BLAIR Mikael was awake when I got to the car. He gazed at me with a look that said that he knew that the appointed time had finally arrived. I pressed a kiss to his forehead and lips. "See? I told you we would make it to midnight," I said and he embraced me. I held on to him, not wanting to let go just yet. "It's okay, Blair. My time has come, you know that," he whispered in my ear. I let out a shaky breath and slowly pulled away. Mikael cupped the side of my face and kissed me, a single tear rolling down his right cheek. "I love you," he said, his voice shaky. "I love you too," I rasped and he gave me a pained smile. I wiped his tears with my fingers. "Don't cry or I will have to start crying. It won't be nice," I told him. He placed a trembling hand on my stomach, his gaze locked with mine. "Take care of her, okay?" He croaked and I nodded."I will."He closed his eyes and let out a sharp exhale. He took out a butterfly charm bracelet and helped me slip it on. "It is a sy
BLAIR I miss him. I really do. I think of him everyday. I see him everywhere. I hear his voice. I know it's all my imagination, but I don't want to let go of these fragments of my imaginations. They are probably the only thing keeping me sane. Our daughter, Althea has been growing up so fast. She's also really smart. She rarely asks about her father after the day she found me crying in the bedroom with Mikael's photo in my hands. She has his grey eyes and my red hair. Infact, she looks a lot like her father. But, she's just as feisty as me. My little girl doesn't say it, but I know she wants to have a dad, just like the rest of her classmates. Tomorrow is her birthday. Her eight birthday. Yes, it has been eight years since her father died and every time I think of Althea's birth, I'm reminded of the death of her father, the love of my life. I'm a working class woman as I've always wanted to be. Mikael had left his company under my name. I'd taken his position as CEO of Kane's
MIKAEL Blood. There's a lot of it on the floor and its coming from me. My stomach hurts, my lungs are on fire, my heart hurts. Tears run down my cheeks in floods and I'm unable to hold back my pained sobs as I heave over and over again on the bathroom floor, my white long-sleeved shirt stained with blood. Rose has just left my house a few minutes ago. Now I regret not letting her stay the night. I have a feeling that I won't see her again. I think I'm dying again and it hurts so bad. I whimper and curl into a ball as pain tears through me. Who would've thought that I would die this way this time? I've always known that I'm going to die. But, I did'nt expect it to happen so fast. I'd received my death sentence from the doctor two months back. Stage IV Blood cancer. It shouldn't surprise me though. Still it does.Here I am, lying on the cold bathroom floor, whimpering and heaving. Such a mess. I think about Rose's hazel eyes. I think about her milky white skin. I think a
MIKAEL The door to my office swung open after a couple of knocks on the door which I'd ignored. But, the person behind the door was a persistent bastard; Lorenzo is his name. We've known each other since highschool and now he's also working for me as the head of HR department. He might be the only person who understands me even though I act like a jerk towards him most of the time. "Busy, I see" he said, a smirk playing on his lips. I rolled my eyes and continued to type furiously on my laptop. "I see you didn't get the hint" I replied and he shrugged. "What can I say? I have a knack for making my own rules and breaking everybody else's rules"He might be a jerk. But, he's been by my side even when I'd been banished from my pack. I am the illegitimate son of my father. It's why the pack elders ganged up against me. I was accused of murdering innocent women and was stripped of my title as alpha. "Seriously boss, you're getting worse" he said and I frowned. "What?""You've bee
BLAIR My eyes slowly blinked open and I realized that I was in an unfamiliar room. I sat up immediately, running my fingers through my hair. My head was hurting really bad.The door opened and my aunt walked in with a big smile on her face. "You're awake" she said, placing a tray on the bedside table. The previous night's events came rushing back to me and my eyes widened.The taxi driver...The rain...Altan....Aunt....I frowned.The last thing I remembered was getting into the car.I noticed that my upper arm was stinging so badly."Aunt?""Yes, darling? You can call me Maggie" she said."What happened after you picked me up?" I asked."You passed out""I-I did?""Yup. Here's your breakfast. If you need anything, you can come downstairs" she said and kissed my temples, making me feel like a little girl once again. I got out of bed and padded into the bathroom. I splashed cold water on my face and cringed when I saw how tired I looked. The skin beneath my eyes had dark
BLAIR Him.It was Him sitting right in front of me, dressed in a dark blue suit that molded his muscular form and a sparkly white shirt with two unbuttons undone. His dark hair was brushing the top of his collar and he had an undercut hairstyle that made him look incredibly attractive. His eyes were grey. The lightest of greys. His eyelashes were incredibly long for a male's. There was a scar on his face, a scar that made him look frighteningly badass. It was Altan, the guy in the photo. But for certain reasons, he looked different. He was a werewolf. I could tell. He smelt like lavender. Maya, my wolf, wouldn't stop whining about how good our mate looked. However, there was a dark aura around him and his eyes held nothing but cold emptiness. Realizing this, I snapped out of my reverie and started to panic. I knew I shouldn't be anywhere around him. It's safe to say I was afraid of falling for him. But, I needed this job. I had two options. Walk away and avoid heartbreak or tak
*Trigger Warning*Two days later, BLAIR He stared at me with a slight frown on his face. The fact that he wouldn't look away was beginning to piss me off. Seeing him so close started to bring up several memories in my mind. Memories of our first dates, memories of our first kisses, memories of our engagements....I lowered my gaze, my heart thumping harder than usual.I couldn't believe I was doing this. But, what other options did I have?I desperately needed to get away from him but he wouldn't budge. When he finally met my gaze, my mouth went dry and I had a strong urge to cry. More memories were filling my mind and I started to feel things I shouldn't be feeling. I started to notice how extremely gorgeous he was. I started to notice the mole beneath his right eye and the ones on his neck. Frustrated, I gritted my teeth and said, "Are you just going to stare at me all day, Mr Kane?"He slowly stepped aside and I walked in, carefully taking in the appearance of the la
MIKAEL Cold water came in contact with my skin as soon as I stepped under the shower. The remnants of the dream I'd had few minutes ago lingered in my mind, bringing several thoughts with it. I was trapped in a web of confusion. Maybe it was because I didn't know why I was dreaming about my look alike who had committed suicide. Maybe it was because the young lady I'd seen in my dream looked so much like my guest, Miss Kennedy. But why? This was the second time I was having a dream about our look alikes. The question remains why? I couldn't refer this to something pertaining to the supernatural, even though I was a werewolf, but this felt too strange. The dreams had felt real and even now, I could still feel the pain in my wrists and stomach. There was something awfully disturbing about all of this and it was driving me nuts. By the time, I was done with showering, I towel dried myself and got dressed. Unable to get back to sleep, I went to my study and sat down there. I decid