Chapter 54 ADRIAN’S P.O.V. It had been two weeks. Two agonizing weeks since Teresa, in that quiet, graceful way of hers, had asked me—no, gently requested me—to “respect her personal space.” Her words had been polite, almost delicate, and yet they’d cut right through me. And here I was now,
Chapter 53 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. It had been nearly five months since Teresa disappeared, and any semblance of patience I once had had disappeared long ago, replaced by a raw, consuming need to find her. Her absence was a wound that refused to heal, an ache I couldn’t ignore. Every trace
Chapter 52 TERESA’S P.O.V. The last two weeks had been… quiet. Unsettlingly quiet, really. It was as if Adrian had vanished from my life entirely. I’d gone back to my usual routine—grocery runs, work, and the occasional walk in the park to clear my head. The empty spaces where Adrian
Chapter 51 TERESA’S P.O.V. The next morning started off like any other, but there was a gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach that I couldn’t shake. As soon as I opened my eyes, I sensed something was… off. And then, as I got out of bed, it hit
Chapter 50 TERESA’S P.O.V. A soft but insistent knock on my door tugged me from the hazy grip of sleep. That had to be Adrian; no one else had come to my place so early in the month and half I’d been living here. I sleepily blinked at the clock—8
Chapter 49 ADRIAN’S P.O.V. As I strode through the grand iron gates of my estate, the familiar silence wrapped around me like a shroud. I stepped into the lowly lit, cavernous halls of the house, feeling the weight of my thoughts pressing down on me. Though I was immune to
Chapter 48 TERESA’S P.O.V. It was early the next morning, Sunday morning to be exact, the sun barely filtered through the curtains when I heard a soft knock on my door. Groggy and still trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, I struggled to lift myself out of bed.
Chapter 47 TERESA’S P.O.V. One and a half months into my new life in this tiny, tucked-away valley, I was still adjusting to the quiet, remote solitude—taking each day as it came, just me, my thoughts, and the occasional clumsy squirrel bumping around outside. But just when I thought I’d
Chapter 46 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I stood in front of the mirror, taking a slow, measured breath. My fingers moved to straighten my collar, my movements tense, deliberate. I must have adjusted it three times already, but it still didn’t feel right. My reflection stared back at me—a man hardened by
Chapter 45 TERESA’S P.O.V. Kneeling in the grass, my hands covered in the dry dust of the earth, I was lost in the quiet sanctuary of the valley. It had only been three weeks since I’d come to this small, hidden town tucked between rugged mountains. This was my refuge,
Chapter 44 ADRIAN’S P.O.V. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve wandered through these woods, each step familiar yet ever-changing in its own way. The cool night air wove through the trees like a soft whisper, and the earthy scent of moss, wet leaves, and damp soil clung to
Chapter 43 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. I had locked myself away in my room for more than a week—a week of silence, solitude, and the kind of deep emptiness that felt like it would stretch on forever. I willingly put myself back in that prison I swore I’d never enter again the
Chapter 42 LUCIAN P.O.V. The ache was unbearable. Three months had crawled by, each one more painful than the last, as if something was clawing at my chest from the inside. Rylan had warned me several times that breaking the mate bond was the deepest pain a werewolf could endure,
Chapter 41 TERESA’S P.O.V. Leaving the city I’d called home for twenty-five years felt surreal, as if I were trapped in some feverish dream fueled by desperation, terror, and the faintest glimmer of hope. I’d built my entire life there—my memories, my connections, my identity—and yet, here I was, abandoning
Chapter 40 TERESA’S P.O.V. It had to be Lucian. I couldn’t think of anyone else who despised me as much as he did. And besides, he was the only one with a motive. Maybe he found out about the babies and decided I wasn’t worthy to carry his children. Maybe
Chapter 39 TERESA’S P.O.V. The city lights shimmered through my apartment window, it brighten up my apartment in a way that somehow felt mocking. My gaze was fixed on the horizon, where the neon signs and headlights blurred into a quiet dance, their brightness contrasting the ache in my chest.
Chapter 38 TERESA’S P.O.V. The next morning, I woke up with a strange heaviness in my chest, a whisper of doubt that seemed to have taken root overnight. It was as though a cloud hovered over me, drawing shadows on my thoughts, but I forced myself to shake it off.
Chapter 37 TERESA’S P.O.V. A dull ache throbbed in my temples as I blinked, adjusting to the unfamiliar surroundings. The sterile scent of antiseptic filled the air, mingling with the subtle hum of machinery nearby. I realized I was lying on a hospital bed, with soft, crinkled sheets beneath me.
Chapter 36 LUCIAN’S P.O.V. It had been two long months since I’d told Teresa to leave my estate—and my life. I thought I’d feel…what? Relief, maybe? The kind of peace that comes from sticking to a tough choice. But peace was the last thing I found. Ares was gone, at
Chapter 35 TERESA’S P.O.V. The cool morning air seemed to cling to my skin, a fleeting comfort that vanished the moment I stepped into the boutique. Inside, the soft glow of early light filtered through the large glass windows, drawing gentle shadows across neatly hung racks of clothes and displays.