NATHAN'S POVRunning every morning is my favorite part of being Alpha. I love how fast my paws take me whenever I run in my wolf form. It was a form of workout for my wolf, and it kept my mind at ease as I only focused on running and my environment. I'd been running for the past thirty minutes, so I decided it was time to go home. I ran towards the pack house as the gates opened the moment my wolf was spotted from afar."Good morning, Alpha.""Welcome, Alpha." Some pack members greeted me the moment I shifted back to my human form. I nodded to their greetings as I walked straight to my room to take a cold shower.An hour later, I was in my office. I had so much to do. If I had a beta, it would have been easier, but I have yet to appoint one. I’m trying to be careful so that I don’t make a mistake. The last Beta of my pack was killed in a rogue attack on his way back to the pack. I had to appeal for an acting Beta from Moonshine Pack—Victoria's father—to fill in until I’m ready to appo
SOPHIA'S POVThat week flew by in a blur. My delivery was smooth, the twins were healthy, and after all the necessary checks and monitoring, we were allowed to go home.The place I called home was a cozy two-bedroom flat nestled in the heart of the town. I had fallen in love with it at first sight, and it had once been the only slim ray of light in my life.I gazed at the building as it came into view, the drive from the hospital a long one.“So, which one is yours?” Lucas asked, looking around the block.“That one,” I said, pointing at the one with the little lights twinkling around the edges.“I don't think I even needed to ask you. I could tell right away as soon as you pointed it out. It looks very you,” Lucas chuckled as he pulled into the driveway.“Hey.” I lightly punched him on the shoulder. “It just shows personality. And I'll decide to take that as a compliment.”“Whatever you say, Sophia,” he said as he killed the engine.“Hey,” I said as he opened his side of the car. “Tha
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
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.
NATHAN’S POVThe crowd on the Brooklyn Bridge was alive with energy. Laughter and chatter mixed with the sound of car horns and the faint strains of music drifting in from nearby parties. The cold air bit at my face, but the warmth of the bodies around me made it bearable. This was not where I wanted to be, not even remotely.“Remind me why I let you drag me out here, Lola?” I muttered, shoving my hands deeper into my coat pockets as I dodged a group of teenagers racing past us.Lola, dressed in a thick cream coat with a fur-lined hood, turned to me with a grin that screamed mischief. “Because, dear Alpha, you’ve been moping in your apartment for weeks, and I couldn’t take another one of your broody texts. It’s New Year’s Eve! You’re in New York City! Live a little.”I shot her a dry look. “I don’t brood.”She snorted. “Oh, please. You practically invented it. ‘Lola, the city feels empty.’ ‘Lola, Christmas isn’t the same.’ ‘Lola, I’m not sure the decorations are tasteful enough.’”I g
SOPHIA’S POVThe gentle hum of conversation and laughter filled the house as the twins darted around, their giggles echoing off the walls. The past few days had been a whirlwind. Lucas’s unexpected arrival on Christmas night had shaken something loose in me—something I'm starting to get the feeling I’d been holding back for far too long.And now, here we were, on New Year’s Eve, still riding our rhythm like this wasn't my first holiday back. Lucas was a man of his word, and I knew he didn't have to be here. He could have been with family, but the fact that he chose here made my heart warm.He was in the kitchen with Alex, helping him build a mini volcano from a science kit he’d received for Christmas. Alexia was beside me on the couch, quietly braiding her doll’s hair, though her curious eyes kept drifting to Lucas.“I think Alex likes him,” Alexia whispered, her voice low but amused.I chuckled softly, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Oh yeah? What about you?”She paused, a misc
THEON'S POVIt was New Year’s Eve. A time of celebration, a time of joy.Or so it was supposed to be.I heaved out a sigh as I watched the occupants of the space.The packhouse was alive with forced celebration, laughter ringing out into the cold night like the faint embers of a dying fire. But even as the others laughed and toasted to a new year, I stood in the shadows of the room, watching, listening, calculating.The truth was, I couldn’t afford to celebrate. Not now.Nathan had been gone for weeks now.To the rest of the pack, our Alpha was on a mission to hunt Malachi, their greatest enemy and the last remnant of a dark chapter in our history. It was a noble cause, a story they could rally behind. But I knew better. Malachi wasn’t Nathan’s focus – Sophia was. She had been the true reason behind his abrupt departure. I could bet Malachi wasn't even on his mind.And now I was left here, trying to hold together the pieces of a pack that was slowly unraveling.“Theon.” A voice called
VICTORIA’S POVThe sun was merciless today, burning down on me as if even the heavens wanted me to suffer for my so-called sins. Was disrespecting my Alpha a sin? Was it truly a sin if it was all for his well-being? If I did it because I loved him? If so, then I wouldn't change a thing.Nathan and I were meant to be together.My hands were raw from pulling weeds out of the community garden—Nathan’s brilliant idea of justice. Of punishment. It was demeaning, humiliating, and oh-so typical of him.I smiled faintly to myself as I hummed a tune. He didn't have the balls to send me away, and I could tell why. He loves me. He was simply in denial—or just didn't know it yet.I swiped my forearm across my brow, smearing dirt across my face. My once-manicured nails were caked with soil, and my skin was rough and chafed. This wasn’t the life I was meant for. I was the Beta’s daughter, the second most respected rank after the Alpha himself. I had once commanded authority, admiration, and fear.A