EVA’S POVSomething flickered across his face—satisfaction, maybe. Victory. Whatever it was, it sent a cold shiver down my spine.His smirk widened as he stepped aside. “Smart girl.”I stepped past him, my pulse hammering. The door clicked shut behind me, sealing me inside. A weight settled over me like a second skin. Had I just made a deal with the devil?The air inside was thick—warm, slightly humid, carrying the scent of cologne, whiskey, and something else. Something dangerous. Coby took a slow step toward me, his gaze never leaving my face.“You made the right choice, Eva.” His voice had softened, smooth now, coaxing.I forced a small, tight smile. “I figured.”He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as if he were peeling back my layers, searching for hesitation. I didn’t give him any.Then, abruptly, he clapped his hands together, the sound sharp in the quiet room.“Well, that calls for a celebration, doesn’t it?”I blinked. “A celebration?”A low chuckle rumbled from his throat. “Of
Eva's POVThe gown tore apart in his hands, the delicate silk splitting with a sound that was both sharp and soft—like a secret being revealed. It fell to the floor, pooling around my feet, leaving me bare under his hungry gaze. His eyes burned as they traveled over my body, lingering on my breasts, which rose and fell with each shaky breath I took.My nipples hardened under his stare, aching for his touch, and a shiver of vulnerability ran through me. But then his hands were on me, rough and demanding, and that vulnerability turned into something hotter—something desperate.His fingers dug into my breasts, squeezing hard enough to make me gasp. He rolled my nipples between his fingers, twisting them just enough to send sharp, delicious waves of pleasure through me.I moaned, my head falling back, my body arching into his touch. "Fuck, yes," I whispered, my voice trembling. The ache between my legs grew unbearable; my clit throbbed with every tug of his fingers.I reached for his shir
Xavier's POVThe moment I stepped through the door, exhaustion didn’t just hit me—it crashed into me like a wrecking ball, rattling every bone, dragging at every muscle. The weight of the day had settled deep, turning my limbs sluggish, my thoughts heavier than stone. But then I saw her.Hannah.She stood in the living room, her arms loosely crossed, her fingers tracing absent patterns along her sleeve. The second her eyes met mine, something in them shifted—worry, relief, love—all colliding in that single, unguarded moment. And just like that, the crushing weight on my chest lightened. Not gone. But lighter.Her arms tightened around me, like she was holding me together. “You’re late,” she murmured against my shoulder, her voice laced with concern.“I know.” My voice was rough, barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry.”She pulled back just enough to look at me, her hands resting lightly on my chest. Her touch was warm, grounding. “You look like hell.”I let out a breathless chuckle, but i
XAVIER'S POVEventually, I forced myself to shut off the water. Drying off quickly, I pulled on a pair of pajama pants, the fabric cool against my damp skin.When I stepped into the bedroom, Hannah was already curled up on the bed, her soft breathing the only sound in the quiet room. She looked up, sleep heavy in her gaze, and offered a tired smile.I climbed in beside her without hesitation, wrapping her in my arms. She nestled against me with a sigh, her warmth seeping into me, grounding me. Her scent—wildflowers and something unmistakably her—wrapped around me like a lullaby. My wolf rumbled in satisfaction, his restless energy finally easing.She pressed a lazy kiss to my chest. “You okay now?”I tightened my hold, burying my face in her hair. “I am now.”Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin—a silent comfort, a silent promise.“Then sleep,” she whispered.For the first time in hours, maybe even days, I let my eyes close. The world outside was still spinning, still filled wi
HANNAH’S POVThe first thing I noticed when I stirred awake was the absence of warmth beside me. My fingers reached out instinctively, brushing over cool, empty sheets where Xavier should have been. My brows pulled together as I blinked against the lingering haze of sleep.He was always the last to leave our bed, keeping me tucked against him until I was fully awake—like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting me go too soon. But lately, he barely slept in.I parted my lips, about to call for him, when a deep, rumbling laugh echoed through the house. It wasn’t just a sound; it was a presence—rich and full—vibrating through the walls and settling in my chest like a heartbeat I had come to rely on.Then came a burst of high-pitched giggles—wild, unrestrained, and utterly contagious.Jackson.A slow warmth unfurled inside me, wrapping around my ribs like a gentle embrace. Shaking off the remnants of sleep, I pushed back the covers and stepped onto the cool wooden floor, drawn to the sou
HANNAH’S POVWith a quiet hum, I stepped into our bedroom, feeling something I hadn’t in days—lightness. It was fragile, tentative, like the first glimpse of sunlight after a storm, but it was there. A welcome change from the heaviness that had settled in my chest for too long.Laughter floated up from downstairs—Jackson’s high-pitched giggles mixing with Xavier’s deep, teasing voice. I could picture them perfectly: Jackson, all wide eyes and determination, his little legs pumping as he ran, Xavier deliberately holding back just enough to let our son think he was winning.A soft smile pulled at my lips. These moments—these stolen, ordinary joys—were the ones that mattered. They were the anchor when everything else threatened to drift too far.Sighing, I raked my fingers through my hair and decided I had time for a quick shower before joining them. My body ached for the warmth, the release. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the dresser and made my way to the bathroom, nudging the d
HANNAH’S POVThe steam from the shower still clung to my skin as Alex wrapped a towel around me, his hands moving with a tenderness that made my chest ache. His fingers lingered, brushing against my collarbone as he tucked the edges of the towel, his touch sending a shiver down my spine.The air between us was heavy, charged with something unspoken—something that didn’t need words because it lived in the way his eyes held mine, in the way his breath hitched when I leaned into him.For a moment, we just stood there, the silence wrapping around us like a blanket. Then it hit me—sharp and sudden, like a slap.“Oh my God, Xavier,” I gasped, my voice cracking as panic clawed its way up my throat. “Where’s Jack?” I jerked away, my heart hammering, but his hand caught my wrist, firm yet gentle.“Hannah, wait,” he said, his voice steady but edged with something soft, almost apologetic. His eyes searched mine, a flicker of guilt—or was it relief?—crossing his face. “He’s with Helen. I didn’t l
COBY’S POVI woke up to the faint glow of sunlight streaming through the curtains, my body heavy and my mind a mess. The sheets still smelled like her—Eva. Her perfume lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of what had happened between us last night, of what I’d done.I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair, and stared at the empty space beside me. She was gone, just as I’d planned. But instead of feeling relieved, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut.“What the hell am I doing?” I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible. I clenched my fists, the weight of my actions pressing down on me like a ton of bricks. I didn’t even recognize myself anymore. Seducing Eva, using her like that—it was a new low, even for me. I’d always told myself I had lines I wouldn’t cross, but after Vivian’s death, I’d leaped over every single one of them.I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat there for a moment, my head in my hands. Memories of the night flashed through my mind—h
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XAVIER’S POVThe pack house buzzed with restless energy. Everywhere I turned, someone was hovering—bringing me water, adjusting the blankets around me, their eyes flickering with unspoken fear.I forced a smile, waving them off. "Come on, kids. It’s nothing serious," I insisted, my voice rougher than I intended. "I just need rest."But Hannah—Gods, Hannah—she saw right through me.Her fingers trembled as she brushed a strand of hair from my forehead, her deep blue eyes searching mine like she could pry the truth straight from my soul. "Xavier," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Please."I swallowed hard, my throat dry. "I’m fine, love." The lie tasted bitter in my mouth.She didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. Within minutes, the pack doctor was summoned, his weathered hands pressing, prodding, listening. But when he stepped back, his frown only deepened. "Nothing’s physically wrong with the Alpha," he admitted, confusion lacing his words.The moment the door clicked shut
XAVIER’S POVThree more years.Had it really been three more years since that day? Time slipped through my fingers like grains of sand, each moment fleeting, each memory a fragile thing. The morning air was crisp as I stretched, feeling the tension in my muscles ease.Today was a special day—one of those rare moments I got to spend alone with my little girl. While Jackson and Liam trained with the warriors, I had promised Laila a run through the woods.The shift came like a second breath—bones cracking, muscles reshaping, fur erupting across my skin. My Lycan form towered over her, massive and powerful, but to Laila? I was just her ride. Though she was already twelve years old, she was still my little girl as her small hands gripped my fur.“Ready, Daddy?” she chirped, fingers twitching at her sides like she could barely contain herself.I smirked, rolling my shoulders. “Hold on tight.” As soon as I felt she was secure, I took off, sprinting through the dense forest. Her laughter rang
Hannah’s POVSix Years LaterTime had woven its quiet magic around us, stitching the years together with laughter, love, and the steady rhythm of our growing family. Jackson, now twelve, carried himself with the quiet confidence of a young Alpha in training—taking after Xavier.Liam, at six, was quieter, thoughtful, and always observing, but he had the strength and resolve of his father too. He took everything seriously, from his training to his studies. Laila, on the other hand, was full of boundless energy.She was fierce, confident, and determined, much like Xavier and Jackson. Despite my gentle protests that training was for boys, she never listened."Mom, I can do anything Jackson and Liam can do!" she would say, hands on her hips, her bright eyes glowing with determination.I sighed, trying once more to reason with her. "Sweetheart, training is tough. It's dangerous and—""I don't care!" she interrupted, shaking her head. "I want to be strong like Daddy and my brothers. Just watc
HANNAH’S POVOne Year LaterThe twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.The house was alive with celebration today, every corner bursting with color. Balloons bobbed against the ceiling, streamers fluttered in the breeze from the open windows, and the scent of vanilla frosting from the cake mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of pack members gathered close. Their voices blended into a comforting hum, a chorus of love that wrapped around me like a second skin.Laila was in her element—unstoppable, radiant. Her tiny feet pounded against the wooden floor as she darted between guests, her dark curls bouncing with every step. She squealed as Jackson, ever the doting big brother, chased her in circ
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HANNAH’S POVAs usual, pack members and friends came in their numbers to welcome our bundle of joy. The twins were three weeks old when the first real storm hit.Not the kind with thunder and lightning—though the sky outside the packhouse had been a brooding gray all day—but the kind that brewed in the quiet spaces between exhaustion and overwhelming love.Laila had been fussing for hours, her tiny face scrunched in displeasure, her cries sharp enough to make my bones ache. Liam, usually the calmer of the two, had picked up on her distress, his whimpers joining hers in a relentless chorus.I swayed gently in the rocking chair, Laila pressed against my chest, her tiny fingers tangled in the fabric of my shirt. My eyelids felt like lead, my body still healing—still sore in ways I hadn’t expected.“Shhh, sweet girl,” I murmured, running a hand over her downy hair. “Mama’s here.”But she only cried harder, her little body trembling.Across the room, Xavier paced with Liam in his arms, his
HANNAH’S POVThe days after Laila and Liam’s birth melted into a fog of exhaustion, wonder, and a love so fierce it hurt. Our home, once a steady hum of three, now thrummed with the wild, beautiful chaos of five—tiny hiccupping cries, Jackson’s excited footsteps pounding down the hall, Xavier’s deep, soothing voice murmuring promises as he moved through the house, always there, always knowing what we needed before we did.The morning after we were discharged from the hospital, I woke to the soft, uneven whimpers of the twins. My body ached, muscles still trembling from the ordeal, my mind heavy with a tiredness that seeped into my bones. But when I turned my head, Xavier was already there—his broad arms lifting them from their crib as gently as if they were made of glass."Shhh, my loves," he whispered, his voice thick with sleep but impossibly gentle. He cradled them against his chest, one in each arm, his thumbs brushing their flushed cheeks. "Let your mama rest a little longer, yea
HANNAH’S POVThe soft morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the nursery, casting a gentle glow over the tiny cribs, the plush stuffed animals, and the freshly painted walls.I ran my fingers along the edge of the changing table, adjusting the neatly folded blankets again—though they were already perfect. My heart fluttered at the thought of the twins finally coming home. Our home.“Just a little longer now,” I whispered, a smile tugging at the corner of my lips.I picked up a small stuffed wolf, turning it over in my hands before placing it carefully beside its twin—when suddenly, warmth rushed down my legs, soaking through my dress.My breath hitched. “Oh.”A sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, stealing the air from my lungs. My fingers dug into the edge of the crib as another wave of pressure rolled through me. “It’s happening.”“Jackson!” I called, forcing my voice to stay steady even as my pulse roared in my ears.The door burst open seconds later, my son’s wide, wo