XAVIER’S POVAs soon as the meeting wrapped up, I finally felt like I could breathe after holding it in for hours. The tension that had knotted my shoulders slowly eased, leaving behind a strange, weightless feeling. Freedom.No more sterile hotel rooms with their faint bleachy tang. No more forced smiles in stifling conference rooms. I was done. Done and heading back to where I belonged—to them. To Hannah and my mate, Jackson.Packing was mechanical, almost too easy. How much does a man really need when his heart is somewhere else? My clothes were just placeholders, things to keep me functioning while I was away.The thought of home filled me with restless energy. My flight wasn’t for hours, but I was already counting the minutes. Should I call Hannah? Tell her I’d be back early? My fingers hovered over the phone.No.I wanted the surprise. I wanted to see that look she gave me—the one that made every long day and every ache worth it. A text to Kas would do instead.“Pick me up from
XAVIER'S POVIn the center of all the joy—all the comfort I’d imagined in my head during those long days away—stood Coby. He was holding Jackson, my son.My heart skipped a beat as I watched them together. Coby had Jackson clutched to his chest, the little boy’s arms wrapped around him as he giggled, his face alight with happiness.I froze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat. My eyes locked onto the scene, unable to move, unable to process anything else. Jackson—my son—was laughing, clinging to Coby, the man who had torn everything away from Hannah.I had come home for this?The shock of the sight hit me like a physical blow. I wanted to rush forward, scoop Jackson into my arms, to feel him hold onto me the way he was holding onto Coby, but my feet wouldn’t move. The scene in front of me felt surreal, like a dream I hadn’t been prepared for.Coby was here. He wasn’t just here; he was in my home, standing in my place. He was the one making Jackson laugh, the one wrapped up
HANNAH’S POV“Coby.” I froze at the sound of the voice, the mug of coffee in my hand forgotten as I turned to see Xavier standing in the doorway like a storm that had just blown in.His frame seemed broader, his presence larger than life, but his face—oh, his face was what stopped me in my tracks. He looked tired—not just physically, but in a way that cut deep, as if he’d been carrying something heavy for far too long.For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. What was Xavier doing here? I had given up on him coming back anytime soon. I had imagined this moment a thousand times, but never like this. Never with him showing up unannounced on a random morning.“Xavier,” I managed to whisper.Before I could even gather my thoughts, my body moved on instinct, my feet pulling me toward him. But then I saw the look on his face, and it stopped me cold. His eyes weren’t on me—they were locked on the living room.I followed his gaze, and my heart sank. Coby was there, standing with Jacks
HANNAH’S POVI stepped back, taking his hand as he guided me to the couch. The living room felt quieter now—emptier without Jackson’s laughter or the uncomfortable presence of Coby.I sank into the cushions, my hands twisting together in my lap, while Xavier sat across from me. His posture was rigid, but his eyes were soft.“Talk to me,” he said. There wasn’t any anger in his voice, no accusation, but the weight of his words left no room for me to avoid the truth. “Help me understand what’s going on.”I took a shaky breath, trying to gather my thoughts. My heart felt like it was splintering into a thousand pieces.“Xavier, I… I didn’t know you’d be back today. You didn’t call, or—”“That’s not what I’m asking,” he interrupted gently. “I’m asking about Coby. Why was he here? Why was he playing with our son?”My chest tightened, and I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “It’s not what it looked like,” I said, my voice trembling.I took a deep breath, my hands twisting nervously in my
Hannah’s POVXavier carried me up the stairs and back to our room before lowering me onto the bed. He climbed onto the bed above me and looked down at me. Lust smoldered in his eyes. I lay beneath him, panting with desire.He reached for my shirt and paused midway, waiting for my permission. When I didn’t stop him, he proceeded to pull it apart, then lowered his mouth to my breast, taking my hard nipple between his lips, flicking at it with his hot tongue and sucking it gently.I arched my back and put one hand on the back of his head, pulling him against my sensitive, puckered flesh. My other hand stroked his hard chest and stomach until I found the shaft of his penis and fondled it lovingly.He let out a groan as I stroked his length, and he sucked my nipple with more force as his desire grew. This rough treatment of my sensitive nipples made me moan and wriggle beneath him.Xavier directed his kisses down over the swell of my soft belly to the juncture between my thighs. I panted
COBY’S POVI walked down the driveway as quickly as I could, my head down, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn’t dare look back at the house.What was the point? Xavier was home now, and I was nothing more than an unwelcome ghost lingering in his space. The cold air stung my face, but it couldn’t chase away the heat of embarrassment burning under my skin.When I reached my car, parked just outside the gate, I leaned against it, letting out a long, shaky breath. My hands fumbled for the keys in my pocket, trembling slightly.“What the hell were you thinking, Coby?” I muttered to myself, slamming the car door shut once I climbed inside.I gripped the steering wheel tightly, staring at the road ahead but not really seeing it. I wasn’t mad at Xavier. Or at Hannah. If anything, I was furious with myself.Showing up at their house was never supposed to go that far. Last night, when I parked outside their gate, I didn’t have a plan. I just needed to feel like I wasn’t completely alone.Han
COBY’S POV“No,” I said flatly, gripping the edge of the door. My fingers tightened instinctively, and I leaned into it, already planning to slam it shut in her face.Her smile faltered for a split second before she recovered. “Please, just listen—”“I don’t have time for your games, Eva,” I snapped, hissing the words through clenched teeth. “Go away.”I began to push the door closed, but she moved quickly, slipping her foot between the door and the frame. Her eyes locked onto mine—sharp and determined.“Wait,” she said, her voice firmer now. “You’ll want to hear what I have to say. It’s for your own good.”I hesitated, my stomach twisting at the thought of what she had come to say. The last thing I wanted was to deal with this right now, but she wasn’t backing down. Her expression was oddly serious, and despite everything, curiosity stirred in me.I exhaled sharply, stepping back just enough to let her in. “Two minutes,” I said coldly. “That’s all you get.”Eva slipped inside, her he
ANDREW’S POVThe day began with a weight on my chest that I couldn’t shake. I couldn’t stop thinking about Coby and Vivian. It wasn’t like them to go silent like this. I hadn’t heard a word from either of them, and the longer the silence stretched, the more my worry grew.I kept imagining the worst. What if Coby had done something reckless? He had a tendency to let his emotions get the better of him, especially when things got heated.I sighed and stared down at the coffee cup in my hand. It was empty, but I couldn’t even remember finishing it. “This can’t go on,” I muttered to myself.Shoving my chair back, I stood, grabbed my jacket, and headed for the door. I had already tried checking on him yesterday, but this time felt different.I needed answers, even if it meant knocking on his door until my knuckles bled.Just as I reached for the doorknob, the door swung open, and there he was.“Coby?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, surprise mixed with relief. But as I took a goo
Okay, hold that thought! I know what you’re thinking—"Who is Silas?" Don’t worry, all your questions will be answered soon.Before we dive in, I’m thrilled to announce that we’re starting a brand-new book centered on your favorite trio: Jackson, Liam, and Laila! Trust me, you do not want to miss this—we’ve got so much excitement, drama, and fun planned for you.And yes, Silas will play a major role in our beloved Alpha family’s lives. His story—along with many surprises—will unfold in the next book. Stay tuned!But first, I need to take a moment to say thank you to all my incredible readers. You’re the reason I do this, and I can’t express how much your support means to me.Quick favor: If you’ve enjoyed the story so far, please consider leaving a 5-star review! Here’s how:Click the three dots at the top of this chapter.Select the book title.Scroll down to reviews and add yours!Your reviews help more readers discover our book, and I’d be so grateful.Updates for the next book will
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
To Our Amazing Readers,We are so grateful you’ve stayed with us this far in the story! Your support, comments, and enthusiasm mean the world to us. If you’ve laughed, cried, or felt any emotion in particular while reading, then you already know how much heart we’ve poured into this journey—and we’d love to hear your thoughts!Since you’ve made it this far, you’ve got a front-row seat to everything that’s unfolded. Would you consider leaving a 5-star review? It helps more readers discover the story and lets us know what resonated with you.But wait—the adventure isn’t over yet! We still have a few more chapters to go before the grand finale, and trust us… you won’t want to miss what’s coming. The next updates arrive on April 1st, followed by a big announcement we can’t wait to share.Thank you for being part of this journey. Your support fuels every word we write.With love, FlyingDove🕊️
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