ANDREW'S POVWhen I opened my eyes the next morning, I didn’t expect to see Lily slumped beside my bed, her head resting on the edge of the mattress, her body twisted awkwardly in the chair.Her dark hair, tangled and unkempt, spilled across her face, hiding her strained expression. The sight tugged at something inside me—a warmth, a kind of gratitude that she stayed.I reached out instinctively, my fingers hovering above her shoulder, about to wake her gently. But then, her lips parted, and a quiet, broken sound escaped.“No—no, please stop,” she whimpered, her voice laced with terror. Her face contorted, deep lines creasing her forehead as if she were fighting something in her sleep.My heart lurched. “Lily, hey,” I whispered softly, placing my hand on her arm and shaking her gently. “It’s just a dream. Wake up.”Her body tensed further, her hands clenching into fists, and my worry grew. I shook her again, more urgently this time. “Lily!”Suddenly, her eyes flew open, wide and unfoc
HANNAH'S POVI stood frozen, my breath caught in my throat as Andrew’s words tore through the air between us, each syllable like a punch to the chest."Alpha Coby knows about your son."The world seemed to tilt. I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears, the words repeating, taunting me. How could he know? Our secret—my secret—was supposed to be safe. My body felt cold as panic surged through my veins, making it impossible to think.“Who told him?” My voice came out a broken whisper, trembling with disbelief. I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. I searched Andrew’s face; his eyes were downcast, avoiding mine. Deep down, I already knew.His lips barely moved as he mumbled, "I’m sorry, Hannah."I blinked, trying to process it, my heart thrashing in my chest. "Sorry for what?"“I told him,” Andrew admitted, his voice heavy with guilt. He glanced up at me, a brief flash of shame crossing his face before he looked away again. "I had to... to save myself."For a split second, the world went
COBY’S POVI stormed out of the woods, leaving Andrew behind, each step heavy with anger. My hands were clenched so tightly my knuckles throbbed. His voice still echoed in my head, sharp as broken glass, cutting deeper with every passing second.“Hannah had a son... two years ago... and he’s yours too.”I stumbled as the words rang in my ears, my breath catching in my throat. A son. My son. Every fragment of the past—Hannah disappearing, the sleepless nights wondering what had happened to her—now snapped into a cruel, undeniable picture.She hadn’t just escaped. She had left with our child in her womb. And for two whole years, I had lived in ignorance.I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as disbelief fought with the fury bubbling beneath my skin. How could she? How could she keep something like this from me? And Andrew—he knew. He knew, and yet he said nothing.The thought turned my anger into a fire I could barely contain. I shoved my fists into my pockets, trying to steady m
COBY’S POVThe days had blurred together, each one a heavy fog of guilt and secrecy. My heart pounded under the weight of a truth I couldn’t reveal. Every glance from Vivian—sharp, questioning—was a needle pricking deeper into my conscience. She was no fool.Her suspicions were growing, a silent storm building between us. And every day, I felt the pull—our son, somewhere within the pack. The thought gnawed at me constantly, a relentless ache.I couldn’t take it anymore. It had to end. I had to know, to face it all. I needed to see Hannah. Confront her. Get the answers that had eluded me for too long.Before I knew it, my feet were moving, taking me out of our quarters and straight to Xavier’s mansion. The closer I got, the harder my heart pounded, each step fueled by a mix of anger, desperation, and a flicker of hope.The guard at the entrance stood tall, his face a mask of indifference, but his eyes betrayed suspicion. His hesitation only fanned the fire inside me.“I need to see Han
COBY/HANNAH’S POV*Coby’s POV*“What do you mean, Hannah? You think I would hurt my own son?”I barely recognized my own voice—it was sharp, defensive, almost aching. Her accusation cut deep, like a wound I didn’t know could exist between us. My eyes darted over her face, searching for a sign, any sign, that she didn’t truly believe it. But there was no comfort in her expression. Just fear. Fear of me.Hannah’s lips formed a thin line, her eyes hardening. “Not you, Coby,” she said quietly, “but Vivian would. And I can’t take that risk.”Vivian. That name—it twisted something inside me. My gut churned, though I tried to push the thought away. I couldn’t let myself believe it. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. But doubt crept in, slow and unwelcome, wrapping itself around my resolve. My fists clenched at my sides as I tried to shake it off. Vivian was capable of a whole lot of things, there was no denying that.“Vivian wouldn’t dare.” The words came out firm, though the certainty wasn’t there
VIVIAN’S POVI sat on the couch, book open, but the words blurred together, unread. My eyes followed Coby’s every movement as he grabbed his jacket and headed for the door. He paused for a second, glancing back at me. I quickly pretended to turn a page. My heart pounded, but I forced a casual smile. He wasn’t buying it. Neither was I.The door clicked softly behind him, and the silence that followed felt deafening. I tossed the book aside and stood, my chest tight with unease.Something was wrong. I could feel it in the pit of my stomach, that gnawing sense of dread I couldn't shake off. Coby had been distant since his meeting with Andrew that night, shutting me out with that maddening, dismissive line he always gave whenever I asked what was wrong: “It’s nothing, Vivian.”I clenched my jaw. It wasn’t nothing. His smile didn’t reach his eyes anymore, and when he laughed, it felt hollow, like he was forcing it for my sake. But worst of all, he wouldn’t meet my gaze. Every time I looked
VIVIAN’S POV"Trouble in paradise?" A voice cut through the tension behind me, thick with mockery. I froze, my pulse quickening. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.Eva.I whipped around anyway, my eyes narrowing as I met her gaze. She stood there, arms crossed, a smug grin plastered on her face—the kind of grin that made my skin crawl.Ever since our last encounter, I had done everything to avoid her. Coby’s warning about her not being trustworthy echoed in my mind. But now, here she was, baiting me."Trouble in paradise?" she repeated, savoring the words like some sort of victory. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and the sight of it made my stomach twist.I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms. The sharp sting helped anchor my rising anger. "I don’t have time for your games, Eva," I bit out, trying to keep my voice steady. The last thing I wanted was for her to see just how much she was getting to me.She tilted her head, her grin widening. "Oh, but I
ANDREW'S POV I walked away from Vivian, the cool evening air brushing against my skin, but it did nothing to calm the chaos inside me. Her words still clung to me, replaying in fragments, each one soaked with desperation and ignorance. Seeing how angry she was, It was obvious she had no clue about Coby’s secret—the child with Hannah. A slow, satisfied smile crept onto my lips. Finally, Coby was growing a fucking spine, keeping Vivian in the dark about something as important as this has to be the first. For once, he was making decisions without her claws digging into him. Maybe he was ready to stand up to her. Maybe not. But I couldn’t help wondering what his endgame really was. Was he truly hiding everything to protect the child from her evil schemes, or was he preparing for something bigger? The possibilities swirled around in my mind like smoke from a fire I couldn’t control. Maybe I should go see Hannah and talk to her but I doubt she would want to see me, not while she was tha
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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