Estella entered Stanley's office with a determined look on her face, her eyes shining with an unyielding resolve. She took a deep breath and approached Stanley, who was sitting behind his large mahogany desk, his brow furrowed in deep concentration."Stanley," she began, her voice steady yet filled with conviction, "I have a proposition for you. I believe it's time for Lucy and me to take a run in the woods. She needs to reconnect with nature, feel the freedom of the wind against her skin."Stanley's eyes widened with concern. "Estella, you know how protective I am of Lucy. It's not safe out there. I can't bear the thought of something happening to her."Estella placed a comforting hand on his arm, her gaze unwavering. "I understand your concerns, Stanley. But Lucy needs this. She needs to find herself, to remember who she truly is. Trust me, I won't let anything happen to her. We'll take precautions."Stanley sighed, torn between his overwhelming desire to keep Lucy safe and Estella'
Lucy stood before Maddie, her eyes searching Maddie's face for any glimmer of recognition. But her mind remained blank, devoid of any memories of their past. It was as if a veil had been drawn over her recollections, obscuring the connection they once shared.Maddie's voice trembled as she tried to reach out to Lucy, her words carrying the weight of their lost bond. She spoke of shared moments, of laughter and tears, of the friendship they had once cherished. But each word fell upon deaf ears, finding no foothold in Lucy's consciousness.Lucy's brows furrowed in confusion, her eyes reflecting a deep sense of bewilderment. She strained her mind, desperately grasping at fragments of memory that remained frustratingly out of reach. She searched for the familiar threads that would tie her to Maddie, to their shared history, but all she found was an empty abyss.The silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the sound of their uneven breaths. Maddie's eyes brimmed with unshed tears,
Stanley's face contorted with anger as he stood before Estella, his eyes burning with fury. The betrayal he felt coursed through his veins, threatening to consume him. He couldn't believe that his own sister had orchestrated such a reckless act, jeopardizing everything he had worked for."You dare defy me, Estella?" he seethed, his voice dripping with venom. "After all I have done for you, this is how you repay me? By interfering in my affairs, have you lost your f*cking mind?!"Estella met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of guilt and defiance. "Stanley, just calm down," she pleaded, her voice trembling slightly. "It's nothing. I just….""Don't you dare!..." he growled, throwing a alap across her face, releasing his Alpha aura almost at the same time. "Ask me to calm down."Stanley's nostrils flared as his rage intensified. He took a step closer to Estella, his voice laced with menace. "You have no idea what you've done," he spat, his words punctuated by seething anger.Estel
Darren stood before Stanley, his eyes filled with a mix of anguish and anger. He had suspected Stanley's involvement in Lucy's disappearance, and now that the truth was laid bare before him, he couldn't contain his emotions any longer. The bond of friendship that had once tied them together was now strained, tested by the painful revelation."You did this, Stanley," Darren's voice trembled with a mixture of hurt and accusation. "You took her away from us. How could you do this?"Stanley met Darren's gaze head-on, his expression unyielding. He knew the confrontation was inevitable, and he had prepared himself for it. There was a coldness in his eyes, a steel resolve that seemed to dull any hint of remorse. He didn't flinch in the face of Darren's anger but instead stood tall, his voice steady as he responded."Yes, Darren. I did," Stanley's tone was calm, almost dismissive. "I took her away because she belongs with me. We are mates, destined to be together. And it's time you accept tha
Stanley's heart pounded in his chest as he stood there, his lips still tingling from the kiss he had just shared with Lucy. He had known the risks of being involved with a married woman, but he couldn't help himself. Love had taken hold of him, blinding him to the consequences. Even with Darren standing there and threatening him, he felt a bit jittery within but he couldn't let it show.Darren, had suspected Stanley had a hand in all this, but witnessing them exchange that intimate moment ignited a rage within him that he could no longer contain. His face twisted into a contorted mask of fury as he stormed toward them, his steps heavy and purposeful."Woah! You wouldn't want to come any further, or I'll have my guards throw you out right away.""Then try it!" He smiled evily at Stanley who knew so well what he was capable of doing."Darren" Stanley said grabbing Lucy by her side and pushing her back. "You better get out!""Lucy! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Darren bellowe
Lucy's days turned into a haze of despair and anguish as she found herself confined within the walls of her imprisonment. Her heart, once filled with love and longing for Stanley, now overflowed with a deep hatred towards Darren. Her cries reverberated through the cold, unforgiving walls, a desperate plea for freedom and to be reunited with the one she believed to be her true mate.Day after day, Lucy's tears stained her cheeks. In the depths of her confinement, she replayed memories of Stanley's touch, his voice, and their shared moments of passion. Each memory intensified her longing, fueling her determination to escape the clutches of Darren's control.Her voice echoed in the empty room, her pleas merging with the sound of her sobs. "Let me out! I need to see Stanley! Darren, you can't keep me here!" Her voice cracked with desperation, a raw expression of her shattered spirit.But the walls remained unyielding, trapping her in a world of darkness and sorrow. Time became an enemy, s
Darren held a bouquet of her favorite flowers tightly in his hand as he approached Lucy's room. He had hoped that this small gesture would help mend the broken pieces of their relationship, that it would be a symbol of his love and dedication to her. With a deep breath, he knocked on the door, his heart filled with a mix of hope and trepidation.As the door swung open, Lucy's eyes met his, but instead of the warmth and affection he longed to see, they were filled with anger and defiance. Her voice lashed out at him, filled with venomous words that pierced his soul. He stood there, silently absorbing her insults, his grip on the flowers tightening with every word."I don't want your stupid flowers! Take them away!" she yelled, her voice cracking with anger and frustration.Darren's heart sank, but he refused to let her rejection deter him. He knew deep down that her anger stemmed from a place of pain and confusion. With a calmness he didn't feel, he gently pushed the flowers toward her
As darkness settled over the quiet room, Darren found himself alone with his thoughts. The events of the day weighed heavily on his heart, and he couldn't shake the restlessness that gnawed at his very core. Tossing and turning in his bed, he grappled with the decision of whether to confront Lucy once more, to see with his own eyes the truth that had been whispered behind closed doors.Images of Lucy's anguished face flashed through his mind, each one etching deeper into his consciousness. The memories of their shared laughter, their tender moments, seemed to mock him, reminding him of what they had lost. He yearned for the connection they had once shared, the love that had bound them together, but now it felt like a distant dream slipping further from his grasp.Darren's fingers clenched and unclenched, his mind a swirling storm of conflicting emotions. Should he approach Lucy, risking her fury and the torment that lay in her words? Or should he stay away, trusting that the council w