As soon as the trial ended, Dylan and I rushed to find Ezekiel. I needed to speak with Reynolds, and Ezekiel was the only one who could make it happen. I couldn't wait because I was already going crazy with questions. "Ezekiel, please." My voice trembled with desperation when we finally found him. "I have to talk to Reynolds. I need answers." Ezekiel looked at us skeptically, clearly hesitant about granting our request. "Emily, I get where you are coming from, but you have to understand that the council has its rules," he explained. "Reynolds is a dangerous man, and I don't want to risk your safety." I felt my frustration growing, my fingers curling into tight fists at my sides. "Come on Ezekiel," I begged, a sad look on my face. "This is about my parents. He killed them, Ezekiel. I need to know why. I need to know the truth.” After a moment of hesitation, Ezekiel let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, fine. I'll set it up," he agreed, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "But you'll ha
As I sat in the car with Emily, watching the way her body trembled as she cried, I felt a deep pain in my chest. The revelations we heard today had been so devastating, tearing open old wounds and exposing cruel truths that had been hidden for so long. "Should we go home?" I asked gently as my hand reached out to give hers a reassuring squeeze. Her eyes, still red from crying, met mine, and I could see the inner conflict she was experiencing. "I..." she began, her voice barely audible. "I think I would like to go see Daniel." I couldn't help but frown. "Are you sure?" I asked, worried. "You look really pale right now. Maybe we should go home and rest first. We could go to see him in the evening or even tomorrow." But she shook her head. "No, Dylan," she insisted. "I need to see him. It's my fault he's in the hospital battling for his life.” I wanted to protest, to tell her that none of this was her fault, that she was carrying more than enough on her shoulders already. But I knew
I remained in Dylan's comforting embrace, trying to calm down, but I struggled to stay calm. It was as if I was being tortured. We stayed in that position in silence, not saying a word to each other. Just as I was starting to relax, Dylan's phone suddenly beeped, pulling us both from the moment. He let go of me gently, murmuring an apology as he took out his phone from his pocket to check the notification. I turned my gaze back to Daniel, and sighed. As Dylan stood next to me, I glanced up at him, my brows furrowed with curiosity. "Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice was low and hoarse. Dylan hesitated, his eyes slightly unfocused, as if he was lost in thought. "Ah, yes, yes," he replied, his tone unconvincing. "Everything is fine.” I studied him for a moment, unconvinced by his response. There was something in the way he carried himself, a hidden tension in his posture, that betrayed his words. "What is it, Dylan?" I pressed. He paused, his gaze meeting mine, and for a moment,
After Dr. Simmons left the room, I turned my attention back to Daniel and gently took his hand in mine, my fingers trembling slightly as I spoke. "Daniel," I whispered. "Please, you have to wake up. I really need you to wake up." I held his hand tightly, silently begging him to respond, to give me any sign that he could at least hear me. But he remained still. "I'll be good to you, I promise," I continued, the words pouring out in a desperate rush. "I'll forget everything, all the hurt you've caused me. Just please, please wake up." My heart was pounding in my chest, a wild, chaotic beat that almost drowned out my own thoughts. Why did he do it? Why did he take the bullet for me? The questions swirled in my mind, demanding answers I wasn't sure I was ready to face. "Daniel," I called out softly, my fingers tightening around his. "Why did you do it? Why did you save me? You should have just…” I paused and as I looked at him, I felt a flutter in the pit of my stomach, a familiar se
The memories of last night were like a beautiful dream that I didn't want to wake up from. For eighteen years, I had waited to feel chosen, loved, and appreciated by my true mate, and now I finally felt that way. As I relived the moments of joy and romance from the night before, I felt a warm tingling sensation in my heart. I knew that my connection with Daniel was something special, something I would never forget. The moon goddess had brought us together, and I was so grateful for that. I sighed, my thoughts drifting back to the present moment. But no matter how I tried to distract myself, I couldn't stop thinking about Daniel. My mind kept replaying the moments we shared, from the first time we met to our first kiss. It was as if my whole life had been leading up to this moment, and everything before had just been preparation for what was to come.I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I knew I needed to focus on the present. As I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wa
I ran into my room and started packing my things. My head was brimming with a lot of emotions. I didn't like the feeling of dizziness that seemed to be engulfing me. My parents died and left me behind, now the moon goddess just sat still and watched my mate get stolen from me. Somebody walked into my room and my nose immediately told me it was him.I waited for him to say something, but he said nothing and just moved to the chair. He sat across it and looked at me. “Where are you going?” He asked.“Anywhere that isn't here,” I answered coldly. Deep down, I wanted him to tell me it was a prank, and that he was just testing how jealous I could be. I wanted reassurance. But at the same time, from the look on his face, I knew this was no joke. It was real. “Why would you do this to me? Why?” I asked him, tears in my eyes. “I mean, you made love to me just hours ago. You took my virginity and completed the mate bond. I mean, we had something special between us.” I cried out and Daniel
Five years later…“Victor. What are you doing here? I mean it's still so early.” I said, causing him to let out a small smile. “Well, it's not so early to help a friend out, right? I mean, I want to assist you in every way I can. You have a shift at the coffee shop later on, don't you?” He answered, walking into the living room. Keith and Kira were still having breakfast, and I was trying to pack their lunches and get them ready for drop off before heading to the small coffee shop where I worked.“Hi Kids.” Victor greeted and Keith hugged Victor, while Kira looked away and focused on her food. It was no news that Kira didn't seem so comfortable or friendly around anybody, except me.Keith was the striking resemblance of him and Kira also looked like her father in a few ways. Sometimes, I got sentimental, wondering what it would have been like being married to him, and raising the twins with him.But having moved away from the pack, and birthing my babies, I accepted it. Daniel was n
As the Alpha now, there were still many days when I felt inadequate, like I couldn't do anything right. And that wasn't helped by the fact that my arranged mate, Emma, seemed determined to make my life difficult. I had to constantly fight to keep my pack together, and she was always there, making things hard. It was even harder that I had to reminisce every single day about Emily. What I had done to her in the past. All this happening to me now felt like a repercussion.“You filthy maids, why can’t you do anything right?” I heard Emma’s loud voice and let out a deep sigh. What was with her again?I could hear Emma shouting as I left my study, and I knew she was having another one of her tantrums. She was always finding fault with the servants, no matter how hard they worked. It was as if she was determined to make their lives miserable and mine too.Just as I was about to turn and head to where I could hear her voice coming from, one of my gammas ran to me, his eyes wide and pantin