SOFIA'S POV Five years later… “Mommy, mommy!” My twins chorused as they tugged my hands, pulling me forward. Alex tried to simultaneously pull his sister forward too, forgetting we were already moving at the same pace. He nearly tripped over his own feet but quickly regained his balance. “Yes, my babies? Alex, be careful. Come here, hold my other hand.” I reached out, and he walked over and slipped his tiny hand into mine. “Mommy, New York is huge! Has it always been this big? Mommy, what's that thing there? Mommy, it's going so fast!” Alex spoke quickly, his words tumbling over each other like they couldn't wait to escape. His wide eyes darted around the airport terminal, taking in everything at once. “Slow down, Alex. You're confusing me.” Alexia, his twin sister, complained, her tone much more measured and firm. “But Mommy heard what I said, didn't you, Mommy?” He looked up at me, his eyes the color of clouds. He didn’t even wait for a response before turning back to his sis
SOPHIA'S POVThe rush hour arrived, and the bell on the door chimed accordingly, signaling the entrance of customer after customer. While that usually would have snapped up my attention, the man just a little behind everyone else caught my eye.I watched him raise a sign and read it just as he whispered in my ear, "Need a hand?" That seemed to do the trick, yanking me from my shock. I crossed the space in what usually took me more seconds, shoving against the onslaught of people coming in.I stopped when I was right in front of him.“Hi.” I was breathless from basically sprinting to meet him.“Hey, you.” He stepped closer, into my space. “I see you're a blonde now.”“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I shoved him on the shoulder. “Did you and Grace plan this?”He laughed, catching my hand to stop the attack. “No, we didn't. And hey, is this the greeting I get after all these years?”“It will be if you continue this. You should know not to comment on a woman's hair unless you have
SOPHIA'S POV“Hey hey, stranger danger. It's just me. Calm down, tiger.” Lucas chuckled as he entered the kitchen, holding his hands up in mock surrender. He walked up to me and grabbed the makeshift weapon from my hands, the pan clanging on the board.“Yeah, sorry. I just thought it was someone else.”“Who else could it have been?” Lucas asked, brushing it off.His question brought up a concern that had been lurking in the back of my mind for the past five years. If they ever found out…I shook my head, bringing myself out of it. Not right now. I couldn't worry about that right now. “So, uhm, yeah, you said you wanted to talk?”“Yeah, I wanted to… Are you good?” He looked hesitant to carry on, probably having sensed the change in my mood.“Yeah, definitely. I'm good.” I reassured him, adding a smile for good measure.“You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah? Anything at all.” Lucas probed, his eyes searching. I couldn't afford to give anything away, so I brushed off his conc
Sophia’s POV Five Years Ago… “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Grace asked, following me into the room where I was shoving things into a bag. She had been a constant presence in this house ever since the phone call about a month ago. It was still fresh in my mind… She had arrived and met me watching over the twins. “Hey. You sounded stressed over the phone. You wanna talk about it? And I promise, I’m being a friend and not your therapist right now,” she ended with a little nudge. She waited, but I still said nothing. “Wow. Tough crowd.” “I don’t want to make a mistake with them. Just looking at them… they’re the best thing to ever happen to me. I can’t lose them.” “Hey, hey. You won’t lose them. I promise you.” Grace rubbed my shoulders comfortingly. “But you don’t know that, Grace. You don’t know that.” And she really didn’t know that. There were too many unknowns, and too many factors to consider that could come into play. How was I supposed to balance everything? How was I
SOPHIA POVThe ride to the airport was silent, neither of them wanting to fill it. The twins were in the backseat, blissfully asleep. It had been a blessing that they were usually peaceful. Grace had made a comment about how she wished that when she had children, they would be as peaceful as Alex and Alexia.But she didn’t know the circumstances whatsoever. I almost felt bad about withholding the truth from my best friend, but she wouldn't understand. It was for her own safety.And besides, she wouldn’t believe me even if I told her. I wouldn’t believe it if I were in her shoes either. Really? Werewolves?I smiled ruefully to myself, and Grace picked up on it. “Something up?”“No, nothing.” My facial muscles returned to their normal resting position.“Good. So, have you told Lucas yet?”“Told him what?” I asked, playing dumb.“You know what I’m talking about.” She gave me a sideways look.I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. “No, I haven’t. And before you say anything, it’s
SOPHIA'S POVThe drive back to my place reminded me of old times. Grace had the windows down, her wavy chestnut hair blowing in the wind. Her face was mostly free of makeup, her elegant features needing no help to shine the spotlight on her beauty. She threw her head back and laughed, the energy free between them.“You know, you really have changed.”I shrugged in reply. “Well, what can I say? The Italians really rubbed off on me.”“I'm sure they did. Am I friends with a bilingual person now?” Grace asked jokingly, and they laughed. But their moment was short-lived when her phone rang, cutting off the sound of their voices.She glanced at the screen, then dropped it back, letting it ring out. It stopped for a bit, then started up again. I glanced between her and the phone, not saying anything.Finally, my curiosity won out. “You're not going to answer it?”“No. I'm not.” Her hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter.“Okay. Why not?” I pushed more, knowing I was missing something
SOPHIA'S POVHearing that had really put things into perspective for me. Before he went home that day, he had found me trying over and over to get the sweet bread right. Although the academy was usually closed during Christmas, that year, they had decided to leave it open. A few of us had stuck around, and I spent that Christmas baking the bread until it turned out perfectly. The dough had been okay, it had proofed for the right amount of time, and the temperature had been perfect.Mr. Antonio had dropped by to get something from his office and had peeped into the cooking space, unbeknownst to me, and found me celebrating my success loudly.“You like how that feels?” he had called out. I paused and turned around, finally aware he was there. “That's the result of perseverance, dedication, and strength.”He left, and I really understood what he meant that day in his office. I couldn't focus on the past. I could only focus on the future and put my all into shaping everything I wanted it
SOPHIA'S POVThe plan was very simple. It was one that I had put months into planning, and it was slowly coming to fruition. The plan was divided into four parts, and the first phase of it was complete.Coming into New York, I had known that it would not be the easiest thing to return five years later to the New York culinary scene, knowing the hustle and bustle of the city. But I had not spent those last couple of years in vain.No. It had been used to build up everything I needed to come back to New York and to come back in style.Phase one of the plan was to give a test run of what I wanted my future to look like. It had only been a sliver of it, but it had gone even better than I had anticipated. I was appreciative of the efforts everyone had put into it, but that hadn't even scratched the surface. If everything goes according to plan, then Il Cuore de Sofia would be the next best thing.And now...I checked my emails and saw the replies to the blast I had sent out earlier. All of
NATHAN’S POVThe next few days were a relentless grind. Every angle, every connection, every weakness – my team and I tore through them all, looking for the perfect way to force Richard’s hand.Camille locked down the city council’s transit proposal details, pinpointing exactly how the expansion could be used against him. Jacob identified key lobbyists who had the power to shift the discussion. Priya and I focused on Richard’s financial backing, and Davis kept an eye on Sinclair Industries, making sure our assumption about their withdrawal held steady.I didn't fully understand half the things being run by me, but by Wednesday, the pressure was mounting.Richard wasn’t stupid – he could see the game we were playing. The difference was, we weren’t leaving him an out.And it was going to remain that way.On Thursday afternoon, I got the call.Richard’s voice was tight, and controlled, but I could hear the frustration seeping through. I allowed myself a second to soak in it. “You’ve been
LUCAS’S POVThe door slammed shut, leaving a deafening silence in its wake. I stood there for a moment, breathing deeply, my hands resting on the edge of my desk. It wasn’t just about the deal. It wasn’t even about Richard’s recklessness anymore. I couldn't care less about it at this point.It was about how far he was willing to go, the lines he was willing to cross. And Grace… She had been at the center of one of those lines he’d crossed before.My eyes drifted to the framed photograph on the shelf, a picture of Grace, Sophia, and me from years ago. Sophia looked radiant, as always. I would do anything for that woman.And Grace? Her laughter had been captured in that moment, but it didn't take long before the smile had been overshadowed by fear once upon a time – fear caused by Richard McAllister.It wasn’t something I liked to think about, but after what Richard said moments ago, the memory came to mind.It had been a rainy evening, the kind where the city’s usual hum was muffled by
LUCAS’S POVThe morning sun cut through the expansive windows of my office, painting the polished floor with streaks of sunlight. I sat at my desk, scrolling through news updates on my tablet when the latest headline caught my eye like a slap to the face.“McAllister Snags Prime Real Estate on Forty-Ninth Street Despite Sinclair Industries’ Withdrawal.”I read the words twice, then once more for good measure, disbelief becoming a simmering anger. I had made it clear – Sinclair Industries wanted nothing to do with Richard’s latest schemes. I didn't want to have anything to do with it. His reckless habits, his increasingly volatile behavior, and his knack for gambling had put me off. Yet somehow, he still managed to pull it off.A knock sounded at the door, but before I could respond, Richard McAllister strode in like he owned the place. He always did that – crossed boundaries without hesitation.“Lucas!” Richard greeted with his signature grin, spreading his arms as if we were old pal
NATHAN’S POVBack in my office, the tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife. The hum of the city outside was muffled by the thick glass, leaving just me, the faint buzz of my team’s chatter, and the weight of Richard’s smug refusal. I hated leaving a meeting like that without a definitive move in play.Lola leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me silently. Her casual posture was deceiving – her mind was always sharp, always working. When I didn’t acknowledge her, she raised an eyebrow.“Well?” she asked finally.“Well, what?” I snapped, tossing my coat over the back of my chair and sitting down heavily.She shrugged. “You look like you want to punch a hole in the wall. Thought I’d ask how the Richard meeting went.”I rubbed my temples. “It went about as well as expected. He’s not selling.”“Not surprised.” She walked over, planting herself in the chair across from me. “McAllister plays the long game. So, what’s next?”“That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t
NATHAN’S POVThe private dining room at Le Monde was just as pretentious as I expected – polished mahogany, soft candlelight, and a waiter hovering by the door like a guard dog. It suited Richard McAllister perfectly. He sat at the head of the table, dressed in a tailored suit that screamed wealth and arrogance.His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he rose to greet me.“Nathaniel Bennett.” His voice was smooth, like the whiskey in his hand. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you. Getting Victor Moreau to partner up with you. Just how did you do it?”I ignored his question. “Hm, you have? Then you know I don’t go by Nathaniel.” I shook his hand firmly, holding his gaze. He was tall, but I didn’t care. He wasn’t my equal, and I was going to make sure he knew it.Richard chuckled, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Fair enough. Please, sit.”I obliged, but I didn’t bother taking off my coat. This wasn’t a dinner meeting. This was business, and I wasn’t about to make myself comfortable.It
NATHAN’S POVThe clock in my office ticked loudly, or maybe it just felt that way with how quiet the room had gotten. If Elder Jesper were here, he would've sworn that, “If a man dropped a pin, it would ring in his ears.” I remember when he said such, and the memory brought a faint smile to my mouth, but before it could bloom further, the shears of the current situation nipped it in the bud.I ran a hand through my face. “What do we have?”Camille stood by the board we’d set up, her pen frozen mid-air, while Davis scrolled through his tablet like his life depended on it. As he should.Jacob paced, and Priya leaned against the desk, arms folded, her expression skeptical.“This shouldn’t be that hard,” I said, leaning forward in my chair, my chin resting on my linked fingers. My voice was calm, but they could hear the edge that was present, sharp and unyielding. “It’s a building. A sale. There’s paperwork. Someone’s name is on it.”“And yet here we are,” Priya muttered, and my gaze cut
NATHAN’S POVThe office was tense, humming with quiet urgency as my team trickled into the conference room. I had called in a meeting to address the situation as soon as Lola left. It had to be taken care of. There was no room for errors.Camille was the first to arrive, her sharp gaze focused on the papers she held tightly in her hands. Priya followed next, already juggling her tablet and phone. Jacob and Davis brought up the rear, their casual banter halting the moment they stepped inside and saw my expression.I didn’t bother to sit. Instead, I stood at the head of the table, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on the map of the city projected on the wall. The building was circled in bold red. I wasn't going to let it slip from my sight.“This isn’t just any building,” I began, my voice sharp, cutting through the room like a blade, my jaw ticking as I spoke. “This is our building. It’s in the perfect location – access to everything we need, enough space to grow, and its positioning keeps u
NATHAN’S POVThe days after New Year’s Eve passed in a haze of frustration and restless energy. The moment I saw her on the Brooklyn Bridge, I knew I couldn’t let it go. My wolf had made his stance clear, and to be honest, I felt the same.I sat at my desk in my office, the faint hum of the city outside filtering through the glass windows. My hands rested on the oak table, fingers drumming absently against the surface as I stared at the notes and scattered papers in front of me. They weren’t about Sophia – not exactly. They were about the children I had seen at the museum months ago.I couldn’t shake the memory of their faces. I hadn’t recognized them immediately, but something about them had tugged at a deeply buried instinct. Their features, their scents, the way they moved – it all felt connected somehow. I had spent weeks trying to uncover who they were and where they had come from, but every lead turned into a dead end.“Alex and Alexia,” I said their names out loud. Twins. My ch
NATHAN’S POVThere she was…She was standing a few feet away, her face tilted up toward the fireworks. Her dark hair framed her face, and even in the chaos of the crowd, she seemed to stand apart, as if the world had shifted to put her in sharp focus.Sophia.My wolf surged forward, a mix of longing and protectiveness flooding me. I hadn’t seen her in years, but there was no mistaking her.She turned then, her eyes meeting mine, and the world seemed to stop.Lola’s voice was distant, drowned out by the pounding of my heart and the roar of the fireworks.For the first time in what felt like forever, everything else faded away. There was only her.And just like that, I knew. This wasn’t just chance. This wasn’t just fate.This was my second chance.The moment our eyes met, the world around me ceased to exist. My heart thundered in my chest, a relentless rhythm that drowned out even the roaring fireworks in my ears. My wolf surged forward, his growl echoing in my mind, urging me to act.