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Edrick's POVClover was awake.Only after the doctor said those words did my heart begin to beat normally again.I had thought it would burst out of my ribcage with every passing second.Every step they took, every time their hands touched her, every word they said, everything blurred together.I didn't want to fall apart, but I knew I was on the brink of it.My hands wrapped around Alina. Her warmth was the only thing keeping me grounded. I needed her.The doctor said she was responding. That was all I needed to breathe again.We rushed towards her. The nurse adjusted one machine after another while every second felt like an eternity.Finally, she moved away, and we could lean closer.“Clover.” Alina’s voice shook. With fear, with hope.“Clover, can you hear me?” she called again while I just stood there, watching. Maybe I did not have words, or maybe I was scared one word from me would break this fragile moment.“Clover, it’s Mommy.” Tears were forming in her eyes now. I stretched m

ALINA'S POVAll the anger, the fury, everything paused.Beep, beep, beep. The sound was loud.And for a moment, I did not know what was going on.Not until Edrick looked at the door.It was coming from Clover’s room.“Check her. I’ll get the doctor.” He said those words as he sprinted out of the room.My chest was beating.My legs felt glued to the floor. Still, I forced myself to move.It must have taken less than a second to get to the door, but for me, it took hours.No, ages.The door felt heavier than usual. Or maybe my hands were just too weak.I raced to the bed.Clover was still lying motionless, the way we left her. But the machines were beeping nonstop. Every light on the machine flashed different colors.I brought my trembling hands to her chest, searching for any sign that she was moving.I felt nothing. Or maybe my hands were shaking too much to feel anything.“Clo-ver?” My voice cracked.My hands moved to her cold face, her unmoving eyes.“Please, baby. Please open your

Edrick’s POVTwo days passed, and Alina and I would come to the hospital and greet the doctors with the same question.“Is she ready yet?” This time, it was Alina asking. I was the one who asked yesterday.“I am sorry, Mrs. Vale, but it’s best if we wait until she is perfectly stable.”I groaned.Loud enough for him to hear my frustration.I know they are following the proper procedure, but I just wish Clover would get her surgery soon enough.I want her awake. I want her to look at me and call me Dad. This time, as my actual daughter.“Mr. Vale...” the doctor was about to start another long explanation. I knew it.“It’s fine. We understand,” I said, holding Alina’s hand.“Let’s go.”She gave me a weak smile, her tired eyes trying hard to stay open.We stepped into Clover’s room.The atmosphere was a bit different from two days ago. Maybe it was because Alina had placed all her favorite toys around the room. Or maybe it was the soothing candles burning in the waiting room.Just as we

ANNA'S POVAdrian was driving, my head sticking out the window, as I tried my best not to get lost in my thoughts.Mom.I still couldn't believe it.She showed up after how many years, and that too, not for us, but for Alina?So she had moved on with her life and had people she saw as her children while I spent all these years mourning her, missing her, wanting nothing but to see her, wondering if she was dead or alive.Now that I had finally seen her, I wished she was dead. Maybe it wouldn't hurt this badly then.'Cause then, I wouldn't have to accept the fact that she willingly left and didn't care to reach out all these years."We're here," Adrian said, snapping me back to reality.I looked up, and we were parked right in front of the Vale mansion.Dad was in there, and that was one of the reasons I didn't want to go in.The major one being that my stuff was still with Adrian, and going home meant I wouldn't have access to it."Give me," I said, stretching an arm out. I knew he wou

ALINA'S POVEdrick did not look mad. And for that, I was grateful. The last thing I wanted was another issue just after we had fixed one.But he did not look happy.“I don't want her here.” His voice was cold. He stood up and went into Clover's room.I let the phone ring until he had shut the door before I answered.“Mary?” I said.“How are you, Liana? How is Clover? Any progress?” Her words were rushed, tripping over one another.“She's okay. She will have her surgery soon,” I said.“Oh, thank God.” She let out a shaky breath.“I hope everything gets better soon,” she added.“Me too, Mary. Me too.”My words were followed by silence.I had nothing to say. I had a thousand questions, but this was not the best time to ask.I wanted to know why Edrick hated her so much. What had she done? She couldn't be the evil person he said she was. What if she was? What if I had only met the good version of her and she really was a bad person?I really wanted to know.“Liana,” Mary broke the silence

Edrick’s POV“ANd you sure about that, doc?” I asked, leaning on the doctor’s desk. I did not want to be rude, but there was no way I was letting my daughter keep getting treatment from this hospital. It was not bad, but it wasn’t the best. And my Clover deserves the best!“Yes, Mr. Vale. We can start preparing for the transfer as soon as possible.”The Doctor said. “Good.” I left the office and went straight to Clover’s room.The moment I stepped in, the air shifted. It was as if I had stepped into the real deal. Clover was on the bed, all that stuff connected to her body, her eyes closed, her face pale. She looked exactly the same with how we left her. The closer I got to her bed, the more I wished I had strangled Aria earlier at the hospital. She did this to C;lover. She doesn't deserve the medical attention she was getting. I forced away the thoughts of Aria and leaned closer to Clover. Alina was seated beside her quietly, holding her hand so tightly as if letting go meant

> If there's anything Cat hates more than dirt, it's dark, cluttered places. Sadly, she was stuck in both. She leaned on the door and kept knocking and knocking and knocking, hoping they would pity her and open it. But Alpha Coal was long gone and she was all on her own.She stood to her feet, cleaning the last bits of tears. She would not let this keep happening to her. They made her cry at Vancouley Hills, and now, here, they also wanted to do the same.She tried to move around, but she could not see a thing. It felt like it was nighttime in the room.She boldly took one step, then two. By her fifth step, she was hit by the wall. Was the room that small?She put her hands on the wall that was made of old castle rocks. She kept touching and moving until her hands met something wooden.A window.She gave it a strong push.It didn't budge.Then she tried again, and again. And again. She lost count of the number of times she was hitting the window with all her might, but one thing she k

“Stop.”Coal didn’t even know when and how that word left his mouth.Slowly, he dropped the bloody knife on the table.Betty stared in confusion, while Cat, Cat had a glimmer of hope in her eyes.But all that was not his problem. His problem was that the closer he got to her, the stronger the sensation got, the same sensation that had pushed him to say, "Stop!"He reached where they were standing, and he could feel her shrinking in fear. Her lush brown hair covered most of her face. He wanted to see it, he wanted to see her. More of her. He had never felt anything like the waves surging through his veins.He leaned closer, then with one finger, grabbed the edge of her chin and lifted her head.Their eyes finally met, and for that split moment, there was no one else in the room except her.His chest squeezed hard, and there was a mix of pleasure and pain in whatever it was he was feeling.He did not know what he was feeling. He had never felt it before. But he wanted more of it.It too

Cat had no idea how long she has been walking in the dark, thick bushes. That driver really ruined things by bringing her to this side of the border. How was she supposed to survive wolfless in this thick ass forest with tall trees. She kept walking even though there was no sign of an end to the trees. She ouldn't go back, and she couldn't stop. Not until her poor knees failed and she fell to the damp ground. "ughh," She cried out, the pain in her knees was traveling up her whole body. Was it just exhaustion? Or was it side effects of the terrible things that just happened to her. Knowing she would not be able to move any further in this condition, she leaned on the nearest tree trunk. Her eye lids closed shut slowly. All she could see were the events that happened earlier. With her eyes shut, she tried to call out for her wolf. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to contact her. She really can't be gone, right? But after several trials, she gave up, accepting her pathetic f

She opened her eyes to the worried eyes of her mother and sister. Not just them, kneeling a bit too close to her, was Draven. Her ex husband. Her ex mate. The man who hurt her, who killed her babies and cheated on her. But as he leaned closer, she could see softness in his eyes. The softness he used to have for her in the past. “Why did you do it? I told you not to do it.” His hands cupped her chin. “You should have listened to me.”She moved back a bit. She wanted to spit at him. To tell him she was sick of listening to him. To tell him he was a monster, and she hated that she loved him. That now, as he stared at her with his olive green eyes, she could only wish they could fix it and be together. She wished he wasn’t so terrible. “Cat,” Blair squeezed her hands. There was nothing but pain but in her eyes. “What are they going to do to you?” she cried. “I’ll be fine, Blair.” She said. “That’s enough!” Veronica waked down the stage to where they were. Flared nostrils and all.

She did not give them time to think. “SCRATCH THAT!” She said again, this time loud and slow. “I Cat Bamford, Eldest daughter of the second strongest wolf bloodline in Vancouley hills, daughter of the Beta, and the great grant daughter of the fighters for our pack’s freedom. I hereby denounce Draven Vancouley as my mate and I demand divorce.”“You fool!” she heard her father’s voice followed by her mother’s sobs. But she wasn’t done. She plunged out her claws, whispered a short sorry to herself, then split the skin where her mate mark sat on her neck, cutting the mark in half. At the same time, she chanted, “Let the mate bond be broken, let Draven and Cat be broken from each other forever. On the grounds on infidelity and betrayal.” Murmurs, screams, boos, curses everything filled the hall. It was so noisy, but she could clearly differentiate her mother’s cries and her father’s yells. The noise become the least of her problems when a sharp pain attacks her neck. Then her heart.

The night was cold and dark. As she stepped out of the building, she kept looking back, hoping, maybe Draven would follow her. She didn’t want to believe their marriage was nothing. She didn’t want to believe their mate bond meant nothing. She didn’t want to believe he didn’t love. She didn’t want to believe he would harm her. Ever. But that was reality. She booked a ride back to her parent’s house. The door opened on her third knock. “Luna,” the maid bowed then let her in. “Cat?” her mother’s voiced echoed through the halls when she saw her. She didn’t want this attention. Not tonight at least. But she had no where else to go. “What is this? What is going on here? What are you doing here?” Her father, The almighty George Bamford fired at her. “Cat, what’s wrong, were you crying?” Her mother said as she inched closer. “What happened?” she questioned further. “Don’t tell me you lost another child!” her father fired. She hadn’t told her family about the current pregnancy. An