“I mean he will come back,” I said with a shrug, though my voice lacked conviction. “But Pa, Ma… I didn’t just come to tell you about the baby. I’ve also come to tell you that we’re getting a divorce. I’ve already left the mansion.” They both stared at me, their eyes wide with shock. I could see th
The Plan A Week Later... ROXY’S POV Miles will finally be mine. Soon. Very soon. I smiled to myself as I sat by the hospital bed, watching Miles lie unconscious, his chest rising and falling steadily. He looked peaceful, almost angelic, despite the bandages on his head. Soon, when he opened t
My smile froze and my heart burned with unspoken rage. Pregnant again? How dare she? After everything, after the divorce papers, she had the audacity to pull this move? I knew Miles had said he didn’t want children until five years into their marriage, and I had planned to leverage that to my advant
AwakeFLASHBACK CONTINUES... ROXY’S POV “Follow that SUV,” I instructed, pointing at Miles’ car as it reversed out of the parking lot. I slid into the backseat, and my fingers gripped the edge of the door. “But don’t let him notice. Stay far enough behind.” The driver glanced at me in the rea
He blinked a few times, his brows furrowing as if trying to make sense of where he was. His lips moved, but no sound came out at first. Then, with a sudden energy, he spoke. “Rhea!” My blood ran cold. * MILES’ POV Rhea approached me with a first aid box. “Let me see your knuckles, Miles,” she s
The FalloutRHEA’S POV “Just look at you!” Evans practically gasped, his voice dripping with disbelief as I stepped out of the salon. I flashed him a small smile, tucking a stray strand of my freshly dyed blonde hair behind my ear. “Hey, Evans.” “I swear, if I didn’t know it was you, I would
“What is that?” I asked. “It’s... it’s Miles,” he replied, his voice almost a whisper. My heart dropped like a stone. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. But I forced myself to inhale deeply, clutching the edges of my scarf. “Evans,” I said firmly, “don’t tell him anything. Not where I am, not wha
I pushed the lot’s heavy door open with a little more force than necessary, and before long, the sound of Miles’ uneven steps echoed behind me. He wasn’t one to let things slide, and sure enough, I heard his voice behind me. “Do we have a problem, Evans?” he asked, his voice cold and demanding. I
I turned to look at her. She smiled faintly, though her own eyes betrayed a sadness she tried to hide. “If Rhea is meant for you,” she continued, "the Moon goddess will surely make your paths cross again. But if not...” She hesitated, as if the thought pained her as much as it pained me. “If not, t
THE VERDICT MILES’ POV A month later... Elder Aldric Silvermane cleared his throat and scanned the council room. The room fell silent as he began: “Roxy Chapman, you stand before the Wolf Council accused of grave crimes that strike at the heart of pack law and harmony. These crimes are not mi
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he snarled, finally turning to glare at me. The rain poured harder, drumming against the roof of the car. I hesitated, my mind racing. Surely, he wouldn’t leave me here. Not in the middle of a storm. “Mi
COLD NIGHTS, COLDER HEARTS RHEA’S POV FLASHBACK CONTINUES “What the hell was that?” Miles snapped, turning to face me. His eyes blazed with an intensity that made me shrink back slightly. We were now inside his car after the party, about to go home. He had dismissed his driver, opting to drive
I hesitated, unsure whether to introduce myself. Would Miles even care if I interacted with someone else? It wasn’t as if he had shown me an ounce of regard all night. Finally, I took his hand and gave him a polite smile. “Rhea,” I said softly. “Luna of Snowfall Pack.” “Luna,” Zane repeated, his l
A NIGHT AT THE BALL RHEA’S POV I stood by the window, staring out into the stormy night. Rain drummed steadily on the roof. Droplets slid down the glass in uneven patterns, illuminated by occasional flashes of lightning streaking across the dark sky. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward
My hands froze mid-action. “Our baby,” she whispered, her voice barely audible now. “Your heir. He’s done nothing wrong, Miles. He doesn’t deserve the brunt of your anger because of my mistakes. Please.” Her words came out in a rush, each one punctuated by broken sobs. My hands, still gripping he
REGRET MILES’ POV FLASHBACK CONTINUES The room was dark, the only light was coming from the faint moonbeam filtering through the window. I sat in one corner with a half-empty bottle of whiskey on the table beside me. I saw her figure pause at the door for a moment, and her hand moved toward the s
She reached out, gently patting Rhea’s arm, her smile as bright as the chandelier above us. Rhea gave her a small, tentative smile in return, but it was enough to make my gut churn. She doesn’t deserve to smile. She doesn’t deserve this kindness. “Thank you, Luna,” Rhea replied softly. “That would