DylanWhen Cherry tumbled to the floor, her face contorted with pain. My heart ached for some unknown reason.“Cherry!” I cried out, trying to go over to cuddle her.“What the hell is happening to her? Someone go get a doctor!” I shouted. Just seconds ago, I was consumed by anger and resentment toward her. “W-Why am I feeling this? Why the hell am I worried about you when you had tried to kill me? On top of that, you are having an affair,” I whispered loud enough for just the two of us to hear.Cherry had this strange power over me, an irresistible magnetism that drove me to protect her, even when I didn't want to. “Dylan, just what are you doing here? Stay away from her!” Chelsea mumbled, pulling me away from Cherry. Seeing Cherry lay there, unconscious and vulnerable, I felt an odd concern and frustration.“Dylan, we'd better get a doctor over here.” Chelsea's grip on my arm tightened, her gaze never leaving me. My thoughts swirled in confusion as I looked into her eyes. “W-Wha
Cherry I sat on the cozy sofa at my father's after coming back fom hospital, feeling strange emotions as Bert and Karson settled in beside me.“You are probably sick of hearing this question over and over again, but I must ask. How are you feeling, Cherry?” Karson looked much concerned“I am not okay, obviously, but thank you and sorry that you were dragged into this mess.” “It's okay. None of what had happened was your fault. I told you already. I am right here, whenever you need me.” Karson offered a warm smile.“I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't shown up,” I stuttered, tears welling up in my eyes.“We care about you, Cherry.” Bert patted my shoulder gently.“You have us.” Bert's words hanged heavy in the air.“Cherry, I think we need to reconsider our plans,” he continued, his voice filled with worry, “it's not safe for you to stay in the Starsmoon Pack, especially with what happened tonight. Maybe it's best you quit the design competition and leave as soon as po
CherryThings were much easier with Chris and Heather coming back. I could now focus on the competition with them taking care of the pack affairs. The next few days were spent preparing my entry. It was inspired by the love story between Dylan and me, Heather's outfit I wore during our mating ceremony, and the design of our wedding ring. It was a beautiful woman's gown, a spaghetti-strap dress that shimmered like a starry night, with a glossy finish. I adorned it with numerous pure white, translucent, hand-sewn flowers.“You've been working too hard, Cherry.” Bert came over to check on me now and then. “You need to take a break.”I looked up from my sketchbook, my eyes tired but determined.“I can't stop now, Bert. This design means everything to me.”“I know it does, but you need to take care of yourself as well. You won't do your best work if you're exhausted.” He sat down beside me. I sighed, knowing he was right. Reluctantly, I closed my sketchbook and took tea from him.“Okay,
CherryThe cacophony of jeers around me was eroding my mental defenses. I caught a glimpse of Dylan's disdainful eyes, and the pain in me deepened.“Luna Cherry, is this true?” Chelsea's voice quivered as she came over and confronted me.“I-I swear, Chelsea, I didn't steal your work. I-I would never do that. My designs are my own.” I stammered.“Then how do you explain this?” Chelsea's face contorted with anger.She raised her sketchbook up high, displaying a design remarkably similar to mine.“I can't explain it, Chelsea,” I said, my voice trembling, “But, I swear I didn't do it. I have no idea what's going on here…"The crowd grew restless, the murmurs turning into a torrent of accusations.Dylan, my mate, stood silent beside Chelsea. I reached out to him, desperate for support.“Dylan, please, you have to believe me. I swore to Nuu-Chaah that I didn't steal Chelsea's works and ideas.” He shied away from my touch.“You know what? I'm really getting fed up with all your lies. When wi
CherryBefore leaving Lord Hill next morning coming, Fern asked me questions that break my heart. “Mommy, where are you going? Why am I not allowed to go with you?” She asked. I stopped packing and crouched to level my height with hers. “You know you'll have a little brother or sister soon, right? It needs special care now. Mommy has to go to a place where it'll get that care.” I tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled softly.“What about me, mommy?” “Uncle Bert will bring you over to visit me so we can be together. When you miss mommy, just tell Uncle Bert."“Okay, mommy. I'll be good, just like when you and daddy were away for your honeymoon." Fern nodded, still looking a bit uncertain. “Mommy will be back before you know it,” I whispered at Fern, hugging her tightly. As I packed up, Bert walked in the room, flashing a reassuring smile.Bert and I took Fern to school. Before getting out of the car, my daughter hugged me tightly, trying to tell me how much she didn't want to
CherryMy heart skipped a beat. Fear spiraled through my body and the only thing that I could think of was to go to Dylan right now.Bert blocked my way. “Where are you going Cherry?”“I need to see Dylan. I need to know how is he now.” I tried to walk past him, but he didn't budge.“Jason told me that Chelsea is there looking after Dylan now.”My jaw clenched at his statement.“Bert, please. Dylan is my mate. I need to be his side now...” My voice cracked, and Oliver started crying.I turned my back to Bert and rocked my body to hush Oliver.“And you'll go see Dylan with Oliver? You know we cannot let Chelsea know about Oliver!” Bert warned.“Go ahead and check on Dylan. Just give me a call as soon as you got there. And keep an eye at Chelsea too.” I held Oliver tighter in my arms, finally giving in.Bert nodded, r
Cherry In the visiting room of the police station, I was shaking when Bert finally showed up from meeting the culprit. “You know me best, Bert. You know that I would never do such a thing to Dylan. I love him, Bert. I will never hurt him...” Bert nodded at me. He wasn't suspicious of me, but there was something in his eyes that started to wreck up my nerves. “What is it? Did you talk to the culprit? What did he say? Is it someone we know?” I asked anxiously. Bert shook his head. “No. It's my first time seeing him. He is not from Lord Hills.” "Can I see and talk to him?" I needed to see the culprit and asked him to prove my innocence. “The officers consider you as the mastermind of the crime, Cherry. They won't allow you to—” Bert hesiated before talking. “But it wasn't me! I didn't order anyone to kill my mate, fuck!” I said, the last hope disappearing in my eyes. Left in despair, I hit my handcuffed hands against the wooden table. “But the police traced a transaction
DylanI was soon discharged from the hospital, and returned to the pack with Chelsea.“Welcome back home, Dylan. I'm glad that you've finally recovered.” Right after closing the door of the bedroom, Chelsea touched the bandage on my forehead gently. "I was scared. I thought that I was going to lose you again…"“How could Luna Cherry be so cruel to you?! I won't just let it go!” Then her jaw suddenly clenched in anger.“She's already paying for her deeds.” I put my hand on her cheeks. “Don't worry honey. I will visit her in prison tomorrow.”“Huh? Are you sure? What for?” Chelsea asked, obviously unprepared for my plan.“Yes. I'll go and tell her that I'll do everything in my power to make sure she will rot in jail.” I nodded, gritted my teeth.“That works for me. But what about her family?” Chelsea agreed with my plan and then asked."What do