The morning sun filtered softly through the white curtains, casting a gentle light across the room. I opened my eyes slowly, savoring the stillness. It had been a long time since I felt this kind of peace. For a brief moment, I let myself stay still, just listening to the sounds around me—the leaves rustling outside, the distant chirping of birds, and the soft cooing from the crib beside our bed.My gaze drifted to the crib, and my heart squeezed with pure, unfiltered joy. Logan and Lilah were sleeping soundly, their little faces serene and angelic. It still felt surreal sometimes, knowing they were here—my babies, our babies. I never thought I’d get to experience this kind of happiness.I turned my head slightly, taking in the sight of Jake beside me. He was still asleep, sprawled out on his back, one arm resting over his forehead. The early sunlight highlighted his chiseled jaw and the slight stubble on his face. Even in sleep, he looked impossibly strong. It was moments like this w
The sun was shining brightly today, a rare warmth caressing the cool autumn breeze. It felt like the perfect day for a walk. The twins were nestled against my chest in their sling, tiny fists occasionally poking out as they stretched. I couldn’t help but smile down at them; they were perfect. My heart swelled with love and gratitude.“Look at you,” I murmured softly, kissing the top of their heads. “Already so curious about the world.”I felt a comforting presence approach from behind me. Turning, I found Fatima walking up with a bright smile on her face, her long hair swaying in the wind. She looked more at peace than I’d ever seen her.“You look like a real mom now, Pris,” she teased, her eyes shining with affection as she looked at the babies. “You’ve got that glow.”I chuckled, rolling my eyes playfully. “Oh, please. It’s probably just the sweat. These two are heavier than they look.”Fatima laughed, and we fell into step together as we started down the path that led into the hear
I sat in the pack house living room, my hands clenched tightly together, knuckles white. The twins were finally asleep in their crib upstairs, blissfully unaware of the chaos brewing around them. But I couldn’t shake the feeling of dread sitting heavy in my chest. Fatima was pacing in front of me, her expression a mix of anger and concern. "How could this happen, Pris?" she said, her voice thick with frustration. "We were right there, and we didn’t even see who attacked us. I can't believe it."I looked up at her, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don’t know. It was like… like they weren’t even there. One second, everything was fine, and then—" I broke off, squeezing my eyes shut as the memory of the hateful words carved into the ground flashed in my mind. *We will never accept those abominations.* I shivered.Fatima stopped pacing and came to sit beside me. She took my hands in hers, squeezing them gently. "Hey, it's going to be okay. We’ll figure this out."I wanted to believe h
The tension in the pack was suffocating. It pressed down on me like a weight, and I could see the ripple effect of Jake’s speech in the eyes of everyone I passed. The once-welcoming smiles were replaced by guarded looks and whispered conversations that stopped abruptly when I walked by. It was subtle, but it was there. I wasn’t imagining it.The babies were finally asleep in the nursery, and Jake had gone off to handle pack matters. I should have been resting, but rest felt impossible when I could feel the silent judgment in the air. I needed answers. **Why were they so afraid?** Why did they look at my children—innocent, fragile little beings—as though they were monsters?I decided to take matters into my own hands. If I wanted to protect my family, I needed to know what we were really up against.***********It wasn’t hard to find a group of pack members huddled together, speaking in hushed tones. I had noticed them earlier, glancing around nervously before slipping into the back of
The night had grown quiet in the aftermath of the attack. I rocked my babies gently, watching their tiny faces relax as they slept. The weight of the day’s events pressed heavily on my shoulders. Just when I thought we’d finally found peace, it was shattered by a threat I hadn’t seen coming. Who would dare leave a message like that? “We will never accept those abominations.” The words haunted me, ringing in my ears like a curse.Fatima entered the nursery, her face drawn with concern. “You should get some rest, Priscilla,” she urged softly. “You’ve been through a lot.”I shook my head. “I can’t sleep, not after what happened today. It’s not just about me anymore. It’s about them,” I said, looking down at my babies. “I need to know what’s really going on in our pack. This fear… it’s deeper than I realized.”Fatima hesitated before speaking. “You’re right. And I might have a lead.”I turned to her, eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”“I overheard a conversation earlier,” she admitted.
It was the morning after our confrontation with Andrew, and the tension still clung to me like a second skin. I sat at the breakfast table, swirling my coffee absentmindedly while watching Jake as he juggled a bottle in one hand and rocked one of the babies with the other. Despite the anxiety simmering beneath the surface, the sight of him in full “Dad mode” brought a smile to my lips. He looked up, catching my gaze, and flashed me a lopsided grin."Hey," he said, his voice soft. "You look like you're carrying the weight of the world, Priscilla."I forced a smile. "Maybe just half of it," I replied. "I've been thinking about what happened last night."Jake’s expression darkened, but before he could respond, Fatima burst into the kitchen, her face lit with an idea so bright it was practically glowing."I’ve got it!” she declared, dropping into a chair beside me."Got what?" I asked, arching an eyebrow."A plan," she said, leaning forward conspiratorially. "I was up half the night think
THE UNKNOWN'S POVThe dark room smelled of old wood and dust. Shadows hung heavy in the corners like ghosts of the past, and the only light came from a dim candle flickering on the desk before me. The walls were adorned with relics of the past—ancient symbols, family crests, and faded banners that once symbolized power. Now, they were just reminders of what was lost.The chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back, fingers steepled together, staring at the walls with a hatred so deep it almost made my skin crawl. Alpha Jake. That damned boy. He was supposed to be mine. I was born to lead this pack. I should’ve been the Alpha. But no, that little bastard was chosen, and I’ve been forced to watch as he destroyed everything I had worked for.The Silverstone pack should’ve been mine, a legacy of power and dominance. But Jake had taken it all. And then, to add insult to injury, he had fallen in love with that witch. A *witch.* The very thing every true wolf should despise. A bloodline that s
The darkness was suffocating, wrapping around me like a thick, wet blanket. I struggled to breathe, to move, but my body felt like it was anchored in place. I looked around frantically, the shadows dancing before my eyes, forming into strange, dark shapes. And then I saw it—a figure in the distance, cloaked in black, holding something close to his chest.No, not something. *Someone*.The figure stepped closer, and my breath caught in my throat. My babies. He was holding my babies. They were wrapped in their tiny blankets, their eyes closed, peaceful, oblivious to the danger. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I tried to run, but my legs wouldn’t move. It was as if invisible hands were pulling me back, holding me captive."Let them go!" I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse and filled with desperation.The shadowed figure looked at me, tilting his head as if he couldn’t understand my words. He didn’t speak, but his silence was more terrifying than any threat. He held the babie
**Chapter: Tammy’s Web of Lies** *Tammy’s Perspective* The moment Ayla caught me in that heated argument with my father, I knew she’d be a thorn in my side. She had this annoying habit of acting like some self-righteous savior, trying to fix things she didn’t understand. How could she possibly help me? She didn’t know what my life had been like, what I’d endured, or what I still had to endure to survive. I didn’t need her pity. And I certainly didn’t need her poking around where she didn’t belong. The next morning, I woke up determined to avoid her at all costs. Ayla had this relentless energy about her—like a dog with a bone. She just wouldn’t let things go. I could already feel her judging eyes on me, her pity oozing from every glance. As I stepped out of my room, there she was, hovering in the kitchen. Of course, she had made breakfast. Pancakes, eggs, bacon—the whole shebang. “Good morning, Tammy,” she said brightly, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “I thought y
The peacefulness of the past couple of days felt like a distant memory when Tammy and her father returned. From the moment they stepped through the door, the air in the packhouse shifted. Tammy, who usually made an entrance with her over-the-top outfits and obnoxious attitude, seemed subdued. Her shoulders were hunched, her eyes downcast, and she barely said a word to anyone. At first, I thought I was imagining it. After all, it wasn’t like Tammy to be quiet. But as the day wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Late in the afternoon, I walked past one of the side hallways and heard raised voices. “You’re useless!” Joseph’s deep, menacing tone cut through the air. “Do you think this is a joke? You’re failing, Tammy. Again.” I froze, my heart pounding. His voice was so harsh it made my stomach churn. “I-I’m trying,” Tammy stammered, her voice shaking. “I’ll do better, I swear.” “Trying?” Joseph sneered. “Trying isn’t good enough. Do you know how much
For the first time in what felt like forever, the house was quiet. Tammy and her father had left early in the morning to deal with some family issue, and the atmosphere had shifted dramatically. The usual tension that clung to the walls like a fog had dissipated, leaving behind a rare sense of peace. I stood in the kitchen, sipping my tea and enjoying the stillness. The twins were playing in the other room, their laughter echoing softly down the hall. It felt like a normal day, something I hadn’t experienced in ages. Jake walked in, shirtless and freshly showered, his dark hair still damp and tousled. I nearly choked on my tea. “Morning,” he said gruffly, heading straight for the fridge. “Good morning,” I replied, my voice a little higher than I intended. He grabbed a bottle of water and leaned against the counter, his piercing gaze settling on me. “What’s with the look?” “What look?” I asked, quickly averting my eyes. Jake smirked, taking a sip of his water. “You’re sta
The morning started quietly, almost too quietly. The twins were playing in their room, and I had some rare time to myself. I stood in the kitchen, sipping on tea while I planned the day ahead. The warmth of the tea and the soft morning light through the window made me feel at ease, a feeling I hadn’t had in a long time. Jake had left for his early training, and I knew the twins would be bouncing off the walls soon. They had energy to burn, and Jake suggested we spend the day outdoors—a play day, as he called it. I wasn’t sure what a "play day" entailed, but I was eager to see the twins happy and carefree. A soft giggle floated down the hall, followed by Logan’s unmistakable attempt at a word that sounded like “doggy.” It was his new obsession. I made my way to their room, leaning on the doorframe as I watched Lily try to climb onto Logan’s bed. She wasn’t very successful, but Logan’s laughter filled the room, encouraging her to keep trying. “Lily, careful,” I said softly. Sh
AYLA’S POVThe day started like any other, a routine that I was slowly getting used to despite the chaos Tammy brought into our lives. Breakfast had been quiet, surprisingly so, with Tammy nowhere in sight. It was almost peaceful, with Sophie cracking jokes and Fatima teasing Jake about his brooding expression. Even the twins were in good spirits, giggling and smearing jam all over their faces. By the time lunch rolled around, the quiet had lulled me into a false sense of security. Tammy, however, made her grand reappearance, striding into the dining room like she owned the place. But something was off. "Good afternoon," she said, her voice unusually soft. Her gaze swept across the room, lingering on each of us as she offered a small smile. Fatima blinked. Sophie froze mid-sip of her drink. I just stared, waiting for the punchline. "Tammy," Jake said evenly, setting his glass down. "You’re late." "I know," Tammy said, her tone surprisingly humble. "And I wanted to apologiz
TÀMMY'S POVThe morning sun streamed through the dining room windows, bathing the room in a golden glow. The smell of fresh coffee and buttered toast filled the air, but I barely tasted the food on my plate. My appetite had disappeared the moment I woke up, replaced by the lingering sting of last night’s humiliation. Jake. That arrogant, stubborn man had dismissed me in front of the entire pack. And Ayla—oh, that omega witch—she had stood there looking smug, basking in the Alpha’s undeserved loyalty. I stabbed my fork into a piece of fruit with more force than necessary, ignoring the curious glances from a few workers clearing the table. Let them look. Let them whisper. Soon, they’d see me as their Luna, and their pathetic opinions wouldn’t matter anymore. “Miss Tammy, would you like more juice?” one of the servants asked timidly. “No,” I snapped, pushing my chair back with a loud scrape. The girl flinched, and I felt a flicker of satisfaction. At least someone still knew how
It was one of those days where I couldn’t seem to catch a break. Tammy had been hovering around Jake like a bad smell since breakfast, which wasn’t unusual, but today she seemed especially determined to cause trouble. I could feel it in the way her fake smile lingered a little too long and how her sugary tone had an underlying sharpness. Still, I tried to ignore her. If I let her get to me, she’d win, and I refused to give her that satisfaction. By mid-afternoon, I found myself in the library, organizing books that I didn’t even read just to keep my hands busy and my mind clear. It was peaceful, a rare sanctuary away from Tammy and her relentless drama. That peace was shattered when Sophie burst into the room, her face pale. “Ayla, you need to come to the main hall. Now.” I frowned, closing the book in my hands. “What’s going on?” “It’s Tammy,” Sophie said, her voice tight. “She’s—ugh, just come. You need to see this.” My stomach dropped. Tammy and her antics were never
It started with Fatima barging into my room like she owned the place, which wasn’t unusual. What was unusual was the manic look on her face. “She’s doing it again,” she announced, hands on her hips. I blinked at her, groggy from the nap I’d been enjoying. “Doing what?” “Being Tammy,” Fatima said, like that explained everything. It kind of did. “Ugh.” I rubbed my face and sat up. “What now?” Fatima pointed dramatically toward the hallway. “She’s in the kitchen. Again. She’s trying to tell Sophie how to ‘properly’ bake cookies. And—oh, you’re going to love this—she called her ‘sweetheart.’” I groaned. “Oh no.” “Oh yes,” Fatima replied, grinning now. “It’s about to go down.” Sophie was a saint, but there were limits to her patience. And Tammy? Tammy didn’t just push those limits—she drop-kicked them into oblivion. I sighed, dragging myself out of bed. “Let’s go before Sophie strangles her and we have to hide the body.” Fatima and I made our way to the kitchen, where
The day started off relatively quiet, which in this packhouse was almost suspicious. Tammy was nowhere to be seen for most of the morning, and for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe without wanting to punch someone. The twins were playing happily in the garden, Sophie was organizing something in the kitchen, and I was curled up on the couch with a book, savoring the peace. Of course, it couldn’t last. By mid-afternoon, Tammy made her grand appearance. She had changed outfits—again—into something that could barely be classified as clothing. A tight red dress clung to her like a second skin, the neckline plunging so low it was practically indecent. She sauntered into the room as if she owned the place, her eyes scanning for Jake. When she didn’t find him, she pouted dramatically and turned her attention to me. “Where’s the Alpha?” she asked, her voice sugary sweet, though the venom underneath was impossible to miss. I didn’t look up from my book. “Busy.” Tam