Renata: “I don’t understand how you’re allowing all this to happen, Luna Claudia.” I said, shaking my head at the woman. Her eyes met mine and she pinched the bridge of her nose. I knew that she didn’t want to hear this, but then again, she never wanted to hear anything that held any sense of reason when her son was involved, even when it concerned his safety against his own word. I walked toward her, careful not to take too many risks as I knew that I was still walking on thin ice with her. And slowly extending my hand, I took hers in mine, squeezing it gently. “Please, Luna, the woman is only going to get Diego killed with her actions…” “You are the last person to be talking to me about what I should and shouldn’t be worried about when it concerns my son. Considering the fact that you not only carried a bastard, but also you also hid your pregnancy well enough for us not to sense it, and were going to pretend that he was my son’s heir.” She snapped, throwing her anger out on me. I

Lea:“What’s up with him?” Ezra asked, nodding at the garden where Mario was standing by himself, seeming lost in thoughts.“I am not sure,” I said, shaking my head in question. “Wasn’t he in the office with Diego?”“That’s what I thought,” he said, nodding at me to walk to the man.“I take it that you already regret us coming here.” Ezra teased, wrapping an arm around Mario from behind. He smiled and shook his head before he noticed that I was a step behind them. “You two came together?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Ironically.” Ezra replied, making me laugh. I was yet to thank the man for standing up to Renata for me, and though I wasn’t planning on arguing with the woman, his approach was something that forced her back despite the fact that I knew that she wouldn’t have done so. “And you didn’t burn the house down, no one heard the two of you fighting, and you’ve been standing here for more than thirty seconds without sending random comebacks at one another?” He asked, and I s

Lea: “Why is this the first time that I hear of this? Why did my father hide who he is and what is required of me?” I asked, shaking my head at Mario. He shook his head in response, pinching his bridge as he did. “We tried getting him to tell you. Believe me, the two of us have gotten in more arguments than necessary over this subject alone. But the man had his own perspective and as your father, he had the final say. No matter how hard I tried, when he didn’t want to listen, he didn’t.” Mario explained. “Years passed after your mother passed away, and in fear that we would tell you, he refused to bring you over.” “My father refused to bring me…?” “Yes,” Ezra said, and I frowned in confusion. The idea of that was something that I found absurd, especially when my father knew that I was always curious about why I didn’t see mom’s family. He knew that I wanted to have a family and whenever he asked, I would often tell him that I hoped when I found my mate; I would be able to have a b

Lea: Diego stopped, not moving an inch as he looked at me. Our hearts raced against our chests, matching one another’s rhythm. And though I didn’t know whether it was me giving in to the mating bond, or was it me trying to escape what I was feeling; I just knew that it was something that it was a distraction that I was getting. “We can go as far as you want,” he said, finally allowing himself to speak. “If you want me to stop, I will.” “Diego…” “I am not going to push you through something that you might not want.” He whispered, leaning in to kiss my lips. Our lips moved in sync, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as I deepened the kiss. He smiled into it, gently biting on my bottom lip, pulling it between his teeth, opening my mouth enough for him to push his tongue inside. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, and catching on, Diego moved slowly, allowing me to explore. His hands slid down my body, massaging my waist, gently going up and down un

Renata: I frowned, seeing as I couldn’t get Diego to even look at me. The man was mine once, but now, now that the woman was claiming him, forcing herself on him, I couldn’t help but find myself losing him. I walked out of the front door, my heart racing against my chest as I sat in front of one of the oak trees that we had in our garden. It was the one that Diego kissed me in front of for the first time, and I knew that it meant more to the two of us than anything else in our relationship. I let out a low growl and pulled out the knife that I was initially waiting for Lea to come out to. I wanted to stab her. I knew that killing her was going to be the one way to end this, but seeing as Diego was the one who walked out of the room; I knew not to be as foolish. I pushed the knife inside the tree trunk, my heart racing against my chest at the force that had it digging in as deep as it did. And when I tried to pull it out, I cried out when I noticed that it was stuck. “I am curio