BrightThe atmosphere in the house was still a living hell. I needed to change the energy between us. The maids were already starting to suspect that something was wrong between us, and I knew they would carry the tale to Sophia’s parents and mine. If she and I weren’t careful, they would find out or start watching us to figure out the reason for our distance.But Sophia and I barely spoke, and when we did, it was with cold and distant monosyllables. I had tried to talk to her after our last argument, but every attempt ended the same way: she shut down, and I accumulated more frustration. I didn’t know how to fix it, but what I did know was that I couldn’t keep going like this.Sophia wanted to leave me. She wanted to end the charade of our marriage. Months ago, I wouldn’t have cared much, but now I felt an urgent need to stop it from happening. We hadn’t brought up the subject in days, but her attitude made it clear that she wouldn’t change her mind. Anxiety was eating me up inside,
SophiaMy parents' mansion was impeccable, with every detail carefully planned for the gathering of the alphas and their wives. Initially, no women were supposed to be present, as the men wanted to protect us, but as their wives, we deserved to know what was happening. We understood that the missions were dangerous and that they didn’t want us there, but at the very least, they had to give us information about the case.The warm light from the golden lamps illuminated the grand dining room, where a long table was set with elegant plates and black glasses. Mom and Dad had taken care of organizing the meeting. They were part of the pack but had retired. However, they also wanted to be present. They looked alert because of everything that had been happening lately.The atmosphere was tense as if everyone in the room was holding their breath, waiting for something to explode at any moment.Bright was sitting next to me, his hand resting on my thigh like a silent warning. I wanted to push
SophiaI had to swallow my pride to keep myself from furiously yelling at Bright when he walked out of the bathroom and left me there alone. The packs were downstairs engaged in an important conversation, and we couldn’t interrupt our marital problems or allow them to hear us arguing. But once we got home, we needed to talk.This wasn’t going to stay this way. I wasn’t going to allow it. He was never going to threaten me again.The night had been long, tense, and exhausting. Talking about the mission gave me a headache. Still, I paid attention to most of it and noticed that there was information the Alphas didn’t want to share with us. I wasn’t sure if the others had noticed it too.The ride home felt like an eternity, with silence filling every corner of the car. Bright kept his eyes on the road, his hands gripping the wheel firmly, not saying a single word. I didn’t need to look at him to know that his jaw was clenched, that his mind was still trapped in what had happened at dinner
SophiaThe morning sun filtered through the curtains when I opened my eyes, and problems quickly flooded my mind. I didn’t feel like getting out of bed. Not today. Despite having slept through the night, I felt exhausted. The conversation with Bright had drained all my energy, leaving an emptiness in my chest that I didn’t know how to fill.Waking up meant facing my problems, and my energy had already been depleted by last night's conversation. The wave of emotions drowning me from the inside refused to leave my body. I needed a break from all the drama, but life gave me no respite.I knew I had to go downstairs for breakfast. The decision to divorce was mine, and I had to face single life again. And with that, I had to deal with my parents’ future reaction when they found out what had happened between Bright and me. I had to prepare myself for a long conversation about how I had ruined generations of clean and lasting marriages. I didn’t even understand why it hurt so much to know I
SophiaDante and I agreed to go on a date soon. I gave him my new phone number and confessed that he was right about my marriage to Bright and its falseness. Dante didn’t seem impressed, but he did look happy to have his suspicions confirmed.I couldn’t get the kiss Dante gave me on the lips before I left out of my head. I had forgotten what his kisses felt like. I must say, it was strange to feel the difference between Bright’s lips and Dante’s. I had gotten used to Bright’s and had forgotten Dante’s.I arranged to meet my mother at her office.Walking into my parents’ company had always been a strange experience for me. Maybe because I had never really felt like I fit into that world of business, cold decisions, and calculated strategies. I had my place in the company, but I always chose to work from home. However, today, I had no choice. I had to come. I needed to talk to Bright about the divorce, and since I would already be there to see my mother, I decided to take the opportunit
SophiaI had never taken so long to choose what to wear for a date. After rearranging my schedule to go out with Dante, I had to check my closet to see which dress to put on.I was nervous about the date and about someone we knew seeing me with Dante at dinner. My divorce from Bright was still being processed, and no one knew we had separated. I wasn’t ready to face my parents or James yet, but I knew I’d have to do it soon.I felt like a teenager in front of the mirror, trying on dresses, taking them off, changing hairstyles, applying perfume and then changing my mind. It was ridiculous. I had been on many dates before, even with Dante, but tonight felt different. I didn’t know if it was because we were finally trying something real or because… a part of me was still hurt by the image of Bright with that woman in his office. My mind was a walking mess. I was going crazy.I shook my head. No. Tonight wasn’t for thinking about Bright. I promised myself that. It was time to move on. It
BrightThe anger hit me like a slap I didn’t see coming. Of all the places they could have gone, did they really have to choose the same restaurant I came to with my date?It felt intentional.It wasn’t when I saw her with Dante at the restaurant. It wasn’t when she laughed softly with him, that laugh that used to be mine. No. It was when she leaned toward him and took his hand across the table like she had moved on without a second thought. As if I had never existed. For her, the divorce was practically a done deal, and it was obvious I didn’t matter to her in the slightest. Her love for Dante remained intact, and she preferred him over me.And there I was, sitting across from a woman who said sweet things, who had the perfect smile, the right dress, the proper attitude. Everything about her was flawless. But she wasn’t Sophia. Not even close. It didn’t feel the same, and I knew she would never make me feel the way Sophia did.I told myself —like I had so many times before— that I ne
SophiaI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped through my parents’ front door. My mother’s call asking me to come over with Bright to discuss something important made me nervous.Her tone had been concerning. I knew something was going on, and I couldn’t escape it. It was hard to ask Bright to come with me since we barely spoke anymore, but he agreed.The silence was too thick, and their stares too long. My mother got up from the couch as soon as she saw me, but she didn’t come over to hug me like she usually did. My father remained seated, his face tense and his jaw clenched, as if he were holding back an avalanche. And the worst part was seeing Bright there, standing by the window with his hands in his pockets and his gaze fixed on the floor. He looked serious. Cold. Almost distant.Bright was simply waiting for someone to speak. He didn’t want to be there and was clearly caught in a mental storm. I wish I knew what he was thinking and what was going on to make him look so s
SophiaSince I woke up that morning, two days after Bright left home, I felt nervous. I knew something strange or bad was going to happen to me that day. When I picked up my phone from the nightstand and saw a message, I had the same feeling. Uncertainty ran through my veins, and I couldn’t help but reply to the person who sent it.An hour later, barely having had breakfast, I asked two pack members to escort me to my parents' company and had the rest stay and watch over my house. I didn’t like giving that kind of order to my pack, but James insisted they be there to protect me. The wolves did it gladly, and I always rewarded them with hot meals, and by letting them shower at my place and leave their things there. Truth be told, I’d done it more often since Bright left. The house felt damn empty without him there with me.I got out of the car, and both wolves accompanied me inside the company building for my safety, but I asked them to stay in the lobby so I could handle my business i
SophiaThere was no one with me at home because I rejected Dante’s offer to come see me after Bright left the house and didn’t return.I couldn’t allow myself to see Dante in my home, and I didn’t have the energy for it either. But my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. I had been awake for hours —or rather, sleepless— sitting on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket that couldn’t keep me warm. I kept searching for answers about where Bright could be right now.Was he with some girl? Did he sleep with someone else?Something inside my chest screamed it. I could feel it. The pressure in my chest wouldn’t let me think. Every second reaffirmed just how badly I had acted for not making up my mind in time. Really, all of this began when I married Bright. I should’ve never agreed to marry him. I went too far, and when I realized it, I had already hit the gas and jumped off the cliff, dragging someone with me.Bright.The early morning sky turned gray. Another storm was coming.Bright ha
BrightI left the packed suitcases at home. I was going to leave soon. I couldn’t keep breathing the same air in that house where Sophia had rolled around with Dante. That was my house too, and she didn’t even have the decency not to bring a man into her bed. Into our bed. I bought that bed for us. We slept there together. What happened wasn’t fair. What she did wasn’t fair.I couldn't forgive her. While I was risking my life at the border to gather information, Sophia and Dante were playing house in my bed.The bar door closed behind me with a dull thud, shutting me off from the outside world. The place was dimly lit, filled with smoke and low murmurs as if everyone there wanted to forget something. I hadn’t been to a bar like this in a long time, but that night I needed to forget a lot of things.I wanted alcohol to forget everything. I wanted to leave behind the person who hurt me.I walked heavily toward the bar, avoiding everyone’s gaze, ordering a double whiskey as soon as the b
SophiaI knew that guilt would come knocking at the door of my heart, but I never thought it would weigh as heavily as it did. I couldn't stop thinking about it. What I was doing was wrong. I wasn't referring to Dante himself, but to bringing him home to stay with me for a few days. He insisted on staying to protect me. I said no, but he was very persistent about it.Ever since Dante had moved into the house, everything seemed to move faster than I could process. We slept together. We had breakfast together. He talked about future plans while I could barely concentrate on the present.And now, three days after Bright had left for that mission with part of the pack, I found myself putting away the breakfast cups with Dante, trying to force a smile when I heard the sound of the front door suddenly opening.I froze.Dante kept talking, unaware of the panic beginning to boil under my skin.The door opened completely, and I saw him walk in, looking tired and upset. He seemed to have troubl
SophiaMy mother was cooking in silence, and my father was flipping through the newspaper for the fifth time. I felt like a leaf floating in the middle of a storm directionless, powerless, out of control. Uncertainty loomed over me, and all I could think about were Bright’s words in that letter.I had spent the whole day avoiding the envelope Bright had sent me. It was left in plain sight on the kitchen table, but I didn’t dare to open it until hours later. When I finally did, Bright’s handwriting was neatly written on the page, filled with heartfelt words."I love you, Sophia, and I sent you this note in the form of a letter to tell you that. I don’t consider myself the most romantic person in the world, but I wanted to send a note like in the old days. Take care. With love, Bright."When I finished reading it, I pressed the letter to my chest, sighing and thinking. But eventually left the envelope on the table. My parents didn’t touch it, but I could tell they wanted to.It was beau
SophiaThe silence at home felt more uncomfortable than ever because I was alone with my thoughts. I didn’t know solitude could make me overthink so much, but I guess being terrified about Bright made everything heavier.Although, in truth, I wasn’t completely alone.My parents were here, just as Bright had promised. He spoke to them before leaving for the border, and, as always, his word was enough. My mother settled in the kitchen as if the world wasn’t falling apart, and my father sat in his usual armchair, flipping through the same newspaper from days ago as if he didn’t notice his daughter was falling apart right before his eyes.The guards outside were the only thing that broke the illusion of normalcy, though I’d been living with them for several days now. I knew there were at least four werewolves stationed around the house. I saw them when I arrived, I felt their footsteps at night, and I heard their low murmurs when they communicated through their earpieces. It was a subtle,
SophiaI barely slept, and when I did, it was out of exhaustion, not peace. I had nightmares of Bright and Dante fighting, and the feeling still lingered in my body. I thought it had been real because that’s how it felt. I couldn’t help but think it could actually happen, and I would have to stop it somehow.I still had on the clothes from the day before and my hair was tangled from all the tossing and turning. Every sound, every creak of the wooden house startled me. I kept imagining Bright pounding on the door again, asking if I was okay… suspecting, maybe even already knowing, that there was something I was hiding from him.And he was right. Bright wasn’t stupid. He could tell what I was thinking without even looking at me. I don’t know if it’s because I’m an open book or because he knew me so well that he could just sense it.Dante had left after breaking that vase, leaving me alone with trembling hands, a shattered heart, and guilt written all over me. I didn’t know what to do. I
BrightNo matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get her out of my head. No matter how much I fought it, her name wandered through my mind all the time, causing me emotional turmoil. I didn’t know how to go back to what we used to be because everything had changed between us forever.Sophia.Her name slips into my mind during every moment of silence and sneaks into my thoughts even when I’m in the middle of a meeting with the pack. Her laugh, the way she frowns when something bothers her, the sparkle in her eyes when she tries to appear strong and fails… all of that haunts me. It disgusted me to think about her so much because I was never like this. This wasn’t me. I never liked feeling anything, but the more I tried to erase her from my mind, the more the feeling clung to my heart.Since that night, her image has become a constant echo within me. Something unforgettable. And even though we haven’t truly spoken since then, her presence hasn’t left me. She was tattooed on my skin without
SophiaThe storm had passed a few days ago. Things between Bright and me weren’t bad, but they didn’t feel comfortable either at least not for me.He tried to start conversations whenever we were close, but we hadn’t brought up what had happened between us. I was grateful he hadn’t said a word about it, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to. I could see it in his eyes, but he was giving me space.I really liked what happened between us again. Every time it happened, it surpassed the last. Now I understand why the women Bright had slept with had fallen so deeply for him: because Bright had a touch that was hard to forget. His damned mouth was enchanted with the most powerful love spell.Ever since I closed the door behind Bright that morning, I knew some things couldn’t be undone. I was left alone on the same couch where we’d shared such an intimate and complicated moment, feeling empty. Not empty of emotions, but of direction. I didn’t know where to go or what to do with the mix of g