Becca's POV"I would like to thank everyone who honored my invitation," Darius began, his deep voice resonating through the hall."You all must be wondering, what is this occasion for? Darius isn't one to throw a party unannounced," he said, pausing to scan the crowd, which was filled with curious and eager faces."But I will answer your question. I am a man of dignity. I value respect, loyalty, and bravery. So, not to bore you all with my long speech..."The room fell silent, anticipation hanging thick in the air."Tonight, we celebrate one among us, my faithful subject... Joe."The hall erupted with applause, and there stood Joe, his face a mix of confusion and pride. Though he didn't know why he was being honored, Joe took it upon himself to accept the recognition. Straightening his shoulders, he walked toward Darius with a newfound sense of importance."Thank you, Alpha Darius, for this great reward. I promise to serve you to my very end," Joe said, his voice steady.Darius looked
Bas POVI watched her car drive off, the taillights fading into the night. A pain gnawed at my heart, knowing she was suffering but pretending not to. Did I think Joe deserved what he got? Yes, of course. He caused us so much pain. But I wished she had told me, then I would have taken care of it, and she wouldn't be feeling so guilty.I sighed. How could things go from great to worse in just a split second?Turning, I saw Aubrey standing there, looking at me. The pain in her eyes was unmistakable. She needed an explanation.The car ride home was quiet and unbearably long. Aubrey, who was always chatty, remained silent, staring out the window as we drove. She must have really been hurt, I thought, all because of me.When we got home, Aubrey walked out without saying a word, slamming the door behind her. As much as she was mad, I knew it was important we talk, so I followed her inside."Aubrey, I'm sorry," I said, my voice soft and sincere.She sat by the mirror, cleaning off her makeup
Bas POV"Morning," Aubrey said as she walked into the kitchen. She smiled at me, pretending like nothing had happened the previous night. That was a habit I had noticed about her, a way of brushing past the difficult moments as if they had never occurred."I made breakfast," she said, placing a plate of pancakes on the table. Tom was already seated, devouring his food."Can we talk?" I asked."After breakfast," she replied, sitting down to eat. I joined them, the quiet clink of our cutlery against the plates the only sound filling the room.Despite the silence, it was as if Tom could sense the tension between us. As soon as he finished eating, he excused himself, leaving us alone."Thank you," I said once I was done, getting up to clear the dishes."Let me," Aubrey said, standing to take the plates to the sink."I'm leaving," I said.She paused, turning to look at me, confusion clouding her eyes. "Leaving where?""I'm moving back to my house," I clarified."Oh, the pack house," she sa
Becca's POV"Hey buddy," I said softly, staring at Ravi's grave. The stone was cold and unyielding, but it held so much of my heart."It's me again," I continued, my voice wavering. I felt a lump in my throat, and my words seemed to get stuck. I turned to look at Bas, who stood a few feet away, giving me the space I needed to say my final goodbye to Ravi. His presence was comforting, a silent support. He gave me a small nod, his eyes conveying the encouragement I needed.You can do this.I turned back to Ravi's grave, a bittersweet smile forming on my face as I wiped away the tears that had slipped down my cheeks."We did it, Ravi," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "Joe's finally gone." I clutched the flowers tightly in my hands, the stems bending under my grip."And I'm so happy that you finally got your vengeance, but..." My voice cracked, the raw emotions bubbling up to the surface. "I feel guilty, Ravi. It's like there's this unbearable pain stuck in my chest." I paus
Becca's POV"Mum?" I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper."What are you doi..." My words trailed off as my mother pushed past me, ignoring my attempt to stop her.SLAP.The loud sound of my mother's palm colliding with Bas’s cheek echoed through the apartment. My eyes widened in shock, and I took a step forward, ready to confront her, but my words caught in my throat."How dare you!" she yelled, glaring at him with fury. "You promised you’d never come back."What?!"Haven't you done enough?" she screamed, her voice filled with anger and pain.Bas remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floor as my mother continued to berate him. Her hand raised again, poised to strike, but I was quicker. I grabbed her wrist, stopping her mid-air."That's enough," I said, my voice stern as I looked her in the eye. Her wide eyes met mine, filled with shock and disbelief."Bas, can you give us a minute?" I asked, still holding my mother's wrist."Becca..." he began, concern evident in his voice."J
Bas POVDays had passed since Becca's confrontation with her mom, and she hadn't spoken about it since. I had tried to bring it up, but she always pushed it away, insisting she was fine. But I knew Becca—she wasn't fine."I'm off to Lola's place. Her bachelorette party's coming up," Becca said, slipping into her dress. I walked up to her and helped with her zipper, my fingers lingering on the small of her back."Have fun," I said, pressing a gentle kiss to her back. "And tell Lola I said hi."She turned to face me, a smile on her lips. It was the same smile she always gave me, warm and reassuring, but her eyes told a different story. They held a sadness, a heaviness that she couldn't hide."I love you," she said softly, capturing my lips in a quick peck."I love you too," I replied, my voice filled with as much warmth as I could muster.I watched her as she left, the door closing softly behind her. The room felt emptier without her presence, and I sighed, running a hand through my ha
Bas POVI glanced at the gun held tightly in George's hands and then back to his glaring eyes. He was pissed—so pissed I could see a vein pop up on his forehead."I know you blame me for everything that has happened to your daughter, and that's okay. You can blame me," I began, my voice steady despite the tension in the air."Hate me all you want, but please don't let go of Becca."I could see their expressions softening as I spoke, the hard edges of their anger beginning to melt away."She acts like she's okay, but I can see it in her eyes—she's scared," I said, my gaze falling on Laura. "She needs her parents.""It didn't seem that way the other day," Laura spoke, her voice trembling. "We tried our best to always be there for her, but despite everything, we still failed her. We couldn't even protect her, and it haunts us. But how...how could she still be with you?" Her voice cracked with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes.I took a careful step forward, but George was quick, pull
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