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HANNAH POVFor a second, she just stared at me, shock and fury in her eyes. Then she wiped the blood from her nose, smirking as if savoring the taste of it. “Betrayal hurts, doesn’t it?” she sneered, a twisted smile spreading over her face. “Coby would never betray me because he loves me. You’re nothing but a bitter memory to him.”The rage inside me burned hotter. I saw flashes of Coby’s face—his smile, his desperate promises, the hope I’d foolishly clung to. Was she right? Was everything he showed Xavier and me that day, when he came to see Jackson, a lie?I pushed the thought down, straightening my shoulders and forcing myself to breathe. “You’re wrong, Vivian,” I said coldly, my voice stronger than I felt. “Coby’s love for his son is stronger than any fantasy you cling to.”For a flicker of a moment, doubt shadowed her face, but she quickly covered it with a sneer. “We’ll see about that,” she whispered, retreating with a glint of dark satisfaction. I watched her go, willing my han
VIVIAN'S POVThe sun bore down on me, unforgiving, pressing heat into my skin as I pushed through the crowded street, clutching my nose. Blood trickled down my fingers, warm and sticky.Every throb echoed with her name—Hannah. Her face flashed in my mind, her smirk like a brand. I could still feel the sting of her slap on my cheek. She’d done this. Humiliated me. And she thought she could walk away? No. She was wrong.I pushed through the crowd harder, my grip on my nose tightening against the pain. I ignored the stares as people noticed the blood smeared on my hand. The thought of Hannah’s smug face twisted my lips into a cold, bitter smile.That bitch dared to do that—to me. Rage swelled, scorching away the sting. She’d pay, and she’d pay soon.Weaving through the bustling crowd, I couldn’t help but smirk. Hannah might think she had the upper hand, especially with Coby sticking close to her, but that confidence of hers was nothing more than a flimsy mask. She was about to learn how
VIVIAN’S POVAs the meeting wrapped up, I rose to leave, feeling Elder Elijah’s steady gaze on me. His eyes crinkled in a knowing smile. “Our alliance will be mutually beneficial, Vivian,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. Each word carried a weight that settled between us like an unspoken pact.I nodded, extending my hand. “I’m glad we agree on that,” I replied, keeping my voice steady as I looked him in the eye.He took my hand firmly, his grip warmer than I’d expected, lingering just a second too long. “Until next time, Vivian,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes remained locked on mine, intent and unreadable.I quickly broke away, heading out of his study before his gaze could uncover anything hidden.The crisp evening air hit me as I stepped outside, clearing the heavy remnants of the conversation. By the car, Eva leaned against the hood, watching me with a look that said she’d been reading the whole situation from afar.Sliding into the passenger seat,
COBY’S POVI knocked on the bathroom door, pressing my ear to the wood, waiting. Silence. My heart thumped heavily in the stillness, anxiety gnawing at me from the inside out."Vivian," I whispered, my voice soft but desperate, though I knew she couldn’t hear me over the running water. I let out a shaky breath, slid to the floor, and pulled out the note I’d scrawled earlier. "Vivian, we need to talk – Coby."I slipped the note under the door, hoping it might reach her in a way my words couldn’t. Hannah’s voice echoed in my head—her threats, her clipped tone, the icy edge in her eyes when she’d warned me. Vivian was dancing with danger, and I had to make her understand.If she kept this up, she'd face Hannah’s wrath, and I couldn’t bear to think about what that would mean. Vivian didn’t know the weight of the consequences, but I did. She had to stop. She had to.But even as I thought it, I could see that familiar defiance in her eyes, that spark of stubborn resolve. She was relentless.
COBY'S POVI pushed myself harder, the cold night air biting into my lungs—sharp and unforgiving. Each breath was a struggle, icy needles stabbing into my chest, but I pushed through, ignoring the burn, letting my wolf’s instincts take control.The thrill of the run was exhilarating, blurring the doubts that clawed at me with every pounding heartbeat. The woods were dense, shadowed—foreign. One wrong step could mean a run-in with the pack patrol, or worse... a rogue.I slowed down, letting my paws glide over the damp earth, savoring the rich scent of leaves and soil. For a brief moment, I felt like I belonged here—lost among the trees, just another shadow slipping through the night.The burdens of Hannah, of Vivian, of everything, faded, replaced by a raw, grounding quiet. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, letting the wildness seep into me.A faint murmur broke the silence, snapping me from my trance. My ears perked up, curiosity prickling as I padded forward cautiously. A chill c
XAVIER’S POVThe council members shuffled out, some casting sidelong glances, their faces unreadable masks. I held my expression steady, nodding at each one as they passed. “Thank you, gentlemen. Your input has been invaluable,” I said, keeping my voice steady but subtly dismissive.When the door clicked shut, I turned to the only one left. “Stay, Elijah. I need a word.” My tone was sharp, slicing through the quiet room.Elijah’s bushy eyebrows arched, and he sank back into the seat across from me, an amused smirk hinting at the corners of his mouth. “Well, this sounds serious, Alpha,” he said, his voice light with forced innocence, but there was a glint of something darker in his eyes.“It is,” I replied, my voice steady as I leaned back, steepling my fingers. “I’ve received some troubling reports about you and… Lily, Elijah.” I let the words settle heavily between us, measuring his reaction. “And when I say troubling, I mean accusations of a forced sexual relationship. Threats.”Eli
XAVIER’S POVAs I drove through the bustling streets, passing shops and restaurants filled with oblivious humans, I felt a mix of relief and unease. They went about their lives, unaware of the secrets and battles hiding in the shadows around them. Our kind were safer hidden, unbothered by their scrutiny.My thoughts drifted back to my mate again as I wondered what gift to get her this time. Jewelry? Flowers? Or maybe something more personal, something that captured the bond we shared.I sighed, feeling the wind in my face as I navigated the street corners. The weight of the world felt lighter with thoughts of her in it, and I intended to keep it that way.The hum of the city buzzed around me as I parked, sounds of laughter and hurried footsteps blending together like a living heartbeat of downtown. With each step along the sidewalk, I glanced at store windows, my gaze catching on a diamond necklace gleaming under the afternoon sunlight.It sparkled, reminding me of Hannah’s smile. My
HANNAH’S POVAs dinner ended, Xavier rose from his seat, extending a hand toward me. "Shall we, my love?" His deep, warm voice carried a quiet intensity, a subtle, familiar thrill that I could feel under my skin.I placed my hand in his, savoring the strength and warmth of his touch. "Lead the way, my king," I murmured, a playful smile lighting up my face. His gaze softened, and he gently stroked the back of my hand—a simple yet grounding gesture.We walked through the empty parking lot of the restaurant, hand in hand, wrapped in a shared silence. Overhead, stars shimmered against the dark velvet sky, and the air carried the faint perfume of flowers mingled with the low hum of distant city sounds.After a moment, he glanced down at me, a spark of humor lighting up his blue eyes. "Lost in thought, are we?" he teased. "Care to share?"I leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder. "Just thinking how nice this is—being here with you, without all the noise and demands of our pac
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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