Semua Bab No Strings Attached: My Brother’s Best Friend : Bab 81 - Bab 90

Caden’s POVThe carefully carved wood of the staff glowed faintly, an ominous aura clinging to it like a shroud. Its history was etched in tales of punishment and fear, and even the sight of it made my wolf recoil. My breath hitched in my throat; nothing good had ever come from that staff, a relic of a darker time.The booming resonance of Ronan’s voice echoed through the sterile, white hallways of the hospital. “Caden Walker,” he declared, each word heavy with finality, “You are hereby sentenced to imprisonment. You will await trial according to the laws of the Silver Moon Pack of Silver Lake. Guards, take him.”“No!” I shouted, the word torn from my throat, raw with desperation. “Please, Ronan. At least let me stay. I need to know how she is—how the baby is.” My voice cracked, the vulnerability of it making me cringe. I hated sounding so small, so helpless, but the fear for Lila and our child removed any concern for my own pride.Ronan’s expression, already dark and stormy, inten

Emily's POVThe cold hospital corridor felt like it stretched on forever as I walked away to answer Reuben's call. His name flashing on my screen used to bring a smile to my face. But since I found out that he was sneaking on my friend with Ethan, I somehow began to agree with the Frost family that he was up to no good. Now, his call only made my stomach twist with unease. I pressed the phone to my ear, bracing myself.“Reuben,” I said softly. “What’s up?”His voice, casual and unconcerned, came through the line. “Hey, babe. So, uh, can you send me some money? I… kinda ran out.”For a moment, I was silent, the words sinking in. My chest tightened, not with surprise—I’d heard this request too many times before—but with a growing ache.“Money?” I repeated, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “Is that all I am to you, Reuben? A purse you can call whenever you need to refill?”“Come on, Emily,” he replied, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. “Don’t say it like

Caden’s POVThe room froze as Lila’s voice cut through the tension. Her tone was soft, yet it carried the weight of a command that made both Ronan and me pause mid-breath. I turned toward her, and Ronan did the same. It was almost comical, the way we both stopped as if she had snapped a leash around our necks.“Are you alright?” we asked in unison, our voices overlapping in a strange harmony of concern. The irony wasn’t lost on me—two men who were moments away from tearing each other apart, now united in worry for the same woman.She shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “How can I be alright? When the two men I love most are about to rip each other apart because of me?”The air thickened with her words. My chest tightened at her declaration, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on the warmth spreading through me at hearing her say she loved me. I glanced at Ronan, whose frown deepened, his jaw working as if to chew through the situation.“Lila…” I began, stepping closer,

Caden’s POVI made my way to the reception area of the private ward following Ronan's scent. He was standing there as though he was expecting me.It felt like I was standing in front of a storm. Ronan’s grey eyes bore into mine, a palpable wave of anger radiating from him as if he were barely restraining his wolf. His fists clenched at his sides, his towering frame adding to the oppressive energy in the room. For once, I wasn’t sure if I’d walk out of this meeting unscathed, but for Lila, I’d take whatever he threw my way.“You’ve crossed a line, Caden.” His voice was low, steady, and all the more menacing for it. It wasn’t a shout, but the weight behind his words hit me harder than any punch could have.“I know,” I admitted, holding his gaze. “And I’d cross it again if it meant being with her.”He took a step closer, his wolf barely contained beneath his skin. “You don’t get to make that choice. She’s my sister. My younger sister. Do you have any idea what kind of danger you’re put

EmilyA YEAR LATER..“Just one more fucking click and I’m out of this war zone!” I yelled as I swatted away a pesty fly.I could not believe that I had to take as many pictures as a hundred to satisfy my new supervisor. He is so fucking demanding than the last director. Sadly, Mr Hickens, my old director, got demoted for being lazy and laid back at work. Thanks to me and a few others. I sighed. Last year was a whole lot.It was strange to think that just a year ago, I had been so entangled with Reuben, that son of a bitch who only saw me as his piggy bank. It is so unlike him to have just pestered me for a while and stopped. I was glad hoping he had moved on, but I was wrong. It was a ploy he thought would make me miss him and get back to him. “Fucking narcissist.” I muttered under my breath.I crouched by a cluster of wildflowers, their vibrant purples and yellows catching my eye. Framing them carefully through the lens, I snapped a few shots. The crisp click of the shutter was