Chapter 1
I was involved in a serious car accident while driving myself to the hospital. Jake, my husband and an ER doctor, rushed to save his suicidal ex-girlfriend, Emily. I watched helplessly as my car exploded after the impact, engulfed in flames.
In my past life, because of my desperate call, he let Emily, who had slit her wrists, die to come and save me (and my unborn child) but Emily bled to death at home. Her body was discovered by Jake three days later. Jake said he didn’t blame me, that it was all his choice.
He even wanted to give me a makeup wedding. But right before the wedding, he knocked me unconscious and dragged me to Emily’s house.
In the same bathroom where she had taken her life, he tortured me, cutting me piece by piece, even taking out our unborn child.
He stared at my mutilated body, his eyes bloodshot and filled with rage. “It was just a car accident; you wouldn’t have died. Emily lost her life because of your selfishness! Today, let me make you experience the pain she went through that day!”
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the accident. I couldn’t help but wonder, why did the Lord bring me back to this day? What was his plan?
The only time I have heard of someone being reborn is in novels, often those featuring moon goddesses. But I am neither a werewolf nor interested in those stories. Perhaps I need to stop reading too many novels.
With a loud bang, the car rolled over and over, and I, heavily pregnant, lay in a pool of blood. The electric car, after the violent impact, quickly started emitting plumes of smoke.
I didn’t expect to be reborn at this moment. Reacting quickly, I used all my strength to crawl halfway out of the driver’s seat.
But my lower body was stuck and couldn’t move. The pedestrians around, fearing the explosion, stayed far away.
I winced in pain, struggling. Tears escaped my eyes. I stretched my hands out, waving at them to come forward, but none of them moved.
What’s the point of being reborn if I was still going to die? My cries for help were drowned out by the roaring flames.
Seeing that any attempt to get help from passersby had failed, I could only tremble as I dialed 911 on my phone.
The abdominal cramps were getting worse, and cold sweat dripped down my face.
The person who answered the phone was Jake’s colleague, whom I had met a few times. My voice, trembling with pain, conveyed my desperation. Her tone immediately changed.
“Mrs. Parker, Dr. Parker had something to do today. Before he left, he specifically told us that if you couldn’t reach him, you might call the ER. Okay, I know what you’re going to ask, but I really can’t tell you where he went. This call is very important, please don’t waste emergency resources. I’m hanging up.”
Hearing her about to hang up, I panicked and spoke quickly. As I struggled, a pile of Emily’s cosmetics fell from the glove compartment and hit me.
I took a deep breath and said urgently, “Don’t hang up! You misunderstood; I’m not asking about Jake. I’ve been in a car accident, right at the intersection in front of your hospital! The car could explode at any moment; can you quickly send someone?”
Before I could finish, she impatiently interrupted, “Mrs. Parker, stop messing around, okay? Dr. Parker is not here. Even if an ambulance goes there, you won’t see him. Stop making excuses to waste public resources. I’m begging you, can you please not waste emergency resources?”
She continued, “He didn’t intentionally not answer your call; it’s really a matter of life and death over there. You’re pregnant, just stay put and wait for delivery. Don’t overthink it. He’ll explain it to you when he’s done.”
After saying this, she hung up the phone. Tears of despair streamed down my face.
I didn’t expect Jake to be so heartless, not giving me a chance.
“Please, moon goddess, save me,” I whispered, my lips trembling. And then it clicked to me—did I just say moon goddess? I think reading too much is affecting my mental health.
I let out a groan, struggling to move. Before, when Emily called him away with various excuses, I did call the office to find him.
Even years of a relationship couldn’t sway him, and in the end, this is the image I have in his heart.
No wonder he was so decisive and ruthless when he attacked me for Emily in my past life. At this critical juncture, I couldn’t afford to think too much.
The car temperature was getting higher and higher, and it was about to reach the point of explosion.
Chapter 2
Mr. Larson quickly assessed the situation around the wreckage and organized kind-hearted passersby to help drag me out of the car.
The moment I was brought to a safe area, the car behind me exploded, followed by flames.
Mr. Larson, with his rich experience, placed his hands in mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through me. What's going on? How can I be attracted to a man when I was in danger?
"Think about your life and your unborn child," my subconscious scolded me.
But it was hard to think when his hands were on mine. I was lost in his green eyes, and my eyes landed on his well-combed hair and pink lips.
The chattering around me brought me back to reality. A crowd of passersby surrounded me, chattering and asking about the situation.
"How can you let a pregnant woman drive alone? This is really irresponsible!"
"Is she okay? I called 911, but the line was always busy. I finally got through and told them the location, but they said I was making it up. They hung up before I could finish. What kind of people does the hospital hire?"
"Honey, you shouldn't go out alone when you're pregnant. Your belly is so big it looks like you're about to give birth. What's your husband’s phone number? I'll help you contact him."
They didn't come forward earlier because they were afraid of the explosion, but the concern they showed now made my nose tingle.
I endured the excruciating pain all over my body and shook my head weakly. All I could think of was, where was my so-called darling husband?
Even strangers I met on the street could show such concern for me. But my darling husband of seven years, for a woman who had dumped him, came to take my life and my child’s.
The seven-year itch truly lived up to its name. Everything that happened after my rebirth was a reminder from God of my stupidity and blindness.
I groaned, and my eyes darted to Mr. Larson. No one noticed that Mr. Larson's face grew darker and darker as they spoke.
After checking my condition, he immediately took out his phone and dialed the emergency room.
The moment the call connected, I heard him angrily questioning, "Send an ambulance to the intersection immediately! Do you know there’s been a car accident? If I hadn't stopped by on my way to work, the victim would be dead now! How many times do I have to call to get you here? Who gave you the guts to ignore this?"
"Do you know the importance of the emergency room? If you can’t make it to this shift, you’re all fired!"
Five minutes later, I was loaded into an ambulance.
At that moment, the phone in my hand rang. Mr. Larson kindly helped me answer it and put the phone to my ear. The next second, Jake's angry questioning came from the other end.
"You called our department again? How long are you going to keep this up? Didn’t I tell you I have something to do today? Do you have to bother me at this time? You’re about to give birth, can’t you see what you’re doing?"
"I'm busy enough with work every day. Can you please not call me for every little thing? Can’t you live without me? Every woman gets pregnant; I haven't seen anyone as crazy as you!"
"I had to come today. Emily would have almost slit her wrist, you know! Can’t you be more understanding? I'll go back when I’m done, don’t bother me."
His patient tone was mixed with Emily’s aggrieved sobs. The reality was glaring: Emily was his priority, not me or our unborn child. Will my unborn child ever be able to forgive me for giving him a deadbeat father?
After ranting, without waiting for me to finish or asking about my situation, Jake hung up the phone.
The indifferent look on his face when he attacked me in my past life flashed in my mind.
Tears streamed down my face and onto the stretcher. My breathing trembled uncontrollably. The sharp pain in my abdomen brought me back to my senses.
Scarlet blood mixed with amniotic fluid spread beneath me. But all this was nothing compared to the pain of being tortured by Jake in my past life.
When I was sent into the emergency room, the colleague who answered the phone saw my pale face on the stretcher. Her eyes widened in shock.
She hurriedly apologized to me, saying she thought the car accident was an excuse I made up to find Jake.
She admitted that hanging up on my call for help was a misunderstanding.
Mr. Larson, seeing that something was wrong, asked and found out that I was Jake's wife of seven years.
The extent of his anger showed in his darkened expression. He took out his phone and berated Jake.
Chapter 3
He put the call on speaker.
"Jake, where are you now? Your wife is in trouble and needs surgery. Get back here immediately!"
I thought he would at least hesitate when he heard his superior's call. But unexpectedly, Jake responded in a deep voice, "Mr. Larson? Did Jessica find you? Don't believe anything she says, she's hysterical. She fights with me at home every day. I'm a doctor, I can't just let people die. If I had been even a minute late today, the patient would have slit their wrists. She's emotionally unstable."
"Let Jessica go through with the delivery, and please explain to her for me. If she really doesn't believe it, forget it. Believe it or not."
Mr. Larson didn't expect to hear this. He was gritting his teeth to prevent himself from exploding on the spot. The veins on his forehead were bulging with anger.
But the next second, just as he was about to speak, Emily's weak voice came from the other end.
"Is that Mr. Parker looking for you? Are you leaving? Then I'll be all alone again, right? Well, your child is about to be born. It's my fault that I haven't let go of you yet..."
Jake seemed to be afraid of me hearing it and hung up the phone abruptly.
After a violent contraction, my vision went blurry, and I completely lost consciousness.
Mr. Larson hurriedly pushed me into the operating room.
In my coma, my thoughts seemed to drift back to my past life.
The first thing I did after the car accident in my last life was to call Jake for help.
He was on his way to Brill Town in the car.
Hearing that I was in a car accident, he immediately turned around to save me.
He used all his strength to drag me out of the driver’s seat.
Then he rushed into the emergency room with me, covered in blood.
He didn't relax until I was out of danger.
But the baby in my belly was stimulated and couldn't be delivered on time.
After he sent me home and rushed to find Emily, he only saw a cold body in the bathtub.
The wounds on her wrists were deep enough to see bone.
He said nothing and handled Emily’s funeral.
When he appeared before me again, it was days later.
He looked as if nothing had happened and calmly told me the news of Emily's death.
Meeting my guilty expression, he said he didn’t blame me.
He said he realized the impermanence of life after this incident, so he couldn’t wait to give me a makeup wedding.
Looking at his sincere face, I chose to believe him.
But right before the wedding, he knocked me unconscious and dragged me to Emily’s house.
My limbs were tied up, and my body curled up in the bathtub where Emily had slit her wrists.
There was no trace of the love in his eyes that I used to know.
Only scarlet hatred and deep resentment remained.
His paranoid face resembled a madman who had lost the love of his life.
The dagger in his hand gleamed coldly.
I stared at him, on the verge of collapse, as he slowly said, "Do you know how deep her wounds were? Do you know how much blood she lost that day?"
"It took so many years, and it was the first time I knew there was so much blood in a human."
"She was lying right here in this position. The blood flowed down her calves. I've been a doctor for many years, and I couldn’t see any other color in her body, so much that I couldn’t see any other color in my eyes."
"It doesn't matter if you don’t know, you'll find out soon."
After saying that, he placed Emily’s portrait in front of the bathtub.
The moment the dagger touched my body, I almost fainted from the pain.
But no matter how much I shook my head and cried, he remained indifferent.
The knife went up and down.
He raised the dagger and stabbed me and our child again and again.
His murmurs were like a ghost, like a madman.
"It was so deep, just in this position. She lost so much blood. Emily must have been in so much pain; she must have needed me so much at that time."
Nearly a thousand cuts he inflicted on me and our child.
After my death, he buried our bodies in the bathroom.
He held Emily’s ashes and held the wedding.
In that time, my soul was floating beside them, watching the crazy obsession in his eyes.
But it was too late.
I should have known long ago, from the moment Emily appeared on our wedding day seven years ago. From the moment he answered that phone call and abandoned the wedding.
Even though he was the one who got dumped by Emily and came to me in the first place.
Compared to Emily, I still had no chance.
Chapter 4
I slammed my fist on the bedside table. Was I alive? Or was this torture?
In my quest to find my mate, I lived among humans, hoping my mate might be an omega who found comfort in the human world. Still, no luck. I became a doctor, hoping to find her among my patients. Every time a potential match appeared, there was no spark of recognition.
My frustration simmered. What’s a Lycan king without a mate? My pack is expecting an alpha luna. I need her not just for the throne, but for myself. Each passing day without her weakens me.
Ryder, my wolf, calmed me. “Relax, we’ll find her.”
I snarled, frustration bleeding through. “When? Before we end up alone?”
Ryder growled, and I shoved him aside, not wanting him to add to my problems. I collapsed onto the bed, eyes shut.
Suddenly, Ryder’s loud growl jarred me awake. My eyes snapped open. In aggressive protest, I felt a bond forming. My mate was in danger.
How could I find her? Why was I feeling the mate bond when I didn’t know her? I snarled, confused. My head spun, and blood trickled from my nose. My eyes widened in realization.
I began to focus on Ryder’s will. I gripped the car keys, fingers trembling. The engine roared to life. Tires screeched as I sped away.
My eyes scanned the road, Ryder guiding me.
For the first time in my life, I was scared. The bond was pulling me, but I didn’t know where I was heading.
Suddenly, I slammed on the brakes, leaping out of my car. Ahead loomed a wreckage, flames licking the metal. A pregnant woman struggled inside, desperate.
As much as my mate needed me right now, I felt the urge to save this pregnant lady. Without hesitation, I moved to help her.
I ran toward her, ignoring warnings from someone who yelled, “It’ll explode!” I ignored them.
I tried to pull her up when our eyes met. Ryder snarled, “Mate!” My eyes widened. This pregnant stranger was my mate.
I pushed aside the shock, focusing on the rescue. “Hold my hand!” I urged, gripping hers. “I’ve got you!”
The murmurs behind me made my face grow darker and darker as they spoke. What infuriated me most was when one of them said, “Honey, you shouldn’t go out alone when you’re pregnant. Your belly is so big, it looks like you’re about to give birth. What’s your husband’s phone number? I’ll help you contact him.”
The name “husband” got on my nerves. I wanted to scream at them that she’s mine and mine alone.
I checked her pulse and saw that her condition was deteriorating. Immediately, I took out my phone and called the emergency room.
The moment the call connected, I questioned angrily, “Send an ambulance to the intersection immediately! Don’t you know there’s been a car accident? If I hadn’t passed by on my way to work, the victim would be dead now. How many times do I have to call to get you here? Who gave you the guts to ignore this? Do you know the importance of the emergency room? If you can’t make it to this shift, you’re all fired!”
I ended the call abruptly. “Incompetence,” I growled.
I gently rubbed her hands, concern etched on my face. My hand moved to her neck, and Ryder’s growl intensified. He yearned to mark her, but I resisted. She was in pain and still carrying another’s child.
Seeing my mate carrying another man’s child made me crazy. I gritted my teeth, trying to think of anything except my mate.
The ambulance arrived as a timely distraction. I helped her inside, focusing on her well-being. But at that moment, the phone in her hand rang.
I carefully helped her answer it and put the phone to her ear. The next second, a man’s angry questioning came from the other end.
“You called our department again? How long are you going to keep this up? Didn’t I tell you I have something to do today? Do you have to bother me at this time? You’re about to give birth. Look at what you’re doing! I’m busy enough with work every day. Can you please not call me for every little thing? Can’t you live without me? Every woman gets pregnant. I haven’t seen anyone as crazy as you.”
I couldn’t help but stare at the caller ID. To my surprise, it was her husband calling. How could a man be so rude to his pregnant wife?
“By the way, Emily would have almost slit her wrists, you know! Can’t you be more understanding? I’ll go back when I’m done. Don’t bother me.”
Before she could say anything, he hung up on her. I watched as tears streamed down her face.
I was gripped with frustration, helpless against her pain. My fury targeted her husband.
At the hospital, staff’s glances deepened. A nurse whispered, “Is she his mate?” Her apologetic look was unmistakable.
My eyes blazed with rage. The Moon Goddess had angered me. Why bond me to a married human?
Blood coursing through my veins, I redialed Jake’s number.
“Where are you now? Your wife is in trouble and needs surgery. Get back here immediately!”
“Mr. Larson, did Jessica find you again? Don’t believe anything she says. She’s hysterical. She fights with me at home every day. I’m a doctor; I can’t just let people die. If I had been even a minute late today, the patient would have slit her wrists. She’s emotionally unstable.”
I clenched my fists, trying to stop myself from exploding. I wanted to end the call, but I would rather not be rude.
“Let Jessica go through with the delivery, and please explain it to her for me. If she really doesn’t believe it, forget it. Believe it or not.”
Then we heard another voice, a female. Was he cheating?
“Is that Mr. Parker looking for you? Are you leaving? Then I’ll be all alone again, right? Well, your child is about to be born. It’s my fault that I haven’t let go of you yet.”
Before I could process anything, the call ended abruptly.
My mate let out a loud scream and collapsed. I hurriedly pushed her into the operating room.
Inside, the defibrillator’s shocks intensified her stress. Later, her heartbeat flickered.
“Stat, she’s still bleeding,” one of the doctors spoke.
I swallowed frustration, watching my face. I was struggling to tame Ryder, who wanted to take over me to save her. I can’t let him take over.
My hand trembled. Blood stained my fingers. The life-draining blood flow haunted me.
To save the child and my mate, I had to act fast.
Chapter 5
The water, like a chorus of whispers, surrounded me, filling my ears with their murmurings.
I forced my eyes open, only to be met with a sea of faces, their expressions a mixture of contempt and curiosity.
Where am I? Blinding light flooded my vision, obscuring the details of my surroundings.
I whispered, the realization dawning over me. The Lord has let me live. I can’t believe it. My eyes fluttered closed, only to reopen, and it was still the same.
“Doctor, she’s awake,” one of the voices said, clear and ringing.
“I’m alive,” I murmured, repeating the words as if to convince myself of their truth. “I’m alive.”
My body was flooded with a rush of emotions, relief mixed with a sense of disbelief. And with that, everything went blank.
As I regained consciousness, the steady beeping of machines and the whirring of medical equipment filled my ears. The effort it took to sit up was immense, each movement accompanied by a sharp stabbing pain that pierced through my body.
I peered at my stomach, feeling the material of my hospital gown bunch beneath my fingers.
A nurse, her face a picture of concern, rushed to my bedside.
“Are you awake?” she asked, her voice gentle and calming.
“Yes,” I managed, my voice shaky but resolute. “Jake?”
Her pained expression cut deep. No words were needed; my husband’s absence screamed volumes.
Crushed, I sagged against the hospital bed, eyes shut, and memories flooded my mind.
Seven agonizing years. Endless sacrifices. Unrelenting devotion. Wasn't I enough? What did Emily possess that I lacked?
Was it so bad that he couldn’t love me in my past life, and now again? Tears streamed down my face as anguish wracked my soul.
I turned around, my back facing the nurse, to avoid her asking whether I was okay or not. All I wanted was time to process.
I squeezed myself together, ignoring the pain. When my hands touched my stomach, my eyes widened, and I turned around to face the nurse.
“My child,” I whispered, the sound a desperate plea. The nurse wouldn’t meet my gaze, her eyes downcast as if searching for a way out of this conversation. “My child,” I repeated, my voice cracking with emotion.
The nurse finally looked at me. “You lost your child,” she whispered, her voice heavy with compassion.
I stared at her, my lips trembling as the words registered in my head.
“What?” My voice trembled, filled with anguish and disbelief. “No.” I protested, the denial more a reflex than a conscious thought.
“No, this can’t be true. My child, my baby.” I choked back a sob, my hand rising to cover my mouth as if to stifle the sound of my grief. “You must be wrong.” I insisted, my voice racking with desperation. “You must be wrong.”
The nurse enveloped me in a comforting embrace, offering what little solace she could. But even as her gentle touch worked to soothe my sobs, her words brought with them a new, terrifying prospect.
“There’s more, ma’am,” she whispered.
What news could be worse than that of losing my child?
The nurse’s face fell, her eyes brimming with empathy. “You… you can never be a mother again,” she said softly.
“I can never be what?” I cried out, the words slipping from my lips in a garbled mix of agony. The pain, a dagger twisting in my gut, radiated through my entire being. Each breath was a struggle against the sorrow that demanded to consume me.
My body ached against the bed, my limbs heavy with grief and despair.
“Why didn’t you take my soul?” I pleaded with the heavens, my voice hoarse and raw from the sobs that shook my entire body.
“What’s the purpose of living? I couldn’t save my child in my past life, and now I still didn’t save them. What type of mother am I?”
I clenched my fists and berated myself, but the nurse held my hand. My tears continued to flow.
The nurse, her arm wrapped tightly around me, repeated her words over and over, but they seemed hollow in the face of my heartbreak.
After what felt like an eternity, I was left alone, staring at the ceiling. My eyes now felt heavy. My back felt stiff, and I tossed around, now facing the window.
With a shaky breath, I unclipped the IV line from my arm, wincing as the needle slid free. With a ragged breath, I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling.
Ignoring the throbbing ache in my stomach, I staggered towards the door, opening it with a cautious creak. I saw no one and stepped out, using one of my hands to steady my body, wincing at the dull pain that seemed to pulse with every step.
I hailed a cab. In no time, I was home. Our home loomed before me, a reminder of everything that had been lost.
I pushed the front door open. And there he was, Jake, holding Emily on his lap. I thought I would burn the whole city down if I saw him holding her close, being treated the way I had begged him to treat me, I couldn’t even light a match.
I never imagined the day I would see him with Emily on his lap.
They both raised their heads up. Jake's eyes darted from my face to my stomach. I remembered my parents’ words: He doesn’t love you. He’s after your money. Choose between us and Jake.
As the sole heir to my late parents’ billionaire empire, I inherited wealth, but not love. Jake’s current success is my doing – medical school, his career, our life. Blindly, I gave him everything, believing he loved me.
Now, betrayed and shattered, I wondered: Was I merely a stepping stone? Was I destined to be unloved?
I expected Jake to speak, but he sat silently. Emily, still in his lap, had just moved when Mr. Larson burst in, eyes scanning frantically. Relief washed over his face upon seeing me.
He enveloped me in a huge hug and pulled away, checking me. “Thank goodness! Are you okay? You’re bleeding. Why did you leave?”
I didn’t even know how to respond. All I could do was open my mouth. Larson showed so much care.
Jake cleared his throat, standing between Mr. Larson and me. His sudden possessiveness sparked confusion. What game was Jake playing?
“Mr. Larson, my wife’s fine. I told you that she loves attention. That’s why she ran away from the hospital in her condition.”
In a blink of an eye, Mr. Larson’s fist connected with Jake’s jaw. “How dare you abandon her when she needs you!”
As Jake crumpled, I intervened, pressing Mr. Larson’s arm. “Please, stop.”
I managed to drag him up, and I almost fell. He grabbed me by the waist. Our eyes locked, and time froze.
A jolt of electricity ran through me. My nipples hardened, betraying my confusion. Breathless, I pushed Mr. Larson away.
Mr. Larson gripped my hands. “Let go, Jessica. You deserve better.”
Jake wrenched me free. “No one takes my wife from me.”
Mr. Larson’s eyes flared. “Your wife whom you abandoned for your mistress?”
Jake’s grip tightened. “It’s me or him. Leave now, and you’re gone forever.”
Mr. Larson countered, “My home is open to you, Jessica. Find solace there.”
Jake’s eyes blazed with fury, his jaw clenched. He couldn’t do anything because Mr. Larson was his superior. “Choose, Jessica,” he growled.
Mr. Larson’s pained gaze sent shivers down my spine. His eyes burned with an unspoken message.
My heart heavy with betrayal, I knew I had to decide.
“I will…” I took a deep breath, then blurted out, “I will stay with my husband.”
Mr. Larson’s next action took me off guard.
Chapter 6
I leaned against the wall, feeling the cold surface against my back. Fear gripped me, but instead, I felt an unending calm. His piercing eyes searched mine.
“Why cling to someone who repeatedly hurts you?” he asked, voice low and urgent. “Someone who couldn’t be bothered to visit you in the hospital despite you being there for three days?”
My eyes widened. “Three days?” I repeated, memories hazy.
“Yes, three days. Do you know how worried I was?” His grip tightened, and I winced.
“You’re hurting me,” I cried out.
“Sorry,” he whispered, freeing my hands, regret etched on his face. Gentle fingers enveloped mine, soothing the pain.
I trembled. I couldn’t think straight. He began to blow air on my hands.
“Does it hurt?” he asked, raising his head. Time seemed to stop moving. The world reduced to this moment.
How could a stranger show more concern than my husband of seven years?
Jake’s hands grasped Mr. Larson’s shoulders, tearing him away from me. “Thank you for checking on my wife,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re dismissed.”
Mr. Larson’s piercing gaze lingered on mine, a desperate plea to escape the toxic chains binding me. But I stood frozen, trapped in my own indecision.
Rage and determination surged within me.
If there’s one clear thing, I hate Jake. But there are still so many mysteries that have not been solved and may never be.
No one would believe the pain I’ve endured, the countless pleas for love ignored.
The world needed to witness his true nature—the cruelty, the manipulation, the heartbreak.
Jake was known for one personality in front of the world: a man of justice who’s incapable of hurting anyone, not even an ant.
So how would they believe me if I told them how much he hurt me without them witnessing it? What if I had died?
“My doors are always open for you,” Mr. Larson whispered, his voice a gentle breeze.
I nodded, whispering thanks as the door closed behind him. As Mr. Larson vanished from sight, my forced smile faltered, revealing the turmoil beneath.
Jake’s icy gaze pinned me. He strode to the door, yanking it open to confirm Mr. Larson’s departure. He turned around, eyes blazing.
“So, you set your boyfriend to beat me up in my house?” Jake snarled, venom dripping from his words.
Agony coursed through my body, exhaustion weakening my resolve.
“Not tonight, Jake,” I whispered, turning away.
He seized my wrist, fingers digging deep. “Where do you think you’re slinking off to, you worthless, barren thing?” he spat, jerking me backward.
His venomous words ignited a spark. “What did you just call me?” I demanded.
Jake’s face twisted, his voice a snarl. “WORTHLESS. BARREN. CUNT.”
His insults fueled my defiance. Without thinking, my palm connected with his cheek, the slap echoing through the room.
Jake’s eyes widened, shock momentarily silencing his malice.
“How dare you!” Jake snarled, fists clenched, as he yanked my hair, wrenching my head back. I struggled, desperation fueling my frantic attempts to break free.
Memories of my past life, the pain and bloody horrors, flooded my mind. The slicing pain. The helplessness. Fear gripped me.
“Please, Jake,” I pleaded, voice trembling.
His eyes blazed with fury. He kicked the floor, his foot connecting with my injured body. Pain exploded, a scream tearing from my lips.
A lone tear betrayed me, but I clenched my jaw, refusing to surrender to Jake’s cruelty. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. I struggled to stand up.
“You’ll think twice before raising a hand to me,” he seethed, eyes blazing.
Released, I crumpled to the floor. Jake’s foot connected with my stomach, stealing my breath.
Tears cascaded down my cheeks, and I bit my lip to stifle the sobs.
Rage and anguish fueled my desire to fight back. Why had Jake destroyed everything that meant to me? But my frail condition betrayed me, forcing me to retreat.
I limped into the room, shutting the door behind me. The hospital gown pooled to the floor, revealing a canvas of scars.
I fixed on the most haunting one, the reminder of Jake’s brutality on my stomach.
A vow burned within me. Jake would not escape unpunished. I swore upon my parents’ graves: I would bring him to his knees.
With that, I wiped away my tears.
Morning sunlight crept through the window, illuminating my sleepless night. I rose, weary, and stumbled to the bathroom. The water offered little comfort.
Dressing in mourning black, I washed my face and donned sunglasses. This small tribute acknowledged my child’s significance.
Gazing into the mirror, a steely resolve flickered.
Shouldering my bag, I descended the stairs. Today, I’d confront the shattered remnants of my life and find a path forward.
The sitting room echoed with Jake’s callous laughter. I glared past him, invisible. His indifference stung. None of them acknowledged my presence.
I escaped into the morning light, seeking solace in action. The cab whisked me away to the bank, where I withdrew a thick wad of cash.
Next stop, the lawyer’s office. His eyebrows raised as I entered, my determination palpable.
“Here’s the cash,” I said, slapping it onto his desk. “Tell me everything about Jake’s will and our estate.”
The lawyer’s words sliced through me like a dagger: “Jake forged your death certificate to claim your estate.”
Stunned, I reeled backward, disbelief wrenching my gut. How could Jake’s cruelty know no bounds?
The lawyer handed me the death certificate, his eyes somber. I grasped it, trembling as the words danced before me: “Deceased.”
Jake’s malice knew no bounds. Did he really want me dead? Searing pain shot through my stomach, echoing yesterday’s agony.
“Are you okay?” the lawyer asked. I nodded, but forced a smile.
“I’m fine,” I lied, struggling to compose myself.
The lawyer’s voice faded into the background as agony consumed me.
I clenched my jaw, desperate to maintain composure, but my body betrayed me. Without thinking, I fled the office, into the blinding sunlight.
Blood dripped down my leg, soaking my black dress.
The ignored warning signs from earlier now screamed for attention. I quickly hailed a cab and rushed to the hospital, frantic.
Mr. Larson’s worried face swam before me, his eyes filled with concern.
The last thing I remember was him saying, “Please stay strong, Jessica.”
But everything faded to black.
Chapter 7
Lawson's POV
I paced away, fuming inside. Why did she cling to toxic Jake?
Reaching our pack, I rushed into the bathroom, her haunting image in my mind. I berated myself for considering harming her.
What possessed me to grip her arms, digging claws into her skin? What’s the difference between me and Jake?
Ryder growled. If there’s a name my wolf and I hated, it was none other than “Jake.” The name sounded like death itself.
Under the shower’s pounding water, I gripped my belt, whipping my back with a resounding crack.
Jessica’s pained eyes seared my mind. Rage consumed me. I unleashed fury upon myself, scars symbolizing my failures.
“What?” I barked.
“Alpha, are you okay?” my guard asked hesitantly.
“Would you be if I weren’t?” I retorted, rolling my eyes.
“Yes, Alpha,” he murmured.
“Good, get the fuck out of sight,” I roared.
My guard’s footsteps faded. I continued lashing my back, desperate to absorb Jessica’s anguish. Each crack of the belt fueled my conscience.
What weakness possessed me to leave her? Protecting Jessica was my duty, and I failed.
A primal growl escaped my throat. I dropped the belt, the word “failure” echoing in my mind. I stood there, unable to calm the tempest within.
I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped out of the bathroom.
My guard’s presence ignited irritation. “Can’t I have five minutes of peace?” I snarled. This was the reason I hated coming to the pack; everyone was always in my space.
“What is it?” I demanded.
“The elders request a meeting,” he replied.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not interested.”
“It’s crucial, Alpha,” he pressed.
I scoffed. “They’re all about bringing my mate. That’s all anyone cares about.”
My frustration simmered. No one asked how I felt. They didn’t know I found her—human, married, and trapped with a monster. I glared at my guard lingering.
“Get out!” I snarled, frustration boiling over.
I collapsed onto the bed, letting out a tortured groan.
“Is this my destiny?” I lamented.
Banished by the moon goddess, a Lycan king—borderline unwanted, yet inherited after Father’s passing.
Exhaustion escaped in a heavy sigh, but Jessica’s image invaded my thoughts. I failed her.
Jessica’s choice to stay with Jake baffled me. How could she love someone who callously dismissed her near-death experience?
Jake’s response still seared my mind when I had called him earlier, claiming he was caught up with something.
Fury exploded, slamming my fist against the wall. Desperation gripped me. How could I show the depth of my love? How much I’m willing to kill for her?
I summoned my beta through our mind link. “Come to my room,” I commanded.
When he arrived, I opened my laptop, typing Jessica’s name. Her radiant smile and sparkling hazel eyes filled the screen. My heart ached. I’d never seen her smile.
I yearned to be the one to ignite that joy. I longed to be her sanctuary, her safe haven.
A knock echoed.
“Enter,” I called. My guard stepped aside. I beckoned him nearer.
He glanced at my screen. His eyebrows arched, inquiring.
I fixed an intense gaze on my beta. “Uncover everything about Jessica. Her life, passions, memories—every detail.”
My beta nodded before he departed, leaving me drowning in my obsession. “To the poor mate,” I muttered.
I needed a desperate affirmation. How could I reveal the truth when Jessica remained oblivious to our world, to our bond?
Morning sunlight pierced my eyes, and I groaned, stretching. I had barely slept, and now it’s day again. I needed to be at the hospital.
I rushed through my bath, irritation flaring. I got dressed and stepped out, only to find the guard. I raised an eyebrow.
“Can you at least allow me to breathe?” I asked, my voice laced with anger.
“Alpha, the meeting’s crucial.”
I had completely forgotten about the meeting. My eyes glanced at the clock. I had twenty minutes. I entered the meeting room, and the assembly began, buzzing.
“Shh,” I demanded, scanning expectant faces.
I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for one of them to speak, but all I got was silence. The tension was palpable.
“Is this a silent battle?” I snapped, impatient. “Speak, or I’ve got better things to attend to.”
One of the elders stood up, clearing his throat. “All hail the Alpha,” he began, but I cut him off.
I rolled my eyes, bracing for judgment. I’m still touching 1 as
The elder continued, “You will have to bring your mate before the full moon, or we’ll assign you another.”
Fury ignited. I stood up, abandoning the meeting, ignoring their pleas for me to come back. I stormed out of the pack boundaries, seething.
How dare they dictate my fate? I would not bow to their demands. No one dares talk to an alpha with disrespect.
Suddenly, my nose began to bleed, and my eyes widened. Jessica is in danger. My first instinct was to go to Jake’s house.
I stared into their home, finding Jake entwined with another woman. Rage consumed me.
“Jessica!” I bellowed, ignoring Jake’s attempt to speak. But I got no response. I moved to the middle of the living room.
Jake’s eyes widened as I approached, my gaze blazing. “What have you done to her?” I growled, fists clenched.
Jake stammered, “I didn’t do anything,” he muttered.
“Prove it. Search the house,” Jake choked.
I can’t let Ryder take over me if not they would see my failure.
My grip tightened. Lifting him off the ground, Ryder’s primal fury surged. I needed to be in control.
I released Jake, and he crashed to the floor.
“She’s ashamed because of you,” my voice dripped venom. “You’re dead.”
Wheeling around, I sprinted to the car, consumed by one thought: saving Jessica. I decided to follow my instincts, and it led me to the hospital.
Bursting into the hospital, my senses reeled. Jessica’s scent enveloped me, triggering a primal alarm. Spotting her on a stretcher, I shoved through the crowd.
“Jessica?” I growled, seizing control.
Rushing alongside the gurney, I whispered urgently, “Hang on, mate. Please, be strong.”
Later, I swiftly secured oxygen. Jessica’s battered stomach revealed the horrific truth of Jake’s brutality.
Through our mind link, I commanded my guard, “Kidnap Jake. Now.”
“Yes, Alpha,” he replied, severing the connection.
Clenching my fists, I seethed. It’s time to settle the score with that bastard.
Chapter 8
As I struggled to open my heavy eyelids, Mr. Larson's familiar presence surrounded me, warm and comforting. After much struggle, my eyes opened, and my gaze met his.
His gentle hands supported me, helping me sit upright. My parched throat cried out for relief.
"Water," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
He vanished and reappeared, pressing a cool glass into my hands. It was strange how fast he moved. I wanted to ask him, but I decided to brush it aside. Perhaps I was imagining things.
I gulped the refreshing liquid, feeling it soothe my dry throat. Returning the cup, our fingers touched, sparking a jolt of electricity.
"Thank you," I said sincerely.
His soft caress on my cheek sent shivers down my spine. As his hand withdrew, I yearned for his warmth. Was this how much I missed a man's touch? Or was there something about Mr. Larson that made me crave him?
His compassionate gaze held mine, filling me with a sense of safety and understanding.
Mr. Larson settled beside me, his fingers tapping softly. His piercing eyes betrayed a multitude of unspoken questions.
I offered a gentle smile, instinctively placing my hands on his. He flinched, and I swiftly withdrew them.
"Sorry," I whispered, cheeks flushing.
But to my surprise, he enveloped my hands in his, his eyes locking onto mine. Softly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against my skin. A jolt of electricity coursed through me.
Mr. Larson was making it hard for me. He was not only cute but caring.
"Why stay?" he asked, voice low and husky. "Don’t deny it. You know he doesn’t love you."
Our proximity made the air thick with tension. I inhaled deeply, the sincerity in his eyes unraveling my defenses.
I removed my hands from his, but he grabbed them immediately, and I smiled.
"Just a second," I whispered, removing my hands from his again.
I pulled my gown up, exposing my scarred back. Mr. Larson's eyes traced the painful reminders. His gasp echoed through the room. He needed no words to understand who did this to me.
The scars were from my past life when Jake had sliced me in the bathtub. I wondered why the Lord had reborn me with them, perhaps to remind me of my stupidity.
I faced him, determination hardening my resolve. "If I leave, how do I show the world what he did?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Taking everything from him is easy, but how do I make him pay?"
Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as memories flooded back. "If I had covered up the accident on time, I’d still have my child," I whispered, fighting to hold back the sorrow.
I refused to cry. I refused to be weak. Facing Mr. Larson, I offered a heartfelt smile.
"Thank you for everything," I said, my voice genuine. "I must go home. Staying here is suffocating."
His expression darkened. "Did he hit you last night?" he asked, his voice low and concerned. He looked like he could explode any moment. I was supposed to be scared, but for some weird reason, I felt safe.
I reassured him, taking his hands in mine. "That’s all that matters."
He nodded thoughtfully. "How will you make him pay?"
Determination burned within me. "I don’t know yet, but I will bring him to his knees."
Mr. Larson's eyes sparkled with resolve. "Let's be friends and partners. I’ll help you seek justice against Jake. Your battles are mine now."
My eyes widened in astonishment. "Why?" I whispered, searching Mr. Larson’s face for answers. "We barely know each other. What makes you want to help me?"
Doubts crept in. "What if I regret this? What if you expect something in return?" My heart ached at the unsettling thought.
But gazing into his kind eyes, I pushed aside my fear. No, he’s different. He can’t hurt a fly.
"Same thing you said about Jake," my subconscious whispered warnings, recalling Jake’s initial charm.
I rolled my eyes, dismissing the haunting memory.
Mr. Larson stepped closer, conviction in his voice. "Because I have resources you lack. No woman deserves suffering at her husband’s hands."
Just as his lips graced mine, the door creaked open.
"Sorry," the nurse exclaimed, her apologetic voice piercing the tension.
I pushed Mr. Larson away, embarrassment flushing my cheeks.
"We can discuss further," the nurse stammered, beating a hasty retreat.
"I’m fine now," I assured no one in particular, hastily gathering my belongings. "Thank you."
Mr. Larson’s grip on my waist tightened.
But I removed his hands and quickened my pace, escaping the hospital’s suffocating atmosphere.
Relief washed over me as I escaped the hospital.
"What was I thinking?" I berated myself. "I think I’m losing my mind." Self-loathing crept in, unfamiliar and unsettling.
How could I be so reckless? Why didn’t I think this through? My reputation hung in the balance.
As the vehicle pulled away, Mr. Larson’s scent lingered, triggering pain. I hailed a cab, shutting the door behind me. Relief washed over me as the cab accelerated.
Mr. Larson sprinted alongside, his determined gaze locked onto mine.
"Jessica!" he called out, pounding on the window. The driver hesitated, glaring in the rearview mirror.
"Keep going," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.
Mr. Larson’s voice grew more urgent. His words were muffled by the glass.
The cab accelerated, leaving him behind. Through the rearview mirror, I watched Larson’s pleading expression fade in the distance.
I exhaled deeply, eyes dried, heart racing. Doubts swirled: Can I really work with him? One hour, and we nearly crossed the line. What about five hours?
My circumstances left me little choice. I needed Mr. Larson’s help desperately. Resolute, I opened my eyes.
"I must be cautious," I vowed, steeling myself for the challenges ahead.
I entered my home, and Jake’s presence greeted me from the couch.
"Will you always be dramatic?" he sneered, his eyes gleaming with malice.
I raised an eyebrow, feigning nonchalance. "What do you mean?"
"Your mad boyfriend was here looking for you," he said, his voice dripping with venom.
I needed no soothsayer to tell me he was referring to Mr. Larson. I rolled my eyes. "He’s not my boyfriend."
Jake chuckled menacingly. "Someone who threatened to kill me if anything happened to you? That’s possessive for a boyfriend."
I doubted Jake’s words. Why would Mr. Larson threaten him? Jake’s intentions were clear—he was provoking me.
I walked past him, silencing my shield. I got to my room and locked the door.
"Open the damn door, Jessica," Jake barked, pounding on my bedroom door.
I ignored him, waiting for him to tire. But Jake’s relentless barrage continued.
"You think you’re smart, don’t you?" he spat. "Thinking you can play me?"
His anger escalated, fists banging on the door. I flinched, memories of past abuse resurfacing. No, not again.
Suddenly, Jake’s pounding stopped. The silence was more unsettling.
I steeled myself, anticipating his next move. I closed my eyes.
Suddenly, a cunning plan crystallized. I shot my eyes open, sitting up. To break Jake, the first step is to drive a wedge between him and Emily.
A smile crept across my face as an idea popped into my head.
Jake and Emily, watch your back!
Chapter 9
I relished the coolness, a brief reprieve. Standing there, water dripping from my chin, I let out a weary sigh. Exhaustion seeped into my bones, weighing me down.
I heard a faint noise. My ears perked up as muted sounds drifted from outside the room.
“Jake?” I called out, my voice laced with a mix of curiosity and caution. Limping, I made my way to the door.
Silence. I called out again, my tone firmer. “Jake?”
Nothing.
My instincts on high alert, I crept forward, careful not to make a sound. The kitchen was the source of the noise.
Tiptoeing, I noticed a knife on the floor; its presence added weight in my hand. Slowly, I pushed open the kitchen door.
The sight before me made my heart sink.
Emily and Jake were locked in a tender moment. Their arms wrapped around each other, their lips inches apart.
Betrayal seeped into my soul. Their audacity knew no bounds. Without guilt, Emily had the nerve to smirk.
“Jake,” I spat, disdain dripping from my words.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, closing the door. Anger welled up inside me. I wanted to make it clear why I had barged in, but then Jake wasn't worth any explanation.
In a saccharine tone, Emily purred, “Can I whip up something special for you, love?”
Something snapped, and a plan formed in my mind. I turned around and sprinted upstairs, grabbing a jar of peanut butter as I dashed out of the house.
The evening air hit me like a slap in the face. I welcomed it, heading to the nearest store, my mind racing.
I scoured the store aisles, my eyes scanning for the perfect sabotage tool: peanuts, Jake's deadly allergy.
Memories resumed, haunting me. The last time Jake's allergy flared, he had slapped me.
But tonight, the tables would turn. Adding peanuts to their dinner would ignite a firestorm. Jake’s wrath would shift from me to Emily.
Their first fight was imminent. A wicked grin spread across my face. Next, I intended to win Emily over. But how?
For now, I pushed that puzzle aside. My priority: poison Jake's peanut butter.
I seized the peanut butter and sprinted to the checkout. “That’ll be 15.55,” the cashier said. I slapped down the cash.
“Keep the change!” I yelled, dashing out of the store.
Adrenaline fueled my sprint back home. I burst around the corner, my eyes fixed on the back door. It was locked.
Frustration surged, making me tug at my hair.
The peanut butter seemed to burn in my hand, its potential wasted.
With a deep breath, I set the jar beside the door and walked towards the front entrance. Time to put on a mask of calm.
Jake's voice pierced the air as I entered. “Where have you been?”
I bit back a snarl, forcing a sweet smile. I needed Jake to be in a good mood to eat dinner tonight. “Just stepped out to get my medication.”
My eyes darted to the clock, calculating the timing. Jake’s gaze dropped to my empty hands. “I don't see any medication.”
My heart skipped a beat. Think fast.
“Jess,” Jake called out, his voice laced with irritation.
I remained calm. “I left my medication at the store. I’ll have to go back.”
Jake's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing. He pulled Emily closer, their lips locking in a sickening kiss. Emily's moan made my stomach churn.
I seized the distraction. Tiptoeing to the back door, I opened it silently and retrieved the peanut butter.
Just as I turned, Jake’s deep voice sent my heart racing.
“What are you doing?” he asked, his tone suspicious.
My pulse thundered. Swallowing hard, I turned slowly, concealing the peanut butter behind my back. I leaned against the sink.
“Cabinet’s open,” I said, feigning nonchalance.
Jake’s gaze lingered on the cabinet before returning to me. “Fix it,” he ordered.
I nodded, forcing a counterfeit smile.
As he turned to leave, he hesitated, his eyes narrowing. “You’re up to something, aren't you?”
My heart skipped a beat. I maintained the facade, nodding again.
Jake's skepticism was palpable, but he shook his head and departed.
The moment he vanished, I sprang into action. I grabbed the peanut butter and slipped out.
I pushed Jake’s door open slowly, slipping inside undetected. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, I emptied the contents into the toilet.
The water's soothing rush calmed my racing thoughts. Now it was time to execute my plan.
I stepped out, and the sound of their giggling infuriated me. Peering down, I saw them kissing, their bodies entwined.
A low growl escaped my lips. I crept back to the flower vase, releasing it. The loud crash echoed through the hallway.
“What’s that?” Jake called, annoyance etched in his voice.
I hid behind the door, holding my breath. As they reached the top, Jake’s curses filled the air.
“Damn! The bathroom’s flooding.”
Seizing the distraction, I silently backed away and sprinted downstairs.
I slipped into the kitchen, my hands trembling as I grated fake peanuts into the jar. I emptied its contents into the mix, the sound echoing through the silence.
A quick glance outside confirmed Jake and Emily were still distracted by the flood. Seizing the opportunity, I quickly opened the back door and disposed of the peanut butter.
Returning to the kitchen, I washed my hands, removing any evidence. I carefully cleaned the jar, removing any traces of its former contents.
The peanut butter now rested in its new container. I carefully placed it where Jake would expect it—alongside the other jars.
My sabotage was complete. I exhaled, relief washing over me, and headed up to join the chaos.
Jake's room was a mess, water everywhere. Feigning concern masked my satisfaction.
“Who could have done this?” Jake fumed, muttering under his breath.
Emily, ever the doting partner, soothed him. “Calm down, babe. We’ll get it cleaned up.”
I maintained silence, focused on my ultimate goal: getting them to consume the poison, unaware of the danger lurking in the kitchen.
“Let’s finish up,” I suggested, pretending to share their urgency. “We can grab dinner afterward.”
Jake’s anger still simmered, but Emily’s calming presence kept him in check. Once we finished cleaning, I subtly guided them toward the kitchen.
A mischievous grin etched on my face.
I observed as I waited for the impending chaos. Emily scooped the peanut butter.
My inner smile grew, a wicked satisfaction spreading through me.
It's time for Emily and Jake to have the first taste of their medicine.
Chapter 10
I slammed my thigh, leg kicking out in frustration.
"Damn it," I muttered, rubbing my face. How did I let my instincts sabotage everything? Ryder had taken over, driven by Jessica’s intoxicating scent. Now, I’d frightened her away.
My pace quickened down the empty street, watching her disappear into the distance. A growl rumbled in my chest. Anger tore at me, loosening the suffocating control.
All commotion inside, the pack’s concerned expressions mirrored mine. This had to stop. My pack needed me, and I needed Jessica, the heart of my mate.
I growled, striding past them, my shoulder brushing theirs. I headed to the office and slammed the door behind me. I sat down, trying to tame Ryder.
"Mate!" Ryder said. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Jessica’s scent filled my nose, and I wanted her more than anything.
Closing my eyes, I grasped my jaw, tension radiating through my body. I tried to think of anything to distract myself from what had just happened earlier.
But it was hard. Everything reminded me of Jessica. I groaned and opened my eyes.
I needed to focus on my friendship and hard-won territory. One step closer to claiming her.
But Ryder’s growing restlessness gnawed at me. He couldn’t sabotage my plan now. Not after all I’ve strategized.
My thoughts numbed. Control Ryder, or risk losing Jessica forever. I inhaled deeply. This was harder than I thought. Dealing with humans is quite difficult.
A call for me. Frustration stirred. I gathered my belongings and stepped out, informing the pack, "Notify me of any emergencies. I have pressing matters."
My smile, a hollow gesture, didn’t reach my eyes. Driving home, my thoughts churned. Jessica’s presence consumed me.
I walked to my bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. My mind raced: What’s the next move?
One certainty burned within me. The sooner I help Jessica exact revenge, the better. Delays will claim her full attention.
Time was running out. The full moon loomed, and I needed to present my Luna. Tradition demanded it. Without her by my side, my strength would wane, leaving Jessica vulnerable.
Groaning, I raked my hair, frustration boiling.
Why was everything so complicated? I craved simplicity, normalcy.
Can’t I have a life like everyone else? Free from danger, free to love my mate without fear?
Ryder whimpered, echoing my longing. Jessica’s face haunted me.
I must ensure her safety, claim her as mine. The human’s deadline pressured me.
I collapsed onto the bed, seeking refuge in sleep, but my mind refused to quiet.
Finding a mate, they said, brought peace, but not for me. Mine came with a tangled web of troubles.
Jessica’s face haunted me. She deserved better. A life free from danger, from men like Jake who treated her like trash.
Rage simmered. My fists clenched, teeth gritted. The thought of him laying a hand on her. A low growl rumbled in my chest. Ryder stirred, echoing my fury.
Breathe.
No one will harm her, not while I breathe.
I don’t know how long I slept, but I was awoken by my pack’s mental link intruding, piercing my solitude. I rebuffed them, unwilling to engage.
"Let me be," I silently growled, tossing around, yearning for more sleep.
But they persisted, seeking connection. I relented, allowing their thoughts to penetrate.
"Alpha, we have him," my guard reported.
"Who?" I demanded, groggy. I couldn’t process anything. All I wanted was to sleep.
"Jake," he replied.
My eyes snapped open, memories flooding back.
Ryder’s hunger for vengeance ignited. "It’s time to finish this."
I flung off the pillow, sitting up. My mental link pulsed with commands.
"Take him to see me. Treat him to shapeshift, but don’t let him die from shock. Death is an easy punishment."
I growled, feeling his weight settle into my palm.
The sound of shuffling feet echoed through the space.
He begged, his voice cracking.
Ignoring him, I tasted the desperation in his tone.
And then he began to shake, the very essence of fear.
He begged, desperation matching his voice. "Please, don’t kill me."
"This is only the beginning," I hissed, my eyes locked on his trembling form.
With a swift motion, I grabbed his throat, squeezing. He gasped, clutching his leg as he scrambled backward.
My hand poised for the next strike.
His eyes pleaded for mercy, but that was one thing I couldn’t give.
"It’s over for you," I whispered, my voice dripping with finality.
I dragged him to the corner, his body crumpling. His muffled cries filled the air as he fought for consciousness.
I paused to head out, and he gulped air, eyes bulging. I submerged his head, watching with satisfaction as he writhed.
I pulled him out, my phone buzzed. I retrieved it, merely to silence it, but my gaze snagged on the message.
My eyes widened, locked on the screen. My head snapped up, gaze darting between Jake and the phone.
These words seared my mind: "Everything we..."
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