Author POV:-Cold.Darkness.Wet.Trisha lifted his head off the freezing-wet cement ground and looked around.Nothing. Pitch black.No different than when she woke up last time. But when was last time? All concepts of time had flown out the window the moment she was attacked by some of Jonathan fans. A brown scratchy bag was thrown over her head, she was save my two person whom she know or maybe not. Her Pup.Her Rain.Where is he?She try to woke up but she can't.She want to woke up and hug her baby, her Rain.Trisha could feel her body slowly failing her: bruises and deep gashes littered her body.Days. It had to have been days. At least. She's too weak for it to be hours, too strong for it to be weeks.Trisha pushed herself into a sitting position, she fell like she is in a small puddle of water. She could feel the dirt and grime on her cheek and brought her hand up to scrub at it only making it worse.Her shirt was torn off the first time she'd been thrown. She could feel the g

Author POV:-[AFTER 6 YEARS]Trisha was shocked; she couldn't believe it. After everything, after all the suffering she and her pup have endured, she needs him again to save her baby.Rain is already asleep when Trisha enters her small apartment; why is her life like this?"Mum, can I ask you something?" Rain asks as Trisha puts him on bed."What is it, love?" Trisha asks, she thought her baby was sleeping."It's nothing; I was just wondering where my Alpha is because, as the doctor uncle say, I need my Alpha's help. I know you talk to uncle Zee from time to time, but he is not my Alpha."Rain asks his mom."Yes, baby, you have one, but he is busy, but don't worry, he will come and meet you soon." Trisha says, her voice trembling."Now, my Rain, sleep. Goodnight," Trisha says."Night mum." Rain reply.Trisha smiled and kissed her baby son on the forehead, then went outside to the living room to read the reports again after Rain had fallen asleep.She can't believe this; she needs his h

Author POV:-Jace's heart stopped when he saw Jonathan standing in front of the car door; he froze looking in his eyes; he could run to him and hug him and tell him everything is fine; he can make up for everything he did with Trisha in past; and finally, he has his family together. But he couldn't, he wouldn't say a word, and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, his mind triumphed over his heart, he saluted everyone. The silence stretched between them and seemed to be endless. Jace wanted to ask Jonathan many questions, but he kept quiet. What's left after six years of his best friend's misery?''Do you think we can do anything to settle this mess?'' Jace asks Jonathan, who is still dazed, ''I mean the business thing, will it work?'' That was significant, and they began to discuss work again, double-checking for any errors.After a while, the conversation seemed to be limited to Jonathan and Jace. They were talking in agreement, as if they knew what the other was thinking.

Author POV:-Jonathan took a deep breath and began to speak. He is terrified; he himself cannot believe what has happened until now; how will he explain this to others? Especially to Brandon."I went to my studio with Jace three days ago. I meet Trisha; she is there waiting for me. She requested that I come to the hospital for some tests. I don't want to go there, but when I see her condition, I can't help myself. Rain, her son, is not well, and he needs his biological father. I know it's not going to work, but... when I saw the report, he is my son. Rain is my own son. I really want to tell you guys, but I can't, but when Jace came and told me about Trisha's visit, I was able to. After that, I wake up here. You know what happened afterward."Jonathan stopped at that while wiping his tears. He was ashamed and scared. He didn't look up; he didn't want to see their reaction. For the time being, there was complete silence."Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." Brandon screamed as he smashed the near

Author POV:-It's been hours since Trisha locked herself in the small bathroom they have in their two-room apartment, crying over her pathetic life. She felt like destiny was playing games with her. It was too much for her to handle. Why does bad luck always follow her around like a ghost? Why is it so hard for her to live a simple life? Why does her son have to suffer because of her misfortune? Why? Why? She had been asking herself the same question for years and had received no response.She never thought about it, and she never wanted to visit that place again or see those people again. Why, after all those years, does she have to face those people? Why did she have to cross the door, which was closed on her face? When she discovered Jonathan was the last straw in saving her son, she was terrified of what he would do when he realised the child he had abandoned and called names to for years was his. Trisha was afraid—what would she do if Jonathan decided to stay away from her? It wa