Aurora’s POV I stepped into the hospital, my mind preoccupied with a myriad of thoughts and uncertainties, I found myself unexpectedly crossing paths with a young nurse. I really wasn’t up for pleasantries but he didn’t see that and I thought he might be able to help me. His warm smile and gentle demeanor offered a brief respite from the turmoil swirling within me, drawing my attention and momentarily easing the weight of my burdens.Dressed in the crisp sky blue scrub of a medical professional, he exuded an air of quiet confidence, his eyes sparkling with a hint of curiosity as he greeted me with genuine warmth. Despite the gravity of the situation weighing heavily upon me, his presence brought a fleeting sense of comfort, a brief interlude of tranquility amidst the storm. I don’t want to feel alone right now. With a polite nod and a soft-spoken greeting, he extended a welcoming hand, his gentle touch imbued with a sense of reassurance that stirred a faint flicker of hope within

Alpha Caden’s POV In the dimly lit confines of the cell, I stood facing my doppelganger, his eyes ablaze with a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine. There is no denying there is something I share with this man that goes deeper than his hatred for me. His features, once so familiar, were twisted now with rage and malice, a stark contrast to the reflection of myself that I beheld in his visage. His eyes that I could see now with the help of the lights in the cell, were icy blue. Like mine. I had hoped to reason with him, to appeal to whatever shred of humanity still lingered within his soul, but it was clear now that such efforts would be in vain. He was consumed by a singular purpose, driven by a relentless desire for vengeance that brooked no negotiation or compromise.He paced back and forth within the confines of his prison, his movements were tense and agitated, like a caged animal desperate to break free from its shackles. With each passing moment, the tension in t

Alpha Caden’s POV I approached the cell the next day, a sense of anticipation mingled with apprehension churned within me. I couldn't help but wonder if my efforts to reach out to my lookalike had borne any fruit, if there was a glimmer of understanding amidst the hostility that had defined our previous encounter.To my surprise, as I gazed through the bars of the cell, I found my counterpart clad in new clothes, his demeanor markedly different from the previous day. Though his gaze still held a hint of defiance, there was a subtle shift in his posture, a flicker of curiosity that danced behind his eyes.I couldn't suppress a sense of relief at the sight of him, dressed in attire befitting his station rather than the tattered remnants of his former self. It was a small victory, but in that moment, it felt like a step in the right direction.As our eyes met, I offered a tentative nod, a silent acknowledgment of the progress that had been made. Despite the lingering tension that hung b

Aurora’s POV The tension crackled between us like a live wire, each word laden with the weight of unspoken truths and unresolved emotions that hung heavy in the air. Lucas's gaze bore into mine with an intensity that bordered on unnerving, I felt the walls I had erected around my heart tremble, threatened by the vulnerability that threatened to breach their defenses."Stop with your games, Lucas," I began, my voice a low growl of frustration as I sought to steel myself against the tumult of emotions that threatened to engulf me. "I don't want to be part of it, do you understand? I want nothing to do with you or whatever this is that you're playing." I ground out as seriously as I could. But even as the words tumbled from my lips, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of doubt that lingered in the recesses of my mind, a nagging reminder of the unresolved tension that simmered beneath the surface of our fractured relationship."It's not a game, Ro," Lucas countered, his voice tinged wi

Aurora’s POV Aurora’s POV I found myself constantly looking over my shoulder, a sense of unease gnawing at the edges of my consciousness. With each passing moment, the fear of Lucas finding my home grew more palpable, a nagging sense of dread that lingered in the back of my mind like a dark shadow.I took every precaution to remain hidden, ensuring that my movements were shrouded in secrecy and my presence remained undetected. Yet, despite my best efforts, the thought of Lucas discovering my whereabouts haunted me like a specter, a constant reminder of the dangers that lurked just beyond the safety of my walls. I hate not having my own privacy no matter how much I try. Every creak of the floorboards, every rustle of the wind outside, sent a shiver down my spine, a silent testament to the ever-present threat that loomed on the horizon. I knew that Lucas was relentless in his pursuit, his determination matched only by his fervent desire to reclaim what he believed was rightfully his