Alexis POV I let out a long, slow breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over me as Khalid finally left the room. For a moment there, I thought he was going to ask me about what I was drawing. The fear of being caught had sent my heart racing, but now, as I glanced at the closed door, I realized I had been overthinking things. Khalid hadn’t said a word about my artwork, and I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. I had been working on this drawing for weeks, pouring my heart and soul into it. It was a personal piece, depicting my innermost thoughts and emotions. Sharing it with anyone felt like exposing a vulnerable part of myself, and I wasn’t ready for that. But still, a part of me wondered if Khalid would appreciate it. He had always shown an interest in art, often discussing various techniques and artists with me during our conversations. As I sat back in my chair, I allowed my gaze to drift towards the drawing resting on my desk. The lines and colors
Khalid POVAs I walked out of the room, a frown creased my brow. Alexis’s behavior had struck me as peculiar, but try as I might, I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it meant. Alexis behaviour was quite strange and I couldn’t shake off the feeling Thoughts swirled in my mind, attempting to decipher the enigma that she presented, but they remained elusive, slipping through my grasp like sand.I replayed the scene in my head, searching for clues, for any hint of what was going on behind Alexis’s guarded expression. Was there something she was hiding? Had I missed a subtle change in her demeanor? My mind tirelessly sifted through memories, desperately trying to make sense of it all.But no matter how hard I thought, nothing substantial emerged. It was as if I was grasping at shadows, chasing after phantoms that vanished as soon as they materialized. Alexis’s behavior simply defied explanation, leaving me feeling perplexed and somewhat uneasy.I prided myself on my ability to read
Alexis’s POVI put the finishing touches on the drawing, my hands trembling with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The layouts and strategies were complete, a roadmap to the heart of the pack’s vulnerabilities. This was the culmination of our plan, the moment of truth.As I folded the paper carefully, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of nervous energy. The weight of what we were about to do pressed upon me, but I was resolute. Megan’s betrayal had left a deep wound in my heart, and I found myself pondering a decision that would serve as my retaliation. The pain she caused fueled my determination to take action, to show her that I wouldn’t be defeated.Gazing at the drawing on my desk, I clenched my fists, the lines and colors seeming to reflect the anger that burned within me. Megan had crossed a line, and now it was my turn to strike back. I convinced myself that giving Aron the map to the pack’s vulnerabilities was the perfect way to expose Megan’s wrongdoings and regain my lov
Megan POV I paced back and forth in the room, a sense of unease gnawing at my insides. I had this inexplicable feeling that something significant was about to happen, and the absence of Khalid only intensified my restlessness. I had tried inquiring with the maids and guards, but none of them seemed to know where he was. It was as if he had vanished into thin air.I glanced at the clock, its steady ticking reminding me of the passing time. Each minute felt like an eternity, and the uncertainty weighed heavily on my shoulders. What could be keeping Khalid? Why hadn’t he returned yet?I searched my mind, grasping at any possible explanation for his absence. Was he caught up in a meeting or engaged in an urgent matter? Perhaps he had encountered an unexpected obstacle or lost track of time. The possibilities swirled in my head, but none of them provided solace.As I continued to wait, my impatience grew, intertwined with a worry that I couldn’t shake off. My footsteps echoed in the em
Khalid POVI stood in the midst of a heated argument with the elders, the tension thick in the air. We clashed over the matter concerning Meghan, her actions causing a ripple of discontent within the pack. I fought passionately for her, believing in her worth and the strength of our connection. But the elders remained steadfast in their judgment, their voices rising with each passing moment.Just as the argument reached its crescendo, the door to the room swung open with a force that startled us all. A maid, breathless and wide-eyed, rushed into the midst of our dispute. The elders were quick to scold her, their anger seeping through their voices. But something within me told me to halt their reproach.“Wait,” I interjected, my voice firm yet measured. “What is it that you need to tell me?”The maid hesitated, her eyes darting between me and the elders. Her urgency was evident, and I sensed there was something important she needed to convey.“It’s Meghan,” she finally spoke, her v
Alexis POVAs I stood there, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions, Meghan’s words echoed in my ears.She claimed that Khalid loved her, that their connection ran deep.But I couldn’t bring myself to accept it, to believe that Khalid’s heart belonged to her. It felt impossible, incomprehensible.“How could he love her?” I whispered to myself, my voice tinged with bitterness. “He hardly knows her. I’ve known him for years, been by his side through thick and thin. How could he feel such a strong bond with someone he’s only just met?”My mind raced, searching for answers, for any explanation that would align with my reality.I clung to the belief that my connection with Khalid was irreplaceable, that our history together should outweigh any fleeting connection he may have formed with Meghan.But doubt crept in, its insidious whispers chipping away at my conviction. What if Meghan had somehow managed to captivate Khalid’s heart?What if their connection was deeper than
Khalid POVI looked at Alexis and I was worried. She looked troubled and I wanted to help her. But I knew she was fiercely independent and she valued her privacy. I didn’t want to push her too hard and make her withdraw further.I tried to reason with myself. Maybe she was just stressed about Megan’s disappearance. After all, this situation has taken a toll on all of us.But I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was going on. I could sense it in her eyes and in the way her heart was racing.I wanted to talk to her, to ask her what was wrong. But I knew she wouldn’t tell me if I wasn’t careful.So I decided to just wait. I would keep an eye on her and I would be there for her if she needed me.I knew that Alexis was a strong person. She could handle whatever was going on. But I also knew that she needed my support.“Something’s not right,” I thought to myself, the worry building within me.“Why does she seem so unsettled? What could be troubling her?”I would do whatever it
Khalid POVAs Alexis and I sat on a bench outside, seeking comfort in each other’s company, a guard approached, holding a letter in his hands.His expression was grave, his eyes filled with a mixture of urgency and concern. Sensing the weight of the situation, I took the letter from his trembling hands, my heart pounding in my chest.I froze as I read the words scrawled across the page aloud, each words striking a chord of fear within me.The contents of the letter revealed the unspeakable—the kidnappers had taken Meghan, and they were holding her captive. Time was ticking, and the stakes couldn’t be higher.A rush of emotions surged through me—fear, anger, and a gnawing sense of helplessness. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing Meghan.The person who had won my heart and woven her presence into every corner of my being.She was my love, my reason for being, and the idea of her suffering in the hands of ruthless kidnappers ate at my soul.My hands were trembling, and a cold sweat br