SOFIA'S POV"Slut!""Wake up, you slut!"The voice echoed in my ears like a slap—sharp and piercing. My arm was tapped roughly, and a sickening weight pressed down on me, making my body feel like it was sinking into the bed.But I didn’t move. My eyelids were too heavy, my body too weak, as though something was forcing me to stay still.Then, the voice came again, louder this time."You whore, I said wake up!"My chest rose and fell with a shaky breath as I forced my eyes open. The first thing I saw was Victoria's face, her lips curled into a sneer, eyes burning with disgust.I blinked, confused. My surroundings felt wrong and strange. I should be in Nathan's room, not here. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be.Then it hit me. I was in the garden last night with a glass of wine, preparing for the most important day of my life. I was going to be made Luna of the pack. Nathan had called me and told me he had a surprise for me.But now... how had I ended up here?
SOFIA'S POV"Wh—what are you saying?”"Have you forgotten today is our coronation?" I said, my voice trembling as I reached for him, hoping to make him see reason.But Nathan scoffed, the sound sharp and dismissive, and I felt it deep in my chest.He didn’t even spare me a second glance as I chased after him. It wasn’t until I realized I was still not dressed that the gravity of the situation hit me.In a daze, I quickly rushed back to the room to change, but it felt like my body was on autopilot, the motions mechanical as I scrambled into my clothes.I hurried out, desperate to get to the palace—to Nathan. I had to reach him before the coronation began.The palace grounds were already teeming with people. Their voices rose in a cacophony that made my head spin, but I pushed through the crowd, ignoring the curious glances and whispers that followed me. I was numb to the attention. The only thing that mattered was reaching Nathan.Finally, I saw him. There he was—standing with Victoria
NATHAN'S POV"She's not in the Pack, Alpha," the messenger said while bowing his head."She's not in the Pack?" I asked as if I hadn't heard him the first time."Yes, Alpha. Some people said she moved out of the Pack after you banished her," he said, stating a fact that I had forgotten. I had acted irrationally, and now I think I regret it."Alright. You may leave," I dismissed him, and he left with a bow.She left, I said to myself."Of course, she'll leave. You used your Alpha voice on her and told her never to return," my wolf said, blaming me for the umpteenth time since that fateful day.I know; it’s my fault. I should have at least heard her out. I should have listened, just once, instead of acting in the heat of the moment. But… What if it’s true? What if she really did sleep with that person?I could feel my wolf ignoring me, silent again, leaving me stranded in my own tangled thoughts. Since the incident, he had hardly spoken to me without reminding me of my mistake. He came
SOPHIA'SPOVToday has been really busy for me. Customers kept coming and going, and I barely had time to catch my breath. At one point, I had to quickly mix the dough just in case I needed to make more. All I kept hearing was, "Can I have that?" "Oh! This looks nice, can I have two of them?" "Oh! My husband loved the doughnuts from last time; I think I want to place an order."It was one voice after another, a chorus of demands that made my heart race with excitement. I was glad things were moving fine for me. I was starting to get my life back to normal. At least now, I could afford some things for myself without having to disturb Dr. Grace about my needs. The freedom felt refreshing. I was also glad I could do something for myself, and I had Dr. Grace to thank for all this. Speaking of Dr. Grace, we had missed two sessions. Though she was done with the conference, she had something important to take care of. I couldn’t wait to see her again to tell her about the progress of my baker
SOPHIA'S POV"Hey, Sophia." Dr. Grace called happily as I entered her office. "It feels like forever since I last saw you!" She looked so happy to see me after not seeing me for about a week. She hugged me tightly and smiled, showing her gap teeth. But her smile turned into a frown when she saw my face. I obviously didn't smile back at her."Sophia? Are you okay? What is it, darling?" Her voice softened with concern as she searched my face, but I was silent as I couldn't even form words. I couldn't even lie this time by saying, "I'm fine," as it was clear that I was not."Sophia, have you been crying again?" she asked with a frown. "Come and have your seat, dear." She pulled me to the chair, and I sat down with the strength left in me. She walked back to her chair and sighed heavily as she stared at me in silence. She looked at me with pity—the same pity I saw in her eyes the day we first met at the park. She was starting to have some faith in me, and now it's all pity."Sophia...""H
SOPHIA'S POVThe stranger stared back at me like he could see my soul. He looked lost, and my back was starting to ache. I cleared my throat, and that seemed to bring him back. He pulled me up and took a step back."I'm sorry, miss, I wasn't looking," he said, looking a bit nervous."No, I'm sorry. I was searching for something in my bag. I didn't know..." I trailed off, looking away. There was an awkward silence. I didn’t walk away or feel the need to, and neither did he."My name is Lucas," he said, breaking the awkward silence between us and stretching out his hand with a broad smile."Sophia," I replied, meeting his big hand with my slim one."A beautiful name for a beautiful lady?" he said, and I scoffed."Isn't that a cliché, Lucas?" I asked, tilting my head a little to the side with a silly smile plastered on my face."You got me right there, but I'm not just saying it—I do mean it," he said with a serious expression. I quickly untangled my hand from his hold."I should get goi
SOPHIA'S POVSeven months later…Lucas never stopped coming to my bakery. Sometimes, he’s there first thing in the morning, grabbing pastries for himself and his friends; other times, he’ll pop in during his lunch break or swing by after work just to check on me.Over these past seven months, I've grown accustomed to his presence. Though he can be a bit nosy when it comes to my past, he’s genuinely kind and always knows how to bring a smile to my face. Our friendship has blossomed, and I’ve come to treasure his company. In a way, he’s been an anchor—someone I never expected but am grateful to have during this time.Meanwhile, my stomach was big enough to let everyone around me know I was pregnant. Pregnancy isn't something that could be hidden anyway—not like I even plan on hiding it. I was ready to take good care of myself and my baby. Moving to New York was a good decision, and I was glad I made that choice."Sophia?" Lucas called one afternoon when he stopped by during his lunch br
SOPHIA'S POVAs the doctor had predicted, a few weeks later, I found myself nearing my due date. The excitement and anticipation intensified with each passing day.It had now been eight months since my last visit to the hospital, and the time for labor had finally arrived. While my pregnancy was shorter than the typical nine months—common for a werewolf—I felt ready to welcome my children into the world. I gave birth to twins, whom I named Alex and Alexia. Although everyone was surprised by the timing of my delivery, I was grateful to bring my babies into the world in good health. The process of labor took longer than I had anticipated, but the moment I laid eyes on my children, all my discomforts faded away. They were beautiful!Alexia looked more like me; she took after my blue eyes, while Alex was a replica of Nathan with his light gray eyes. I stared at my children as a tear rolled down my face. I kissed them both as I dropped them gently in the crib. In no time, they were both a
SOPHIA’S POVThe sun shone brightly over the New York horizon, its reflection working wonders on the streets of the city. I could watch its people for hours, always amazed at how they seemed to strive no matter the situation. Their go-getter energy is infectious, and it’s practically the anthem of everyone who lives here. You couldn’t be a New Yorker without being made from a different material, cut from a different cloth.It was why I had chosen to settle here. I was confident that with their varying cultures and tastes, the limits of what I could achieve here would be endless.And today marked an important step in the journey as my restaurant was officially opening. I watched as the place filled up, with every known food critic and some big names in the industry that I had amassed over the years. It brought me pride and joy that all my efforts had not been in vain.The place was filled and then promptly closed to the public. The placement of the unique design was a smart choice, as
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
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 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 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 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'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 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
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