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
"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
Bas POV"Is there something you'd like to share with me?" I inquired, my gaze probing Roger's eyes for any hidden truths. "Just the usual, nothing new," he replied, his voice carrying an undercurrent of fear that clung to the air like an unspoken secret. It was a haunting reminder of my father's teachings, instilling in us the belief that we were superior beings, predators navigating a world meant for prey."You know I won't lie to you," Roger stammered, his eyes reflecting the fear that words failed to convey. A supposed leader of humans, he fidgeted in our presence, a puppet whose strings were pulled by a force stronger than himself."What a weakling," Austin scoffed, his disdain evident as he nodded in reluctant agreement that Roger might indeed be telling the truth."We should report to the alpha," I subtly nodded, acknowledging the unspoken decision."Nice chatting, Mr. President," Austin said with a mocking toneAs we left the room, her father stood at the entrance, his gaze mee