IRIS
BACK IN TOWN “Damn you.” I tried my best not to curse out loud in front of my little cutie but that was the last straw. “Iris calm down.” My mother patted my back gently but I just pushed her hand off my shoulders. “Lyra is scared seeing you this way.” I looked down at Lyra who was staring at me with ber blue eyes filled with tears. I let out a breath before pulling her into a hug. “It's okay sweetheart. I'm just frustrated.” I patted her head gently. Those fools, they should have at least told me the plane won't be ready in time for my departure and now I have to go take the commercial plane. “Tell Helen to book a last minute flight back to Silver Moon.” I said to my secretary who nodded gently before walking away. “You should learn to control your anger in front of Lyra, Iris. Or she would be scared of you.” My mother said from where she sat. “I am her mother, mother. She loves me no matter what and you can tell yourself.” I said, pointing at the girl who was already wrapping herself around me despite being scared of my outburst few seconds ago. “You have this little girl wrapped around your fingers, Iris. Poor girl.” My mum said, trying to touch Lyra who was busy inhaling my scent and as she saw her hand heading towards her cheeks, she snapped it away. “And she's just as feisty as you are.” “Of course, she is. I'm her mother anyway.” I smiled, running my fingers through her dyed blonde hair. I don't know why she loves me so much, to the extent that she wanted to twin with me, throwing a tantrum for two weeks straight until I complied and dyed her hair blonde as she requested. “Ma'am.” My secretary called out as she walked back into the room with a slight nod. “The flight leaves in two hours.” “Prepare the car.” I ordered and she bowed before walking away. “Are you sure you want to attend this gala dear?” My mother asked as I stood up, lifting Lyra in my arms. “There's no chance you won't meet Gavin there. It's been five years and you suddenly disappeared.” “Oh don't worry about it mother.” I smiled gently, heading up the stairs. “Why would he bother since he doesn't eat the same food twice?” Those words still throws me in a state of rage anytime I remember that night I had willingly given myself to him. How could he even say that to his own mate? I understand it is one thing to act all emotionless, but it is another thing to be a jerk. I shook off his thoughts before preparing to leave the city. It has been five years and I've left his pack since then to come take over my father's company. Working in his company didn't mean I didn't have my own family. I had made sure no one knew about me being the Green family heiress back in his company and I took good measures so he won't know who I am here either. I wasn't ready to face his drama but there was something deep down that was pulling me to go to him. My son. I had left him back in the city for Gavin to take care of him just to feel the same pain I would be feeling by raising Lyra alone. Deep down, I wanted to see how big he had become with my own eyes because I have seen him multiple times on TV, making an appearance with his father briefly. I just hope he would forgive me for leaving him behind and choosing to take care of his sister instead of him. “Mommy.” Lyra tugged at my gown and I looked down at her with a raised brow. “You look worried.” “It's fine baby.” I lifted her in my arms, twirling, and this made her giggle slightly, hugging my neck tightly. “Mommy is just a bit stressed, okay? But I'll be fine.” “I know you will. You're the strongest mommy I know.” She squealed and a smile appeared on my lips as I patted her back gently before we headed out of the room to catch up to our flight. We bade my mother goodbye and my secretary, June, drove us to the airport. The plane won't be leaving till an hour time but I prefer being early since my time has been wasted already. I sat in one of the VIP waiting area with Lyra standing at the glass wall, looking outside at everyone passing by. I wasn't really paying much attention to her since she loved doing her own thing and it would just be me disturbing her. “Mommy.” She called out, making me look away from my iPad. “Please, can I get a daddy?” Her question threw me off guard and I just stared at her, not knowing what to say. All these years, I've tried to make sure she doesn't feel his absence and never really asked about him till now. “What makes you say that darling?” “I see a lot of little people like me with their daddy, but I don't have a daddy. You haven't told me about my daddy. Did I do something wrong?” She asked with a curious and innocent look in her expression that broke my heart into a million pieces. “Of course not, my love.” I pulled her into a hug. “You didn't do anything wrong my love. We just have some misunderstanding.” “When can I meet daddy?” She asked again and I just let out a sigh. I wasn't ready to meet Gavin at all and for her to ask about him, that meant she had really been keeping it in. “Soon, my love.” I assured and before she could ask another question, the attendant walked into our space with a soft smile. “The flight will be taking off soon, ma'am Green. It's time to board the plane.” The attendant announced and I nodded before taking Lyra along with me. Thankfully, Lyra didn't ask any questions during our flight and just kept quiet most of the time, looking out the window while I just focused on my work. I don't know how Gavin will react to my arrival there. Would he want to keep me there? Even after he told me himself he wanted me out of his life. Was he really worth it? I don't want to have anything to do with him but at the same time, I would do anything to make my daughter happy and it seemed like she was sad that all her mates sees their father while she hadn't seen hers and I haven't told her he was dead. Of course, I won't lie to her that he was dead especially in future if I want her to meet her twin brother, but it seems the future was nearer than I expected. “This is your captain speaking.” The voice from the announcer pulled me out of my long thoughts. “Please prepare for landing.” Was all I could grab from what he was saying and I just let out a sigh, looking at Lyra who had woken up from her nap. “Welcome to Silver Moon pack, Miss Green.” The attendants smiled as I stepped out of the plane with Lyra in my arms. “We hope you enjoy your stay here.” Yeah, I hope so too.*NO POV* HAPPY EVER AFTER The next morning dawned clear and bright, the warmth of sunlight filling the hospital room where Gavin’s mother, Mrs. Russell, lay resting. Gavin, Iris, and the kids entered, greeted by her gentle smile. Lyra and Logan rushed to their grandmother’s side, their laughter filling the room as they shared stories of their bravery, their voices animated and full of life. Mrs. Russell’s laughter was a soft sound, joyful and content as she listened to her grandchildren, her heart brimming with pride and relief. Iris watched the scene with a smile, holding Gavin’s hand as they stood by. It was a moment of family, of love, and of hope, one she’d longed for but hadn’t allowed herself to truly believe could happen. And now, it was here. The threat of Tyler was gone, and they could finally start to heal, to rebuild, and to look forward without the shadow of fear hanging over them. Just as they were leaving the hospital, Iris’s phone buzzed, and she saw her father’s
GAVIN'S POV BATTLE WON Night had come and the moon shone on the war ground. It was cool and dark, and the clearing was quiet before the storm. Iris and I alongside Iris's father, took our wolf forms, our muscles tense, eyes gleaming with fury and determination. Tyler’s rogue wolves surrounded us, an overwhelming number against only three, but that didn’t matter. We were here to end this, and they would do it together. Tyler, towering and ruthless, commanded his wolves forward, sneering with a dark pleasure as the ambush ensued. The fight was brutal, claws tearing into flesh, growls echoing through the trees, and the thick scent of blood filling the air. Each wolf knew their place in this battle, and none were willing to give an inch. Iris fought with the strength of every wrong she’d suffered, every harm Tyler had caused. She had only just discovered that this twisted man was her stepbrother, a revelation that was almost incomprehensible. But the bond of blood didn’t erase his
JERRY'S POV SAVED The dim corridors seemed endless, but Helen and I kept moving, pushing through each door, each obstacle, with only one thought in our minds—finding Lyra and Logan. The scent trail was faint but clear enough for us to follow, mixed with the reek of rogues we’d taken down along the way. My hands were still shaking from adrenaline as we moved swiftly through this maze, hearts pounding. Just then, we caught sight of a room ahead, voices muffled behind the thick door. I motioned for Helen to stay quiet as we moved closer, pressing my ear against the door. I heard a voice, shrill and taunting, and my blood ran cold as it registered. It couldn’t be… Ciara. She was supposed to be dead, lost in the flames at the station. Yet, there she was, alive, and from the sound of it, taking pleasure in tormenting Gavin’s kids. My jaw clenched, a mix of rage and shock roiling inside me. “Jerry… is that…?” Helen’s voice was barely a whisper, her expression as horrified as mine. “Y
GAVIN'S POV The walls of the cell pressed in on me, cold and unyielding, as Jerry and I worked tirelessly to remove the device clamped around our necks. Every time I twisted my fingers around its edges, a fresh surge of anger rushed through me, fueling me to keep trying even though the damn thing wouldn’t budge. I needed to get to Iris and the kids. I couldn’t stand the thought of them in danger, held somewhere in this hellish place by people who’d already done so much damage. Jerry, sweating and grimacing, glanced at me, and I could see the same desperation in his eyes. “We’ve got to get these off if we’re going to get anywhere.” “Tell me something I don’t know,” I muttered, forcing another yank at the device. My mind raced, trying to figure out how I’d get to Iris, how we’d find Logan and Lyra. The thought of Ciara, of her twisted satisfaction if she succeeded in hurting them, made my fists clench until my knuckles ached. Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down th
IRIS'S POV MY STEPBROTHER IS THE DEVIL The sharp sting of pain sliced through my head as I staggered forward, clutching the back of my skull where a rogue’s first had landed hard. My vision swam, but I forced myself to stay focused. I had to get to Logan and Lyra. I’d seen Ciara pulling them toward a waiting car, but this ambush by her pack of rogues was forcing me into a fight, wasting precious seconds. I planted my feet, fists raised, and fought back. With each punch, kick, and dodge, the fiery need to protect my children fueled my every move. One of the rogues lunged at me, but I ducked and drove my fist into his ribs, hearing him grunt in pain. But there were too many of them. I knew I couldn’t last long. Just as I managed to kick another rogue back, I heard someone calling my name. My blood ran cold as I glanced over my shoulder, spotting my father. He’d followed me, and now he was calling out, looking stunned to see me in this fight. For a heartbeat, I was caught off guard
IRIS'S POV CIARA'S NOT DEAD As I pulled away from the hospital, the fleeting moments of joy faded, replaced by a creeping sense of unease. Just as I rounded the corner toward the ice cream shop, a familiar car pulled into the hospital parking lot. My heart sank as I recognized my father’s imposing figure stepping out of the vehicle. He spotted me immediately, his face set in that stern expression I knew all too well. The last thing I wanted right now was to deal with him, not when I was finally trying to focus on my kids and my own peace of mind. I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm as he approached. “Iris!” he called, his voice cutting through the air like a knife. I hesitated, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. I knew it would only lead to discussions about the pack, expectations, and everything I was trying to escape. “Dad, I really don’t have time right now,” I replied, trying to keep my tone steady. “This is impor