Chapter 53

Lauren. My car hummed with the rhythm of the road beneath its tires as I drove towards Tyler's place. The plan was in motion, and I could practically taste the power that would soon be mine. But the bitter aftertaste of pretending to seek Arya's forgiveness lingered, making my skin crawl with disgust. As I maneuvered through the streets, I couldn't shake the memories of the day Tyler marked her. The image haunted me, and an indignant anger bubbled beneath my skin. That marking should have been mine, a symbol of our union and power. The thought of Arya bearing that mark, a mark that should have been etched on me, gnawed at my insides like a persistent ache. I had wept in solitude, hidden from prying eyes, my heart shattering into a million pieces at the sight of their bonding ceremony. The love between them was like a dagger twisting in my chest, a reminder of what I had lost. But now, as I drove with purpose, I clung to the belief that Tyler would soon be mine. The plan was proceed