SECRETS “Has she left?” I asked my one of the men walking for me who for some reason avoids meeting my eyes, though I don't mind. I love when people show fear. “Y.. yes sir. The plan took off some hours ago” he informed me. “And why exactly am I just finding that out? Alright, you can leave” I said waving him off with a flick of my wrist. I look out the large window with my hang tucked deep inside my pockets, staring at nothing in particular. My mind was occupied with the thought of Rose. Trying her number for days and not getting her was really maddening. It wasn't a common thing for me, everybody I call pick at first ring but not her which is really attracting, well,minus the fact that she was my mate. She has gotten what she wanted, being away from me, from her real family, but not for long, she would soon run back when she sees that she can not handle it on her own. I decided going back to work but I still could not concentrate, thoughts of her continuously lingered in my h
HOMECOMING. The plane landed safely at the San Francisco airport, thankfully I wasn't jet lagged and I didn't get sick during the flight. The thought of having to put my head down a public toilet to vomit was more repulsive than the actual vomit to me. I watched all the passengers unbuckle their seat belts and began picking some of their things as they walked out. I wanted to go after they had left because I didn't want to get too close to any of them. Right now, I get easily put off by any smell, so walking and rubbing bodies with strangers who have different perfumes on wasn't going to be a good idea. That would be, different scents and probably even odor coming right at her. So she sat in her seat to avoid that. After the majority of the passengers had left she unbuckled her seat belt and began moving outside, after she had gotten her thing she headed for the main door of the airport. She saw different people, husbands, wives, Children, they were all waiting for their respec
BACK IN SAN FRANCISCO. The car pulled up at the front of the house, my home. I was so happy, I never knew I would feel this way by just looking at this house. I got out of the car carefully and the driver helped me get my things from the boot and carried them for me to the front of the house. I was really surprised to see that the gate was locked. Why would mom and dad lock the gate? They went out when they knew I was coming? Well, then again they probably went to the supermarket to get a few things. And they probably would not have expected us to have gotten here so fast. The road was really free, it wasn't as clustered as it usually used to be, thankfully. Well, lucky enough for me I remembered where they usually kept the spare key in this kind of situation. I bent down and stretched my hand through the gate and put my hand inside the giant ceramic pot. Lo and behold, I remembered right, the key was still kept there. I quickly pulled it out and began unlocking the door. I got
DOUBTING THOMAS. The next morning mom and dad went back to their usual routine and mom was still acting like she hadn't seen me in years pecking, kissing and hugging me at random times and moments. It wasn't like I was always here with them in this house. I guess it was just the thought of knowing that I wasn't actually her child. There are still questions that I would definitely need more specific and clear answers to. Like how exactly was I switched? If they knew who my real parents actually were and who I actually am. If they actually queried the hospital or was the switch intentional? Why would they even agree to willingly let go of their official right as my parents? Well, I'm an adult so I guess it's all left for me Why they haven't intended to bring Scarlett here with them. Or maybe they did try and she refused, I would not be surprised if that were to be the case. They were a lot of thoughts running through my mind but for now I was home, that was what really mattered
STORY TIME. “You are pregnant?” I heard Jane ask for the umpteenth time. “Yes I am” I answered, really frustrated. Why was she making me say it over and over again. I heard my phone vibrate so I went to it and picked it up. It was Roman. Don't people know when to give up? Those he thinks that because he sent me a limo at the airport that my heart would flutter or something. People just be cray cray. I tossed my phone on the bed and sighed. “Who was that?” Jane asked me. I noticed she was still standing on the same spot that she was when I came out of the bathroom. “Get seated would you?” I asked her. She remained standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. “It's the father of my child” I told her. Why was she asking me when none of my answers would be sensible to her. The truth was the truth and honestly I can't blame her for not believing. It's my life and yet even I am still in doubt. All these was just so unreal. But that doesn't mean I am fine with her making
INCIDENT.About two months had passed since I came back to San Francisco. I left mom and dad's house two weeks after I came back because I was not yet ready to tell them about anything.The whole drama I had to undergo just for Jane to think I wasn't going crazy was crazy. Even up till now she still looks at me in a particular way. But you know, what the heck? Being in San Francisco never gets olds, the past month has been a struggle. I've also been going to the hospital for frequent check ups.My stomach had begun protruding, the baby bump was a bit visible.Currently I was on my way to school, I didn't take a cab or the bus or the subway, because I didn't want to be too close to anybody and I really needed the exercise.Not that being around those kids wasn't enough exercise both physically and mentally. I walked on the pedestrian's side of the road, looking at the sights around me. I was quite early so I was sure that I was definitely not going to go late.I felt my phone vibrate i
AT THE HOSPITALMy cloth had been changed I wondered how. It had been about at least thirty minutes since I regained consciousness but nobody had come around.I thought nurses were supposed to have round, well don't know how that works.I kept laying there listening to the footsteps of people that passed by, for some reason the sound was very soothing and calming.How long have I been here? I wondered.I wondered if I should maybe call out, say something so that they could know I was awake.I just remained still on the bed my eyes not leaving the ceiling above me. I prayed earnestly that my child was safe.I had been so carefully with everything. What I ate, what I drank, where I went, what I did, the way I slept even what I said.So why? Why in the world was this happening? Where the hell were this doctors? I had had enough. I decided to go to them if they would not come to me. I felt a bit of pain when I moved but after a while the pain settled.I looked at the needle rooted deeply
HEARING THE NEWS.“Good morning, sir” I heard one of my men say. He was one of the few I had set aside to keep a keen watch on Rose.I came down from the stairs slowly and majestically, like a leader and king that I am. He was here so early, we had no business other than matters concerning Rose, what could have happened that he needed to tell me? San Francisco was about three hours ahead of us, so she should be in school now.I was a bit bothered that I couldn't show though as the head of the lycans I needed to show my people strength and courage notwithstanding. He bowed when I had finally gotten down from the stairs.“What is it?” I asked him, motioning him to raise his head and speak as I waited impatiently for his answer.He raised his head but still kept his eyes to the ground.“It's about your mate sir, she was rushed to the hospital.” I heard him say.I winced at his words, narrowing my eyes, surely I must have heard wrong. From the last report I had heard of her, and all the
Happily Ever AfterHayley's POVThe morning sun shone through the windows as I stared at the garden below, savoring the beautiful view of it. It was like a gentle whisper of hope, soft and tentative, whispering through my ears. My fingers traced the windowsill, exploring the smooth, weathered wood beneath my touch - each groove and grain a tactile memory of our tumultuous journey. Two days. Just two days since Roman had returned from a battle that had threatened to unravel everything we knew, a conflict that had hovered on the razor's edge of total destruction.Memories cascaded through my mind like fragmented scenes from a nightmare. The metallic scent of blood. The paralysis of fear. That horrifying moment when time seemed to stop, and I believed I might lose everything I had come to love.But not today.Today was different.Today was about healing.About redemption.About hope rekindled.Downstairs, the kitchen was a symphony of preparation. We had hired more cooks for the celeb
A Promising Future Roman's POV I opened my eyes to the soft morning light coming through the windows. The pain in my chest was less now, thanks to the healing I got last night. Rose sat next to me on our bed, her hand gentle on my arm. She looked tired but happy."How are you feeling?" she asked softly, her fingers threading through my hair with such tenderness it made my heart ache. Dark circles circled her eyes, evidence of her exhaustion from last night, but her smile held all the warmth of the morning sun.I caught her hand in mine, pressing my lips to her knuckles, breathing in the familiar scent of her skin. "Better. The healing worked better than I expected." Every word was true – the piercing pain that had threatened to tear me apart was now just a memory."That's good." Her smile wavered slightly, worry dancing in the depths of her green eyes like shadows in still water. "The twins are still sleeping now. But they gave me a hard time sleeping last night. It's like they c
A New Dawn Hayley's POV I paced the hospital corridor as we waited for Dad to wake up. The fluorescent lights shone too bright even though it was already night, making the white walls seem even more clinical. I sat down in an uncomfortable plastic chair and shifted numerous times, my muscles protesting after hours of sitting. Next to me, Viola kept checking her phone, her fingers drumming an anxious rhythm on her thigh. Bree had gone home to rest about an hour ago, practically falling asleep on her feet. I'd insisted she get some proper sleep, promising to call if anything changed. The twins were with Dora, and even though I trusted her completely, my thoughts kept drifting to them. It was the longest I'd been away since they were born. "Family of Lucien Merchetti?" A doctor's voice drew my attention to the doorway. She was young, probably in her early thirties, with kind eyes that crinkled at the corners when she smiled. "You can go in and see him now, but just for a litt
The Final Battle Roman's POVThe private jet touched down in San Francisco just as the sun began its descent behind the horizon. My muscles were tense from the flight, but my mind was sharp, focused on the hunt ahead.Beside me, Caspian checked his phone for the hundredth time, his usual playful demeanor replaced by cold determination."Our tracking team is already working on Scarlett's location," I told him as we climbed into the waiting SUV. "They'll have coordinates for us within minutes." I informed him."Good." Caspian's voice was clipped. "The sooner we end this, the better." He added.As we drove to my wolves' team here in San Francisco, I pulled out my phone to hear from Rose back in New York. My fingers hovered over Rose's number for a moment before I pressed call. She answered on the first ring, her voice tight with worry."Roman? Did you find them?" She asked me.Just hearing her voice made my wolf whine. "We're close. The tracking team is working on it now." I leaned aga
Escape Before DawnRoman's POV We sat at the back of the garden, and the late afternoon shone across the immaculately beautiful lawn. My wolf paced restlessly beneath my skin as I watched Scarlett and Stephan exchange their vows, not fooled by the serene facade of this wedding. Everything about them looked fake – the forced smiles, the tension crackling in the air, the way my guards tried to blend into the background while keeping their eyes fixed on Melissa.Rose was beside me, her hand warm in mine, her emerald dress making her skin glow in the fading light. She was trying to keep her composure, but I could feel the slight tremor in her fingers. I found myself thinking about our own future wedding, the one we'd have once all this mess was over. It would be different – filled with joy instead of suspicion, love instead of hatred."You may kiss the bride," the officiant announced, his voice carrying across the hushed garden.I leaned closer to Rose, my lips brushing her ear as I wh
Scarlett's Wedding Hayley's POV I stood before the full-length mirror in our bedroom, pulling down the hem of my emerald green dress for the hundredth time now. I felt nervous.The silk material mused against my skin as I stretched it, but even its luxurious touch couldn't calm my nerves. Today was my sister's wedding—if you could call someone who'd tried to kill you a sister."Stop fidgeting, Rose." Roman's deep voice called from the doorway. I didn't have to turn because I saw his reflection in the mirror before me, and my breath hitched in my throat. He looked devastatingly handsome in his charcoal suit, his dark hair slightly tousled as if he'd been running his fingers through it. His eyes, those piercing amber orbs that never failed to see right through me, held mine in the mirror."I can't help it," I mumbled, smoothing my hands over my stomach. The twins' birth had left its marks, but Bree had chosen this dress perfectly—it hugged in all the right places while still being ap
Three Days of GraceRoman's POVIt was three days before Scarlett's wedding. I was pacing my study in the early morning, thinking. Dawn hadn't yet broken when Caspian arrived and joined me in the study. I had called him earlier. I'd been up for hours now, my wolf restless beneath my skin. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier than in these moments, when every decision could mean life or death for those I loved."Three days," Caspian said, leaning back in his chair. Dark circles under his eyes suggested he'd been up all night too. "Are we really going through with getting Melissa out for the wedding?" He asked me.I paused my pacing to rub my temples, where a headache had been building since midnight. I turned to walk to the window, watching as the sun shone down in the garden looking too peaceful for the turmoil in my mind."I don't know," I admitted, my voice rough from lack of sleep. The thought of letting Melissa out made my wolf snarl with protective rage. "With ever
Betrayal in Plain SightRoman's POVThis morning I woke up with new determination. I rubbed my tired eyes, determined to review more surveillance footage. Yesterday's run with Rose had helped clear my mind, made the bitterness and pain more manageable. I didn't expect to find anything new in the recordings, but I had to try. I had barely started hearing the recordings in my study.Then I heard it.Scarlett's voice came through the speakers, trembling slightly. "I don't know what to do. He's going to banish me from New York. I have nowhere to go." She cried.I leaned forward, turning up the volume. A female voice responded, making my anger spike."Come to San Francisco. We need to stick together now more than ever," the voice said. "It's time we dealt with Roman and Hayley once and for all." She told her. Wait. That voice sounds familiar.My fingers gripped the edge of my desk. That voice... I knew that voice."Are you sure?" Scarlett asked, hope creeping into her tone."Yes. Just co
Comfort in ChaosHayley's POVMy heart ached as I watched Roman storm upstairs to his study, his shoulders rigid with tension. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the foyer, each step heavy with the weight of yesterday's revelations. Viola's eyes followed his retreating form, and concern appeared on her elegant features."Kate, darling," Viola said softly, reaching across the table to squeeze my hand. "I've never seen him this tense, even for Roman. What has happened?" She asked me.I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. The morning sunlight streaming through the windows suddenly felt too bright, too cheerful for the heaviness in my chest. "He visited his mother in the dungeon yesterday," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "She told him... she told him Victor might be his real father."The silence that followed was deafening. Bree's coffee cup clattered against its saucer, the sound sharp in the quiet room."Oh my God," Bree breathed, her blue eyes wide. "Are you