burst into a fit of laughter, the tension lifting for a moment, replaced by a fleeting sense of ease.As
LISA’S POVBefore I can spit out another word, Ronan swoops in and scoops Nancy into his arms like he’s some kind of superhero. "I don’t know what happened, but the way you’re handling this isn’t right, Lisa," he says, his voice calm but dripping with judgment.Seriously? My jaw tightens as I bite back the urge to tell him to shut the hell up and disappear back into whatever fantasy world he’s been living in while I’ve been here juggling everything. Who does he think he is, barging in like the parent of the year? The audacity. Just because the kids call him “Daddy” now and Salvy is starting to warm up to him doesn’t mean he gets to waltz in and give me parenting advice. I’ve been raising these kids solo while he was nowhere to be found, and now he thinks he can critique my every move? Right in front of them, too? Ugh.I turn my attention back to the shattered vase, gingerly picking up the bigger pieces and stacking them aside. When Gareth returns with a broom, we go back and forth ov
LISA’S POV"I hate taco nights so much," Gemma complains as she places a taco on her plate, piling extra meat and sour cream on top."Why’s that?" I ask, pouring some rice onto mine."Because…" she adds another taco to her already full plate, "It's so unhealthy," she says, before taking an enormous bite.I don’t know if I should let the laugh bubbling in my chest out or just keep quiet. It's amusing how she keeps going on about how unhealthy the menu is while loading up her plate with all the unhealthy options.She’s got three tacos, a bowl of cream dip, French fries, and a huge glass of soda. Meanwhile, my plate looks much lighter just rice with a tofu sauce, an egg, and a single taco. Not that my meal is the picture of health, but at least I’m not drowning it all with a giant soda and three tacos."Why do you have three tacos if it's so unhealthy?" Vale speaks my mind before I can."Mind your business, Vale. I wasn’t talking to you," Gemma snaps, walking beside me as we head to the
LISA'S POV "I don’t know how this whole thing happened, but she’s pathetic. I don’t know what lie she told you to make you believe she’s an angel, or whatever, to the point that you feel safe enough to kiss her cheek, much less eat from the same plate as her!" Astrid sneered, her voice dripping with venom.“Astrid,” Ronan cautioned, his voice low, “whatever—”“Whatever Astrid thinks is none of my business,” I interrupted, cutting him off before he could finish. I was done with him and Gemma trying to speak for me like I was deaf or incapable of standing up for myself. I have my own voice, and I can speak for myself just fine.I turned to Sergei, who was seated comfortably on his father’s lap. "Hey, Sergei, can you go play with your brothers?" I asked him gently. Without a word, he nodded and hopped down from Ronan’s lap, running off without hesitation. Whatever was about to go down, I didn’t want him witnessing it. My children didn’t need to see this side of me. But Astrid? She was
LISA'S POV“Lisa,” Gemma calls out between breaths, finally catching up to me. She grabs my wrist, breathing heavily. I have to fight every instinct in my body to keep walking. “Lisa, please,” she pleads, pulling me with force, making me stop in my tracks.“Can we just talk for a moment?” I don’t know why she’s following me. Astrid didn’t fully explain things, but even though she didn’t recognize me before, she definitely does now. And if she recognizes me, I don’t see why Gemma is chasing after me right now.“We don’t have anything to talk about. Everything that needed to be said has been said, in there” I reply, motioning toward the dining room with my head.“No,” she insists, her tone resolute. “What was said in there was nothing. It wasn’t a civil conversation. Astrid just showed how much of a wolf she is and none of her human side. I can’t even imagine how you must be feeling right now. I want to clear things up please.” Desperation is written all over her face, her eyes red and
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...
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