Becca POV The bright light filtered through my curtains as I gently turned on my bed, a smile spreading across my face as I saw a sleepy Bas beside me.He looked so peaceful when he slept.Being this close to him, I could see every detail of his face, studying him as if I were seeing him for the first time.He was extremely handsome that it made my heart skip again. With gentle fingers, I traced the contours of his face, taking in every curve and line.I couldn’t believe what had happened. It felt like a dream, one I didn’t want to wake up from. But when Bas wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me close, I knew it wasn’t a dream.“You should be sleeping,” he murmured, his breath tickling my ear. I couldn’t help but smile. “Well, you can’t blame me… it’s not my fault you’re so handsome,” I teased, earning a sleepy chuckle from him.His embrace tightened, drawing me in as he nestled his chin against the top of my head. We lay there in silence, the only sound the rhythmic beat
Becca POV"Becca? Becca? Rebecca?" I heard my name, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked down and realized I was so engrossed with my thoughts I had completely forgotten about the coffee machine, and thanks to that, coffee spilled all over the floor."Are you okay?" Joe asked as he got some rags to clean the counter, while I scrambled to get the mop stick."You've been spacing out... Look, if you need a day off, I can...""No, Joe, I'm okay. I'm sorry, just got distracted," I said, trying to shake off the feeling of being lost in my thoughts."Okay, but please try not to get distracted again," he said as he walked out of the kitchen.With a sigh, I started cleaning the floor. The truth was, ever since the revelation from Bas, my mind had been a jungle of endless thoughts. There had to be a way, I thought, bringing out my phone. I surfed the internet, hoping for even the slightest clue, but there was none.With a heavy sigh, I retrieved the mop and began cleaning the floor. The
Becca POVI watched in complete shock as Ravi and Naomi sat down at the table, my eyes trailing on her until she was seated. Was this actually real? How did it make sense that the one person Bas had been searching for just suddenly appeared in front of me?Was she really the one? I thought, studying her face carefully. Yes, she had to be. The resemblance was too striking for it to just be some look-alike. I had to find out more.The table was filled with laughter as Ravi told some embarrassing stories. Now was my chance."So, how did you guys meet?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.Their faces both lit up as they stared at each other before looking back at me."We first met in Italy," Ravi began, his eyes twinkling with fond memories. "Mum was having a conference, and she suggested I tag along, and I'm glad I did because I may have never met someone as amazing as you," he said, his hand gently intertwining with Naomi's, their fingers fitting perfectly together."And fast forward three ye
Bas POVI heard his voice, and I knew I should have stayed indoors, but deep down, I knew he would find out about us sooner or later. It was better now than later, so I stepped out. As I walked into the room, our eyes locked, and I could see the anger burning in his gaze, filled with hate and detest. Becca, confused as to why he had stopped talking, turned her face, her expression dropping to fear. Quickly, she turned back to him, trying to explain, but he didn't listen. I watched as she ran after him."Ravi, wait, please..." Becca's voice trembled as she pleaded, but he ignored her, striding ahead."Ravi, would you just hear me out?" She raised her voice, desperation evident in her tone. Ravi stopped abruptly, turning to face her. His expression was a mix of frustration and disappointment. "What is there to hear? I pretty much know it all," Ravi said, his words cutting through the tense air. "Ravi..." Becca's voice dropped to a whisper, her heart pounding so loudly it felt like it
Becca POVI lay on my back, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of Ravi's words echoing in my mind, refusing to let me find any peace or sleep. Why did we always have to fight? I wished he could just understand me. And then there was Bas, disappearing again without a word, ignoring my texts. I reached for my phone, hoping for a message from him, but there was nothing. I could lie in bed all day, but I had promised to see Lola today, so reluctantly, I dragged myself up, forcing myself to shower and get dressed. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel like a mess—both inside and out. My hair was a tangled mess, so I pulled it back into a messy ponytail, and I attempted to cover up the bags under my eyes with a bit of makeup. "You'll be fine," I whispered to myself, forcing a fake smile as I tried to convince myself that everything would be okay."Hey, you!" Lola's voice echoed with excitement as she waved at me from across the parking lot. I returned the g
They say the day a mother gives birth is like unlocking a treasure chest of infinite wonders. Each precious moment sparkles with the uniqueness of a new life, making it a day as extraordinary as the universe itself. My mother always told me that I was her greatest gift."Look at her, George," my mother murmured, her voice a melody of affection. "Our little Rebecca, a gift from the heavens.""She's perfect," my father declared, his eyes locking onto me. In that moment, everything felt just right. After a decade of hoping and waiting, the sound of a baby's cry filled the room, but not just any baby their baby, their precious child. Things were finally taking a turn in their favor.But joy is often fleeting, as we were about to discover.His footsteps reverberated through the hallway, each resonating thud announcing his impending arrival. The echoes weren't just in the hallway but in the hearts of those within."Such a beautiful baby," he remarked with a smirk, his voice a chilling melo
"No, no, no," Lola, my best friend, barged into the room as I lay on my bed. "What are you wearing?" she asked."My pajamas," I replied, my voice muffled by the pillow."Come on, Becca, it's your 18th birthday. You can't mope around all day doing nothing." Lola wasn't taking no for an answer, and today, of all days, I was not in the mood for a celebration.I wasn't a fan of birthdays; they felt more like ticking time bombs. It wasn't like anything special would happen. As my birthday approached, it drew nearer to the day I met my fate. Dread lingered, but I wasn't scared. I had trained all my life for this moment, and I couldn't wait to stab Sebastian straight in the heart.Lola, undeterred by my gloomy disposition, held up two different dresses. "This or this?"I sighed, reluctantly lifting my head. "Lola, you know I hate parties.""Yeah, but you're going to love this one. Unlike your other birthdays, you should go out sometimes and have fun. So, no excuse you are going out.""She's
The air hung heavy as I drove away from the party. Deep down, I knew this was a terrible idea. I should have stayed indoors, perhaps focused on training or delving into research to find a way to end the werewolves. However, against my better judgment, I succumbed to Lola's insistence. It wasn't her fault; I couldn't blame her. It was all the werewolves' fault, and that's precisely why I had to put an end to this. Clenching the steering wheel, I accelerated into the city, heading towards the one place that offered solace – home.Upon arriving, I slipped into the house but froze at the sound of my mom's gentle sobs."I'm sorry; I promised I wasn't going to cry," she confessed, wiping away her tears."It's okay, honey," my dad consoled her. "We have to be strong for her."My chest felt constricted, as if I couldn't breathe. I couldn't let them see me in this vulnerable state. Quietly, I slipped away, stumbling upon something as I did. Looking up, I sighed in relief that my parents hadn't