Revealed IntentionsRoman's POVAfter our beautiful lunch with the rest of the ladies, Caspian and I made our way back to the study, our minds full with the new developments. We had let the ladies to continue chatting about how to dress up for the wedding. They moved to the foyer. But they didn't know that the wedding we were going to attend was more than just a social event, it was an opportunity to uncover Melissa's scheming and keep watch her closer. As we settled into our chairs, Caspian began shuffling through the papers on his desk. "So, we know Melissa is planning to attend this wedding too," he said, his brow furrowed in concentration. "And we suspect she'll be meeting with her allies there, possibly even Victor." He added, looking up to me.I couldn't help but chuckle at his perceptiveness. "You know me too well, my friend." I admitted, sinking into one of the plush armchairs.That's why we need to make sure we're there as well. We need to get eyes and ears on whatever th
New Dresses and New Discoveries Hayley's POV Today, which was the day after Roman revealed traveling to attend a wedding, my parents and I sat in the garden outside. I guess the house felt boring so we needed to relax outside. Despite that, we're savoring our last hours together, because tomorrow by this time in the evening, I'm probably miles away from them. The air was cool as I sip the drink from my glass and reclined back in my outdoor chair. The garden was always a beautiful view, the gentle breeze carried the sweet scent of blooming flowers.It was a moment of tranquility and peace and we sat there quietly enjoying the moment. It was times like this that reminds you that life is truly beautiful and deserves to be enjoyed.Mom was absently running her fingers through the grass, while Dad leaned back in his chair, with his eyes closed as if soaking in the peaceful atmosphere."It's nice out here," Mom said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. "So different from San Franci
Preparing For Departure Hayley's POV The insistant soft kicks of babies nearby, gently roused me from sleep. When I opened my eyes, I lay still, listening to the quiet breathing of Aurora and Orion in their cribs nearby. Today was the day we were heading to the wedding, and with it, into unknown territory. I pushed myself up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The cool floor beneath my feet helped ground me, pushing away the last remnants of sleep. As I stood, stretching, I heard a soft knock at the door. "Come in," I called softly, not wanting to wake the babies. Dora poked her head in. Her salt-and-pepper hair was neatly pulled back, and her warm brown eyes crinkled with a smile. "Good morning, Mrs. Hayley," she said softly. "I thought you might need some help packing for the little ones." She offered, kindly. I felt a rush of gratitude wash over me. "Oh, Dora, thank you. That would be wonderful." I accepted her offer warmly. As we began sorting through the b
Arriving at the Fortress Hayley's POV The moment we stepped onto Roman's private jet, I felt like I'd entered another world. The interior was all sleek lines and plush comfort. It's luxury surprises me even after riding it a few times. Bree and Viola couldn't contain their excitement, their eyes wide as they took in every detail. "Oh my God, Hayley!" Bree squealed, running her hand over the butter-soft leather of her seat. "This is insane! I feel like a movie star!" She exclaimed. Viola, ever the picture of elegance, settled into her seat with a graceful smile. "It's certainly luxurious," she agreed, her eyes twinkling. "Roman, you've outdone yourself." She commended him. I caught Roman's eye and saw a hint of pride there, mixed with something else, was it nervousness? It was hard to tell with him sometimes. He gave me a small smile before turning to speak with the pilot. As we took off, my stomach did a little flip that had nothing to do with the ascent. This was really
Staying Alert Roman's POV As Caspian and I entered our assigned guest room, the heavy wooden door clicked shut behind us. The space was lavish, no doubt, with its ornate furnishings and plush carpets, but it felt cold, unwelcoming. I let out a long sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Well, this is cozy," Caspian said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he flopped onto one of the beds. I grunted in response, my mind already racing with the tasks at hand. "We're not here for comfort, Cas. We need to check on Melissa's movements," I said, pulling out my phone. Caspian nodded, his expression turning serious. "Right. Let's see what Melissa and the other witches had been up to." He said straightening up to come huddle over my phone. We quickly began accessing the recordings we'd gathered from the bug on Melissa's phone. As I played the most recent recording, Melissa's voice filled the room, cold and calculated as always. "We're taking off from New York now. We should be l
Uneasy Morning Hayley's POV The soft whimpers of Orion pulled me from a fitful sleep. My eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains. For a moment, I forgot where I was, the unfamiliar surroundings sending a jolt of panic through me. Then it all came flooding back, Alpha Leighton's mansion, the upcoming wedding, sharing a room with mom and Bree. I sighed, pushing myself up and reaching for Orion. "Shh, baby boy," I cooed softly, cradling him against my chest. "Mama's here." I shook him lightly. As I settled back against the headboard to feed him, I couldn't help but marvel at how different my twins were, even at just two weeks old. Orion, always hungry, always making his needs known. And Aurora, still sleeping peacefully in her portable crib, unbothered by her brother's fussing. From the corner of my eye, I saw Viola stirring. She stretched languidly before turning to me with a sleepy smile. "Good morning, Hayley," she said softly
A Wedding Shrouded in MysteryHayley's POV I stirred from my fitful sleep, blinking from the afternoon sunlight and heat becoming unbearable in the room. For a moment, I feared we had slept for too long, afraid the ceremony must have started but I quickly searched for a source of time.Glancing at the ornate clock on the bedside table, I was relieved to see it was just 2 PM. We had slept far longer than intended, likely a result of the stress and tension that had been building since our arrival."Bree, Viola," I called out softly, careful not to startle the babies who were miraculously still asleep. "We need to start getting ready." I informed them.Bree groaned from her bed, burying her face deeper into her pillow. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, her voice muffled.Viola, already awake and sitting by the window, chuckled softly. "I'm afraid we don't have five minutes to spare, dear. The wedding is at 4, remember?" I reminded her.That seemed to do the trick. Bree shot up, her ey
A Dance With DaggersHayley's POV The reception area was a sea of elegant tables, draped in pristine white linens and adorned with centerpieces that seemed to glow in the soft evening light. As we made our way to our assigned seats, I couldn't shake the feeling of being a stranger in a strange land. Every face I saw was unfamiliar, save for our small group, and the air was thick with an undercurrent of tension that seemed at odds with the celebratory occasion.I settled into my chair, carefully adjusting Aurora in my arms. The weight of her, warm and solid against my chest, was a comfort in this sea of uncertainty.The soft clink of glasses and the low hum of conversation filled the air. My eyes couldn't help but drift towards a particular group - Luna Barbara, Melissa, and their coterie of dark-eyed women. They huddled together, their heads bent low in hushed conversation, occasionally casting furtive glances around the room. A shiver ran down my spine, and I felt uncomfortable.
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