Eira’s POV
’Just a little more. And it would all be over.’
Limping, crawling, barely able to breathe, I somehow made it to the boundery wall of the rooftop. Every movement burned, my wounds stinging beneath the thin layer of sweat that now coated my skin.
For the first time in six years, I saw the city bathed in daylight. The sun was warm and gentle, and the breeze brushed softly against my battered skin. For a moment, it felt like heaven. Peaceful. Quiet. Soothing.
Before I threw myself into the air, I wanted to remember him—my baby, my son. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
After he was born, the moment I held him, wrapped tightly in a cloth, sleeping peacefully with a face no larger than my palm, I found the will to live again. He felt like a ray of light in the darkness that surrounded me.
I named him Ray.
I closed my eyes and tried to relive that memory. My baby. The life I carried within me for nine long months. The last time I saw him, he was only a day old. That image had been seared into my soul. The warmth of his tiny body, the gentle scent that clung to him, the fragile breath that told me he was alive.
I needed to apologize to him for breaking the promise I had made to him on the day they took him away from me.
’Ray, mommy is sorry. I promised I would find you one day and come for you. But it seems I have to break that promise. I can’t go on anymore. This life has defeated me. I’m not strong enough to keep fighting. You must be five years old now. I pray that wherever you are, you are growing up strong and surrounded by good people. Goodbye, my baby.’
I opened my eyes, the decision now clear. My fingers gripped the top of the wall. My body shook as I prepared to climb, ready to cross over into silence.
But then—
"Hey!"
A familiar voice called out.
I froze, but didn’t turn around. I had to jump now. Fifteen floors was more than enough to kill a pureblood, no matter how strong they were. And I was far too weak to survive anything.
I pushed myself. One leg had already climbed over the edge. I was a moment away from slipping over when—
A strong hand yanked me back in the blink of an eye. Before I could react, I was pulled firmly against a solid chest. My back hit warm muscle, arms locking tightly around my shoulders to keep me from moving.
Damn these Alphas and their speed.
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Kael’s POV



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