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
Becca POVBy the time we woke up, Lola was gone, leaving behind an empty space that weighed heavily on my heart."This is all my fault," I murmuredRavi's hand found my shoulder, offering silent support. "Hey, you did what you thought was right. Lola just needs some time to process it all," he reassured me, his voice gentle and understanding.Despite his comforting words, I couldn't shake the feeling of guilt gnawing at me."We should get going," Ravi suggested, breaking the heavy silence that hung between us.As we arrived at my apartment, Ravi turned to look at me, his expression serious yet determined."I'll talk to Naomi about it," he declared."As much as I despise Bas, if there's a way to stop whatever prophecy, I'm willing to do it. I want nothing more than for you to be happy, Becks," he said earnestly.Moved by his sentiment, I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug, feeling the warmth of his embrace enveloping me like a protective shield."Thank you," I whispered, my voic
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
The room pulsed with its usual energy as Bas locked eyes with me. His gaze met mine, the ambient light casting a haunting glow on the surroundings and intensifying the tension in the air. This was the first time I stood face-to-face with the infamous Bas. I had always fantasized about this day, envisioning it ending with a bullet in his heart. Yet, here I stood, rendered hopeless and submissive to his grip a reality I detested."Do you plan on pinning me like this?" I challenged, gritting my teeth. The atmosphere crackled with an electric charge, amplifying the discomfort of our proximity.He held his ground, staring deep into my eyes. The undeniable resemblance to Darius became apparent in his tousled black hair, possibly disheveled from a restless night. His piercing gray eyes hinted at hidden depths and met mine. The way his body pressed against mine left no room for doubt about his perfectly sculpted figure. Despite the external admiration he effortlessly garnered, the complexitie