Cynthia Dion: "You guys are leaving already?" she asked with a little sad pout."Yeah! I’ve chosen to take her out for dinner," he said, gazing at me with a grin that falsely suggested he was madly in love with me. I couldn’t help but return his grin because I didn’t want to make him furious by not doing so. It was like going back to the same hell-hole."Okay, that’s good news," she said cheerfully, believing that her sister was living the life of a fairytale. I wouldn’t wish such a fairytale existence on anyone; the only fairytale her sister was living was the one where everything was just terrible and there were monsters and giants waiting to eat her or come for her blood."By the way, I have not seen your father around. Where is he?" Mr. Holt asked Flora, making me wonder what he was up to now."He is out with his friends," she replied sadly. I can only imagine how lonely she must feel here every night."He is such a bad father. Don’t prepare food tonight. I will have my guards br
Cynthia Dion: I writhed and let out agonized screams, drowned by my own tears and sobs."Tell me, or I'll harm your sister," I began to weep, but when he threatened, I ceased. Mentioning her in this situation wasn't fair to her. It wasn't her fault. I couldn't allow it."This blood comes from my bite mark on the back," I hurriedly clarified, regaining composure. Just as he raised his hand to strike me once more, I cried out in fear, "I swear!"Seeing that he paused his hand in midair, I decided to complete the sentence. "I was trying to clean it and accidentally stained the bed." I turned around promptly and lifted my sweater. Luckily, I still had an old sweatshirt on underneath, marked with blood stains.As I finally reached for the gauze and unwrapped it, the blood began to flow once more.I pleaded with him, allowing my cardigan to fall and once again conceal my back. "I didn't lose my virginity. Please, believe me," I implored before him. This period of my life was something I de
Cynthia Dion: Because she had rushed to see her doctor the other day, I chose to visit her in her room. I wanted to check on her well-being since she had been the only person who'd shown me kindness. I knocked on her door a few times as I neared it, but there was no answer.I won't lie; I was really shaken up by how things went on the last day. That text message was awful. If she had believed it, she must be feeling pretty upset with me now.She used to be an early riser, always up and about, but today, she was nowhere in sight, and I started to worry about her. As I turned to leave, I unexpectedly bumped into someone I'd rather not have encountered.I didn't divert my gaze; instead, I took a step back. He had this strange power over me, making it impossible for me to look away or blink as he moved closer.His expression oozed anger and arrogance, and his intense gaze sent shivers down my spine. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat, waiting for him to speak first."What are you
Cynthia Dion: I pushed him away and hurried back to my room before he could say anything more disgusting to me. After reaching my room, I closed the door behind me and sought refuge in the bathroom to avoid him.I remained in my room the whole day, skipping meals altogether. I could hear his footsteps outside my room, and occasionally, I heard him humming a tune, but I only ventured out when I felt it was safe to do so.When he made his intentions clear to me, I wasn't ready to confront him again. I felt frightened, especially after witnessing how Maleeka had gone completely silent.I had collapsed on the couch from exhaustion, but I had no way of knowing how long I'd slept because I had lost track of time while hiding and spent the entire day trying to figure out if he was lurking outside my room. I was curled up in a ball on the couch, not really thinking that the closed door might open at any moment. Little did I realize the extent of the danger I was in.However, sleep overpowere
Cynthia Dion: I just sat there in silence, even as he gently pushed my hair away from my face. It was like I'd forgotten how to move a muscle."Cynthia! Are you okay?" He seemed a bit puzzled by my shaken state. Given the strong dislike I'd shown him before, my sudden change must have surprised him. He probably expected me to push him away. However, I was so exhausted and frightened by everyone that I simply wished for them to be kind."I'm f---ine. Just please, don't leave me alone here." I clung to his shirt, drawing myself closer to him, as if I feared Atticus might snatch me away. It was an odd feeling that had come out of nowhere."Yeah, I won't," he gently held my face in his hands and planted a kiss on my forehead. Even though I still shivered in disgust, for some reason, I felt more afraid of Atticus than him this time."We can have lunch together after I get ready. Charlotte mentioned that you haven't eaten or left your room," he said before heading into the restroom.As he
Cynthia Dion: The scalding soup made my skin feel terrible, causing me to jerk my body backward and tumble out of the chair in a series of screams."Ahh! Ahhh!" I screamed in agony, feeling my skin crack over my face. The pain was indescribable.My labored breathing signaled that my face had been burned. "H---elp!" I muttered as I struggled to stand and searched for a way to escape, anywhere to relieve the pain.It throbbed!It burned intensely!"Charlotte! Bring out the dessert," Mr. Holt summoned the young mate, seemingly unconcerned that I was crying uncontrollably right in front of him. After he had finished his meal and asked for the maid to bring the dessert, it became clear to me that he couldn't care less."You too!" He muttered, "Stop crying; it's driving me crazy," he grumbled at me. Charlotte placed the dessert in front of him, glanced at me, and nearly let out a scream.The soup was piping hot because she had just finished preparing it when he unceremoniously threw it in
Cynthia Dion: I stood in the corner of the room, silently observing him as he got ready, charging his phone and stuffing his pockets with cash. I didn't want to get in his way or irritate him. I would be relieved when he left."Is the food ready yet?" Mr. Holt inquired while waiting for Charlotte to prepare the lunch box. This time, however, I didn't ask if he was going to the hospital."I'll be back home tomorrow night," I overheard him say to Charlotte."Can I go home? My father is sick--" Charlotte was outside the room, talking to him while holding the lunch box in her hands."Sure, you can," Mr. Holt replied as he approached her, adjusting his belt. While taking the lunch box from her, he brushed his hand against hers.I observed her lower her head awkwardly and steal glances at me from the corner of her eyes."Do you need money? You should take some fruits for the old man," Mr. Holt suggested, pulling out his wallet and giving her some money, once again purposely brushing the ba
Cynthia Dion: I knew he was chasing me when I heard the growls behind me. If he let his wolf take over, he wouldn't just catch me, but also rip me apart. He was an alpha, and I was nothing.My heart was racing inside my chest, and I had to get to my room and contact Mr. Holt. I sprinted like a madman, making a beeline for my room.Thankfully, I didn't stop or freeze. As I caught sight of my room in the distance, it felt like a glimpse of heaven.I rushed inside and pushed the door closed with all my strength.I had just about survived when the door couldn't fit into the door frame. That's when it hit me. He'd slipped his foot inside, preventing the door from slamming in his face.Our eyes met through the partially open door, and he leaned against it. I knew he'd caught me again."Cynthia!" He repeated, placing his palm on the door and pushing it open. "I just want to talk to you."My physical strength didn't help me at all. His muscles and dominance were renowned throughout the pack,