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
SophiaThis isn't my wedding, and yet, I have to look happier than the bride herself.The members and family of the Moonlight pack were celebrating James wedding, the Alpha and my brother. He had found his mate. The scent of expensive wine floated in the air, tempting me to drown my sorrows. Everyone was chatting cheerfully. Some people clapped for my brother and his wife as they danced on the luxurious dance floor.With a glass of champagne in hand I walked through the crowd, wearing a smile that seemed just right."Hey, Sophie!" my aunt called out from a distance. She wore a gorgeous dress, her face flushed with joy. "What a wonderful moment, right?! Look at them! They make such a great couple, and they're so young!"I quickly approached her and clinked my glass against hers. The crisp sound rang pleasantly in the lively atmosphere. "Auntie, you look just the same as always." I tilted my head back and drank the champagne in one go.The bubbles burst happily on my tongue, leaving a b
Sophia"You really know how to ruin my romantic evening, Sophia."The woman was frantically wiping her face. Her delicate makeup was totally ruined now. "Honey, look at what she did!" she choked out andtried to snuggle into his arms for comfort. But Bright mercilessly pushed her away."Get out! Go wash your face quickly. You're a nuisance" his voice was cold, without the slightest trace of warmth.I narrowed my eyes at his attitude. Bright deserved a beating. If I wasn't busy keeping my balance on these stilettos, I'd make sure he knew it."It wasn't my fault. And you!" she shot me a furious look, as if she wanted to kill me, then turned around and stormed out of the room. The sound of her heels echoed angrily against the floor.She should thank me for saving her. I raised the glass, but no drip in it. Bright walked toward me. He crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles subtly flexing. He looked at me with a flash of disgust in his eyes, as if expecting an apology. But at that m
SophiaThe headache woke me up. I rubbed my face and groaned from the discomfort. I don’t know why I drank so much, but I swear this is the last time I touch a drop of alcohol. I turned over in bed, looking for a comfortable position for my body. But I felt something strange. Something wasn’t right. I frowned.My bare skin touched a warm body.What the hell?My eyes flew open.Bright was asleep beside me. His calm breathing matched his relaxed face. His hair was messy, and one hand rested behind his head. The muscle in his arm was perfectly defined. The sheets covered him from the waist down, allowing me to see his toned abdomen.I understood why women went crazy for him. But my heart almost leaped out of my chest when I realized what I had done.The scent of his cologne was all over my body. A shower wouldn’t erase the memory of his fragrance on my skin. A shower wouldn’t erase what we did.Damn it. No. Why was this happening to me?I sat up in bed almost in a panic. I held my head,
SophiaMom took care of the wedding preparations, and Dad paid for everything. Both of them were eager to see me married to Bright after the scene in the hotel bedroom. They pressured me too much to bring the wedding forward as soon as possible to avoid my reputation being hurt. My brother wanted to kill Bright every time he was around.I found myself trapped in a dead-end path. Disappointing my parents wasn’t an option. I was born into a family with strict values and rules. The expensive dress was in front of me. It was an elegant design, with long sleeves and delicate lace. The bouquet of white flowers lay on the metal vase at one side of the room. Everything looked spectacular. My marriage to Bright had to be that way. Appearance. Ours was not real, and it never would be.I got myself into this mess. I had to take responsibility. After all, I was the one who told everyone I loved Bright. When the truth threatened to destroy me, I had to invent a lie. The consequence was maintainin
SophiaI decided to take a break from the madness of marriage. Mom and Dad were constantly pressuring me. They had a specific idea of how marriage should be, and Bright and I didn’t meet their expectations.Bright didn’t pressure me, but my family pressured him. Since we married, my brother has given him too many responsibilities in the pack. I think James wanted to separate Bright from me. I didn’t care, but my brother treated Bright unfairly. Anyway, I know James was trying to protect me from Bright. Since we married, Bright has had to be careful with his affairs. I didn’t mind that at all. I was more relaxed if someone can grab him from me.But faking it was exhausting. My parents constantly invited us to dinner to analyze us. It was stupid.I could barely focus on the conversation with my friends. Comments from the streets reached my ears.“Did you hear? Bright gave up his destined mate to be with Sophia. He’s in love with her and loves her. Who would give up their destined mate i
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 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
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
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
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
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
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,
BrightLiving with her felt like living with the enemy. There was so much weight on my shoulders. There was so much work I had to take care of to keep the pack safe. James had given me the responsibility of looking after everyone as his right hand, but I couldn’t stop thinking about his sister, and I didn’t even understand why.However, the thoughts and emotions haunted me all the time. I needed a break from them.It had been three days since that argument since Sophia looked at me as if I were the worst being ever to walk the earth. Three days since I forced her to witness my little revenge, bringing another woman into the house, fully aware of what I was doing. I didn’t do it because I truly wanted to be with someone else. I did it because I wanted to see her burn with jealousy. Because I needed her to feel a fraction of the rage I had been carrying since that damn night I found her with Dante. I needed her to taste her own medicine.If she let Dante into our home, then I could brin
SophiaIt had been two days since Bright and I had spoken to each other. The silence between us felt like an impenetrable wall, heavy and suffocating. We no longer slept in the same bed. He stayed in his room, and I stayed in mine. Ours, actually. But apparently, now it was mine alone.My chest ached every time I saw him walk through the house without even looking at me. It was as if I didn’t exist, as if somehow, he had decided that I was no longer part of his world. And although at first, I tried to act strong, I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t stand the silence, the coldness with which he treated me.Why was he punishing me like this? We had an agreement, and he was the one not keeping it.To hell with what we did that night. I know what happened was significant. I know I felt something, but I asked him to forget it. Dante wasn’t my fault. He showed up at my house, and I didn’t owe Bright any explanation. He had no right to be angry. I had never been upset about any of his lov