Resistance and RevelationsRoman's POVI rubbed my tired eyes, squinting at the screens before me. Hours of poring over Scarlett's recordings had yielded nothing substantial, and frustration gnawed at me. With a heavy sigh, I pushed back from the desk, my chair scraping against the floor.As the clock struck noon, I decided it was time for a break. My stomach growled, reminding me that I hadn't eaten since 8am. I stretched, feeling the satisfying pop of my joints, and made my way to Caspian's room.I found him lounging on his bed, phone pressed to his ear, a dopey smile plastered across his face. I leaned against the doorframe, watching him with amusement. It was probably Bree on the other end, judging by the way his eyes lit up."Alright, babe. I'll call you later," Caspian said, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He ended the call and looked up at me, his expression morphing into something more businesslike. "Food should be here shortly." He informed me, as if knowing I came s
Faces in the Ashes Roman's POV The car's engine hummed silently beneath our feet as Caspian and I drove away from the meeting hall. My mind was still reeling from the confrontation with the alphas. Their resistance, their doubt, it all left a bitter taste in my mouth. I gazed out the window, watching the city lights blur past, when my phone suddenly buzzed in my pocket. I fished it out, frowning at the unknown number. "Roman speaking," I answered, my voice gruff with fatigue. "Sir, this is Dr. Elias from the forensic team," came a crisp voice from the other end. "We've got some results from the bombing site that you might want to see for yourself." He stated, matter of factly. My heartbeat quickened. "What have you found?" I asked, unable to be patient from hearing the news any longer. "Well, I don't know how to explain this on the phone. I think you should come see it for yourself now," Dr. Elias replied. I ended the call and turned to Caspian. "Change of plans. We
Confrontation at the Warehouse Roman's POV The sharp ringing tone of my phone awakened me from sleep, as if I was poured some cold water. I searched for it even before opening my eyes, and when I found it, I squinted at the bright screen to know the caller. Rose's name flashed, and a mix of worry and warmth washed over me instantly. "Hey," I answered, my voice still rough with sleep. "Roman," Rose's voice came through, a blend of relief and frustration. "I've been waiting for you to call back but you haven't. Is everything okay?" She asked in her usual worrisome manner. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "I'm sorry, Rose. Things have been... demanding. I should have called." I apologized. "It's alright," she said softly. "How's it going there? Any progress?" She asked curiously. I leaned back against the headboard, trying to organize my thoughts. "Leighton's bride is feeling better, thankfully. The Lunas are still in custody, and we had a meeting with their alphas yesterday. T
Suspicions And Secrets Roman's POV The familiar structure of the tracker checking team's building appeared before us as we pulled into the parking lot. I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. "Looks like we're becoming regulars here lately," I muttered to Caspian as we stepped out of the car, and I couldn't decide if the fact was a good thing or not. The cool evening air hit my face, which was an opposite to the stuffy interior of the vehicle where we'd been transporting our captives. Six men, all potential threats, all needing to be checked before we could risk taking them to our safe location. It was going to be a long night. We've been driving all day, from the Southern part of the town to back here, uptown. As we entered the building, the receptionist recognized us immediately. Her eyes widened slightly, but she maintained her professional demeanor. "Good evening, Your Majesty. How can we assist you today?" She asked us, professionally. I approach
A Family Suspect Roman's POV The interrogation room felt suffocating as I sat down to face each captive, one by one. Caspian stood silently in the corner, his presence a reassuring constant in this mess. "Tell me about your contractor," I demanded of the first man, my voice low and dangerous. He shook his head, fear evident in his eyes. "I-I never saw her. Only our team leader did." He stammered. That was what Max told me too. So he wasn't lying after all. I growled in frustration, dismissing him and calling for the next. This pattern repeated until finally, the team leader sat before me. The first five men were frustratingly unhelpful because they hadn't seen their contractor and I only want to hear more about her. His eyes darted nervously around the room, avoiding my gaze. "You saw her," I demanded, leaning across the table. "Describe her. And I mean every detail you can remember." I growled, menacingly. The man swallowed hard, his eyes darting nervously between C
Sketches and Decisions Roman's POV I was awoken from sleep by a sharp knock on my door. Groaning, I rolled over and squinted at the clock. 7:30 AM. I'd barely gotten four hours of sleep. "What?" I growled, not bothering to hide my irritation. Caspian's voice came through the door, sounding far too chipper for this ungodly hour. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty! The sketch artist is here." He announced, undisturbed. I muttered a string of curses under my breath as I dragged myself out of bed. "Give me five minutes," I called back, stumbling towards the bathroom. As I splashed cold water on my face, the events of yesterday came rushing back. The interrogations leading to my suspicion of Scarlet and the growing dread in the pit of my stomach. And now, we were about to potentially confirm my worst fears. I quickly threw on some clothes and made my way to the room we'd set up for the sketch artist. Caspian was already there, talking quietly with a petite woman who I assumed w
Family FracturesHayley's POVI woke up with a heavy heart, as the remembrance of yesterday's conversation with Roman made my chest heavy with worry. "There's something bigger about Scarlett, Rose. Something I'm afraid to even consider." I'd tossed and turned all night, prayers tumbling from my lips in a desperate whisper. Please, let Scarlett be innocent. Let this all be a misunderstanding.The morning sunlight shone through the curtains and lightened the dim room and the twins' cribs. I padded over to them quietly, watching their peaceful faces as they slept. How I wished I could protect them from all the chaos swirling around us.After reluctantly leaving them and freshening up for the day, I made my way downstairs for breakfast, the aroma of fresh coffee hit me. My mom from San Francisco was already bustling around the kitchen. She looked up as I entered, a warm smile spreading across her face."Morning, sweetheart," Mom said, her smile warm but tinged with concern. "You look
Unrepentant PrisonersRoman's POVThe house was already light when I woke up. Sun rays filtered through the curtains, and illuminated the empty hallways of the house as I walked. The captives were gone and the silence was almost eerie after days of constant activity and tension. I found myself missing the chaos, if only because it gave me something to focus on other than the gnawing worry in my gut.I made my way to Caspian's room, my footsteps echoing in the quiet. As I approached, I could hear his muffled voice through the door. He was on a call. I leaned against the wall, waiting patiently for him to finish.A few minutes later, the door opened, and Caspian emerged, looking slightly disheveled but alert. "Morning, Ro," he said, stifling a yawn. "What's the plan for today?" He asked me.I straightened up, feeling the weight of responsibility settling on my shoulders once again. "I think it's time we paid another visit to our guests in the dungeon... the Lunas. See if they're feeli
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