ZAYLEN The moment my eyes fell on Noelle standing and talking to Trevor about something in the living room, I realized how much older my baby sister grew up to be. The day my mom brought Noelle, I was only four years old. I used to follow my mom wherever she would carry Noelle with her. I would observe the baby so lovingly. And then… When I was twelve, my mom officially handed me Noelle, and I never knew it would be the last time I would see my mom. Raising Noelle properly, saving her from the clutches of my ruthless father — I could never see her in tears. But last night, I made her cry. Trevor saw me and said, “Oh… Noelle, your brother is here for you.” Noelle instantly turned her head to see me. A glow appeared on her face as she walked to me. “You are here! You came!” “How can I not come here when my sister is staying here?” I let out, a smile tugging on my lips. “Besides, I needed to see if your boyfriend was treating you well or not.” I glanced at Trevor, who just chuck
LIANA I opened my eyes to darkness, the air heavy with the scent of must and dampness. Panic surged through me as I realized I was locked in some kind of godown. "Hello? Is anyone there?" My voice echoed off the walls, but there was no response. I clasped my hands together, my heart racing. “Lara?” I called out, but there was no response. "Please, someone, anyone, help," I whispered, my voice barely audible in the suffocating darkness. But the darkness remained indifferent to my pleas, swallowing them whole. My heart hammered against my chest as fear clenched at my throat. I hated darkness! Tears welled in my eyes as I mumbled, “I hope someone comes and saves me.” Who could care enough for me to save me? I left a text to Zaylen though. Only he could rescue me from this nightmare. But I couldn’t give up and had to try to find a way out. With trembling hands, I approached a small window, its glass coated in grime. Peering out, I saw nothing but darkness, the moonless s
LIANA "No, the same mother," Lara corrected with a chilling calmness. My eyes widened in shock, my mind struggling to comprehend the magnitude of her revelation. "What do you mean, Lara? My mother... she..." I stammered, unable to form coherent words. Lara's lips curled into a cold smile as she saw the confusion etched on my face. "Yes, Liana. ‘Our’ dear mother was the one who cheated," she confirmed, her voice dripping with disdain. Dread settled like a stone in the pit of my stomach as I listened to Lara's words. "But... but how?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. Lara's laughter was devoid of any warmth as she revealed the painful truth. "She cheated with the driver, Liana. And I am the result of her betrayal," she spat, her words like a dagger to my heart. My hands trembled as I struggled to process the enormity of Lara's revelation. The woman who randomly left me when I was five years old, without any explanation and anything, actually cheated on my father? I had
LIANAMy heart leaped with hope as I saw Zaylen, his presence a ray of light in the darkness. But Lara's words cut through the air like a blade, shattering my newfound sense of relief. "Oh, it looks like your knight in shining armor must be here. But too bad, it's new moon night. He is still weak," she taunted, her voice dripping with spite.Fear surged within me as I realized Lara also took notice of Zaylen and started approaching me."Let me prepare you for our beloved boss. I won't let him get in the way today," she declared, her tone sending shivers down my spine. “I will definitely get to my goal.”Desperation clawed at my heart.With trembling hands, I attempted to fight back, hoping that Lara would be fragile as she always portrayed herself to be. But my efforts were futile against her relentless strength.Even though I tried to resist her, Lara fought back with a ferocity that left me reeling.“Let go of me!” I yelled, but it was totally useless.I struggled against her gra
LIANAMy heart clenched in my chest, watching Zaylen offer himself up to protect me. "Zaylen, no," I whispered softly, my voice barely audible above the tension in the room. "You can't put yourself in danger because of me."But Zaylen's attention remained fixed on Lara, his determination unwavering.Lara chuckled. "Oh, this is too good," she sneered, her eyes glittering with sadistic delight. "Zaylen, if you truly care for Liana's safety, you'll tie yourself up. Right now."My eyes widened at that. Lara knew werewolves were weak today and she was using this as a weapon. She knew if Zaylen was in full form, she could never win against him.“Zaylen, don't,” I pleaded. But Zaylen's resolve remained unyielding as he stepped toward the corner where Lara had pointed, his jaw set with determination. "I'll do it," he said, his voice steady. More tears welled up in my eyes. I watched Zaylen pick up the ropes, each step he took feeling like a dagger to my heart. Lara’s eyes were glowing, and
ZAYLEN“You are so stupid,” I muttered while driving the car.Liana, who was awfully quiet, finally spoke up, “It’s impossible, Zaylen.”I turned to her and arched an eyebrow. “Oh, but I can vouch that you being stupid is not impossible at all.”I thought she would retort or react to my teasing, instead she shook her head and said, “Zaylen, how can Lara be my half-sister?”“What?” My eyes widened at the revelation. “Lara is your half-sister?”She nodded. “She told me that herself.”“But… she is a werewolf,” I mumbled, which didn’t go unheard by her. “Exactly. How can my mother do this? This is totally disgusting,” she spat out. “I know my dad is a bit of a handful to handle, but cheating on him? I hate cheaters!” When I took a scan of her facial expression, I realized she might have been recalling the way James cheated on her. “Why did Mom hide her from me, though? I have always craved for a younger sibling. I would have accepted Lara with open arms, Zaylen,” she uttered as I liste
ZAYLENFor a moment, I paused, my hand still resting on Liana’s shoulder, as the sensation washed over me. It was fleeting, but undeniable—a moment of connection that transcended words.Liana glanced back at me, her eyes widening with surprise at the sudden intensity of the moment. "Zaylen, are you alright?" she asked, concern evident in her voice.Didn’t she feel what I just felt?Probably not.I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from hers. "Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, my voice barely a whisper. I started to ointment on her wound now silently, trying to avoid touching her shoulder as much as I could, but failing miserably. "It's nice," Liana remarked with a smile, breaking the silence."Getting hurt is nice?" I teased gently, trying to lighten the mood even as concern gnawed at my insides.Liana shook her head, her smile widening. "No," she replied softly. "Having someone who cares about me putting a bandage on my wound is nice."I paused, struck by the simplicity and sincerity o
LIANAI was waiting in a five-star restaurant, wearing a stupid fancy dress.Today was the day I was supposed to meet my dad, and I couldn't shake the sense of dread that accompanied his arrival. He always wanted me to look up to our standards, and according to him, a nice lady from a well-off family should wear dresses.He always used to get mad at me for going out in jeans and tops back when I was in high school. I had to dress up like a mature lady—all posh and pristine. But I have to say, I did earn a lot of compliments for my elegant fashion sense.Even now, I still dressed elegantly, but their point was to be comfortable, not look loaded.“So you couldn’t get a bigger table? Table for two only? A corner one at that?” I heard my dad’s voice and lifted up my gaze to look at him. His honey brown eyes squinted in disappointment as he pulled a chair to sit in front of me. This was Maves Clarins — my so-called father and to summarize: a terror.“It was a last-minute call, so they onl