AMELIA’S P.O.VI couldn’t fall asleep and I knew without a doubt that Kaden couldn’t either. I could feel his worry and unease down the bond and it took everything in me not to go to him. It was ingrained in me to want peace especially with my mate but Clara was right and I had to stand up for myself or I was going to end up in an unhappy relationship for the rest of my life. I wasn’t truly going to leave Kaden, at least, I hoped he wouldn’t give me reason to leave.Sometime around four, I found myself walking out of the room and pulling on some training clothes. I figured it would do me some good to take a small jog to the training field before anyone else arrived. I was about to leave the house when I felt a presence behind me. I knew immediately it was Kaden and I took a deep breath before turning to face him.He was wearing only sweatpants that hung low on his lips. My mouth dried up as I took him in. He was built like a marble sculpture and framed like an Adonis. It was hard to s

I was in the kitchen fixing up breakfast the next day. Kaden sat at the dining table, his eyes fixed on the newspaper in front of him, but I could feel his agitation from where I was.I could practically see the frustration radiating off him as he tried in vain to focus, his attempts punctuated by the occasional slam of the paper onto the table followed by a grunt or a groan. Occasionally, I could feel his eyes on me but I didn't dare meet his gaze.Instead, I focused on the task at hand and by the time I was done, I went over to the dining table to serve the meal. I poured the coffee into mugs and dished out the bacon and eggs; I knew better than to disturb him in such a state, so I moved with as much precision as I could muster.With each clatter of utensils or clink of dishes, I winced, half-expecting Kaden's outburst to follow. But he said nothing.I forced a smile. "Breakfast is served," I said softly, hoping to break the ice.Kaden glanced up from his newspaper, his expression s

KADEN’S P.O.VI knew the minute I left Amelia that I shouldn’t have but I just couldn’t force my legs to move back towards her. There was so much that I wanted to tell her but how could I? The minute my memories started to come back on their own, I knew I was screwed. How did I tell the woman I called my mate that the woman lying on the bed was my true mate? I couldn’t remember everything but I could clearly remember the day that we met.She stood out in the sea of people. I locked eyes with her and I immediately knew. There were no words, no arguments, I just saw her and she smiled at me and I knew I was a goner. She gave me a wink and she ran off. I chased after her into the night and that was as much as I could remember. I still didn’t know what caused me to leave or caused her to leave. I couldn’t help but wonder if my mother had something to do with it.“What is the update?” I asked as soon as I walked into the room.Dr. Brown was hovering over Nadine as she barked orders to the

AMELIA’S P.O.VI tried to ignore the pang of pain in my chest knowing that it was a stranger who was helping me and not my mate who was meant to be by my side through it all. First it was acute embarrassment that someone had to see me like this, helpless and without anyone to turn to. It brought back bad memories that I never thought I would have to experience again.As the embarrassment faded, it gave way to anger. It was more than just anger, it was rage. I had trusted him, in my lowest moment, despite everything that was happening, I still believed he would come and he didn’t. I wasn’t sure if it was something I could forgive. I was silent the entire time that Ian taught me to stand and to run. I could barely bring myself to enjoy it because of how pissed I was.He must have realized as well because after a while, he decided to cut things short and he offered to take me home but I wanted to return to the hospital. I wanted to see exactly why Kaden couldn’t be bothered to see me.“A

AMELIA’S P.O.VI had been beaten, maltreated, insulted, had drinks thrown on me and made to feel like shit but one thing I had going for myself was that Kaden had never hurt me physically. It was something I had pride in and I could have bet all my life earnings on that fact. I could be free with him, I could say whatever I wanted especially when he was wrong because he never resorted to violence or so I thought.As he pinned me to the wall, the look in his eyes was something I could only describe as death. His eyes were pitch black and there was not one ounce of life in his irises. I had never been so scared in my life. Fear- raw and unadulterated- filled his eyes and for a second, I could not breathe. I tried to claw at his hands but he wasn’t letting me go at all.“Kaden,” I managed out as I struggled to keep my eyes open. “You’re hurting me.”“Keep Nadine’s name out of your mouth,” he snarled. His voice didn’t even sound like his own. It was too deep, too guttural and too eerie. I