Kane's POVI reached the door, exhaling a heavy sigh just as something crashed against it from behind. A splash of liquid trickled down the wooden surface, pooling at my feet. The sharp scent of whiskey filled the air—a drink wasted in a petty act of frustration. I glanced over my shoulder to see Co
Chase POVI stood in the doorway, watching Connie as she processed Kane's words. Millions of emotions washed over her face, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. Her expression shifted from confusion to anger to something I couldn't quite place—hurt, maybe? Thor grumbled insi
Chase POVI whipped my head around, my heart racing, and there was Astaroth, lounging lazily on a lavish red velvet sofa. It was the kind of setup you'd expect in some grand, twisted palace—extravagant and disturbing at the same time. He was watching me like someone watches their favourite show, a d
Adam's POVSitting on the edge of the bed, I watched Lottie sleep. The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast gentle shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her cheek and the flutter of her dark eyelashes against her skin. Her breaths were slow and steady, a soothing rhythm that mome
Kane's POV"Look, mate," I began, trying to keep my frustration in check."I'm not your mate," Adam scoffed, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery intensity. The anger radiating from him was almost palpable."You can stay in the room. I don't want to be alone with her," I offered, hoping he'd see
Lottie's POV(Ten Minutes Earlier)I stirred to the sound of creaking just outside the room. My eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by sheer exhaustion. I tried to ignore it, pulling the quilt tighter around me. My body ached in places I didn't know could hurt, a dull throb that echoed the turmoil in m
Chase's POV"Look, Chase, I get you don't like her. She is a monumental bitch and..." Astaroth's voice trailed off abruptly. His eyes narrowed, knitting together as if he'd just noticed something perplexing. I frowned, confused not only by his sudden silence but by the shift in his demeanour. What c
Lottie POVWe must have been walking nearly fifteen minutes, yet the air grew colder as we descended further. The damp scent of earth and stone filled my nostrils, mingling with the stale odour of neglect. Water dripped somewhere in the distance, the sound amplified in the silence. The walls were sl