Semua Bab Five: Bab 21 - Bab 30

"Are you okay, what did they do to you?" Sam exhales, gripping the steering wheel so hard it almost snaps.My still horrified, naive gaze softens. I take a deep breath and tell him what happened."And the file?""Here, I hid it inside my clothes so those thugs wouldn’t find it.""You’re very smart, Estela. You’re the most powerful cursed she-wolf that has ever existed. You can see what’s coming and freeze time… it’s astonishing," he praises, relaxing his voice.The highway comes to an end. The noise of the city slowly settles into my ears, and instead of hating it, I love the feeling. I’m finally home."We’re going straight to my house. The transformation must be a public act. I already called my father, he’ll take care of it...""What?" I growl, turning toward Sam."What?""What do you mean a public act? Are they going to give me a diploma or something? I thought it was private, Sam. How do you expect me to transform in front of everyone?" I stammer, fixing my gaze on the road."Thos

“Good morning. Today’s session begins with Estela Bridge from Más Uno, the defendant, and James Clifford from Sobre Ruedas, representing Ford, this time the plaintiff,” the judge explains, raising his eyes over his large glasses as he reads the document.I take the opportunity to glance once more at the jury. Sam is beside Mark, Dan in the next row, and…My heart tightens in my chest. White hair and dark eyes follow my breathing from afar—the same man who was driving the gray Mustang. I have a bad feeling. Despite Mónica’s professionalism, I sense something shady is about to unfold in the next few hours.“Estela Bridge, according to the report, why is there a marked difference of $36,486.70 missing from Sobre Ruedas’ accounting?” the judge asks, peering over his glasses, ignoring Mónica, and directing the question at me.I hesitate for a moment. Mónica looks at me worriedly, while James’ lawyer sits silently, arms crossed, quietly savoring his anticipated victory.“There’s nothing mis

“Oh, Sam… I’m so sorry about what happened,” I whisper, my voice barely audible in his ear.Sam takes my hand and guides me toward the sofa.“I’d been preparing for this moment for a long time… the cancer didn’t leave him much time. But it’s unfair that it wasn’t time itself that took him, but those damn people…” He sobs, wiping his eyes and clenching his fists. It’s a terrible moment—but it will be even worse for those two.“I understand. But another war is about to begin,” I say, looking into his red, tear-stained eyes, brushing his cheek.“I don’t care,” he snaps, gaze lost, broken, and filled with fury.“I’m going to take a shower. Respond to these people for me—I don’t have the strength.”Sam pulls his phone from his pocket, hands it to me, and heads to the shower. My heart tightens, palms sweating. He trusts me enough to give me something so important.His most precious possession is now in my hands. I open WhatsApp. It’s full of messages of support. I ignore everything else, re

I swallow my pride for a few seconds and shrug.“Let’s go!” I invite, my voice calm yet carrying a hint of concern, lacking forgiveness.I grab my bag, and we head toward the parking lot.Sam walks in silence, his gaze fixed ahead, jaw tense. I know he’s angry, nervous, maybe hurt by my words.“You know, Estela… Logan used to torture members of my pack in front of everyone. It was a massacre, and everyone participated. He killed mothers in front of their children, children in front of their mothers. Do you think he deserves mercy?” he breaks the silence, his tone harsh and unpleasant.“No… I didn’t know. I just… I don’t like people dying or being attacked,” I murmur, barely looking at the rearview mirror.“So, should I praise him for that and forgive him?” he asks, softening slightly.“No, I… I don’t know… leave me alone!”Sam slams the car into gear, then stops in front of an ice cream shop. Without speaking, he gets out and walks. I follow like a fool, not even knowing where Mónica

“You know that even though he’s my brother, he’s always after you,” he looks me in the eyes, lost in them, his voice soft and velvety.“I… I know, Sam…” I respond nervously, pale, immersed in his full lips and his skin scented with Chanel No. 5.I return to the living room, very still, thinking about how his hard member brushed against my stomach while warning me about Mark.Sam follows behind me, and I feel his gaze wrapping around my back, almost able to smell his breath in and out.“They’re back, great!… Let’s play something,” Mark invites us, sitting cross-legged on the floor, back against the chair, pulling something out of his bag.Goosebumps rise on my skin at his invitation, reminding me of my first day here, in this apartment.“What do you want to play, Mark?… It’s almost midnight…” Sam growls, arms crossed.“There’s still time, it’s 9 o’clock. Besides, what else are we going to do?” he explains, checking his wristwatch while arranging pieces on a cardboard board.Sam lowers