CherryBefore leaving Lord Hill next morning coming, Fern asked me questions that break my heart. “Mommy, where are you going? Why am I not allowed to go with you?” She asked. I stopped packing and crouched to level my height with hers. “You know you'll have a little brother or sister soon, right? It needs special care now. Mommy has to go to a place where it'll get that care.” I tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled softly.“What about me, mommy?” “Uncle Bert will bring you over to visit me so we can be together. When you miss mommy, just tell Uncle Bert."“Okay, mommy. I'll be good, just like when you and daddy were away for your honeymoon." Fern nodded, still looking a bit uncertain. “Mommy will be back before you know it,” I whispered at Fern, hugging her tightly. As I packed up, Bert walked in the room, flashing a reassuring smile.Bert and I took Fern to school. Before getting out of the car, my daughter hugged me tightly, trying to tell me how much she didn't want to

Cherry In the visiting room of the police station, I was shaking when Bert finally showed up from meeting the culprit. “You know me best, Bert. You know that I would never do such a thing to Dylan. I love him, Bert. I will never hurt him...” Bert nodded at me. He wasn't suspicious of me, but there was something in his eyes that started to wreck up my nerves. “What is it? Did you talk to the culprit? What did he say? Is it someone we know?” I asked anxiously. Bert shook his head. “No. It's my first time seeing him. He is not from Lord Hills.” "Can I see and talk to him?" I needed to see the culprit and asked him to prove my innocence. “The officers consider you as the mastermind of the crime, Cherry. They won't allow you to—” Bert hesiated before talking. “But it wasn't me! I didn't order anyone to kill my mate, fuck!” I said, the last hope disappearing in my eyes. Left in despair, I hit my handcuffed hands against the wooden table. “But the police traced a transaction

Dylan I was just at the third step from the door of our bedroom when I felt a pang banging my chest. Gasping, I looked around, but got no one but my wolf to ask what was going on with me. “What's with all this pain? Why do I feel like someone is beating me?” I asked inside my head. I was sure that my wolf had felt the pain too. But I got no response; instead, it was leading me somewhere. Holding the railings of the stairs, I sat on the step and clutched on my chest, as I felt a sharp pain as if someone was jumping over my body and breaking my rib. Breathing exasperatedly, my forehead knotted as my wolf continued to whisper something to my head. “What do you mean? You can't take over my body all the time! I won't allow you! We're not in a battle or something. It's just a plain day today,” I growled at it. But the pain in my chest just became even more intense. “I said you can't! Just stop!” I shouted at my wolf. My pupils dilated, and I felt a new surge of energy within

Chelsea The next morning.I opened my eyes when I felt Dylan sit up, and found him checking himself and then looking around. I'd scattered empty wine bottles and wineglasses on the floor last night, so that I didn't have to explain anything if he asked. I must be a genius!“Morning, hunny.” I rolled towards Dylan's side and wrapped my arm around his waist. “Morning Chels. What did we do last night? Why am I having a sharp headache?” He asked, gripping his head. I pulled him back to bed and nuzzled on his chest. “What do you think could possibly happen between us, Dylan?” I asked rhetorically while my finger played with his chiseled chest. “W-We made love?” He asked with uncertainty. “Why do you sound surprised at that?” I asked, faking hurt in my voice. “N-No... I-I'm just confused. I remember nothing about last night,&rd

DylanI pulled the comforter on Fern's chest and kissed her forehead. She had fallen asleep crying after the truth slipped from Chelsea's lips earlier. I turned on the lampshade on her bed-side table and took one last glance before closing the door to her room. “Hi.” Chelsea greeted. I could hear the hint of nervousness in her voice. “How was Fern? I really didn't mean to hurt her. I'm sorry,” Chelsea said, sniffing for feeling guilty about what had happened.“It's okay. Cherry'll spend years in jail after convicted guilty. Fern would ask about her soon, and we'll have to tell her the truth eventually.” I opened my arm for Chelsea, and then pulled away from her, with a smile making its way to my lips. “Why are you looking at me that way, Dylan?” She asked in confusion.“I like your new lingerie. The red color is so alluring...” I mumbled in a deep, sexy v