Lila’s POVCaden looked up at me, his eyes dark and intense. "Ready?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire.I could only nod, my throat too tight to speak.He leaned forward, his eyes fixed on mine as he slowly slid onto me. The feeling sent an electric shock that jolted through my entire body. I gasped, arching my back against him.Caden moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips swaying against mine. Each thrust was a wave of pleasure, building and intensifying until I thought I might explode."Caden…" I moaned, my hands tightening on his back and nails sinking into his flesh. "Faster… please."He responded to my plea, his movements quickening, deepening. Everything seemed to narrow to the feeling of him against me.Then, it hit me. A wave of pure, unadulterated bliss washed over me, leaving me weak and trembling. I cried out, my voice hoarse, and clung to Caden, burying my face in his neck.He held me close, his arms wrapped tightly around me as we both caught our breath.
Caden’s POVWhat the hell did Peru send to Ronan? Ronan wasn't supposed to be back until much later. I gave Peru an instruction to report that I have been sneaky around Lila.He obviously may have gotten that already from Ethan, but I asked Peru to tell him to come to Lila's lab if he didn't believe it.I forgot who Ronan was. I guess he abandoned everything and came running.The sharp scent of blood filled the air as I staggered to my feet, clutching my ribs. My vision swam, but I forced myself to focus. Ronan was pacing like a caged beast, his chest heaving with fury. This wasn’t how I had planned it. Not even close.Ronan turned to me, his eyes blazing. “You lied to me, Caden.” His voice was low, dangerous, like the rumble before a storm. “I asked you as man to man, brother to brother—if there was anything going on with Lila, and you looked me in the eye and said no.”“I know,” I said, my voice rough. “I should have told you. I wanted to, but—”“But what?” he roared, cutting me
Caden’s POVThe carefully carved wood of the staff glowed faintly, an ominous aura clinging to it like a shroud. Its history was etched in tales of punishment and fear, and even the sight of it made my wolf recoil. My breath hitched in my throat; nothing good had ever come from that staff, a relic of a darker time.The booming resonance of Ronan’s voice echoed through the sterile, white hallways of the hospital. “Caden Walker,” he declared, each word heavy with finality, “You are hereby sentenced to imprisonment. You will await trial according to the laws of the Silver Moon Pack of Silver Lake. Guards, take him.”“No!” I shouted, the word torn from my throat, raw with desperation. “Please, Ronan. At least let me stay. I need to know how she is—how the baby is.” My voice cracked, the vulnerability of it making me cringe. I hated sounding so small, so helpless, but the fear for Lila and our child removed any concern for my own pride.Ronan’s expression, already dark and stormy, inten
Emily’s POVThe white walls of the hospital room glowed faintly under the soft lighting. On a good day, I would have taken out sometime to admire the white walls but at the moment, my heart went out to Lila.She lay back on the bed, her hands resting protectively over her belly. The faint beeping of machines marked the passage of time, but I could tell her thoughts were far from here. They were with Caden. I didn’t blame her—how could I? My heart ached for her, for the mess we were all suddenly tangled in.Joan was the first to speak, her voice cutting through the heavy silence that had settled over us. “Lila, why didn’t you tell me about you and Caden?” she demanded, her brows furrowed in a mix of concern and frustration.One of her hands was on Lila, while the other was on her protruding belly beneath the loose gown she was wearing. Real definition of beautifully pregnant. I watched as Lila shifted on the bed, her movements slow and deliberate. “Because, Joan,” she began, her voi
Emily's POVThe cold hospital corridor felt like it stretched on forever as I walked away to answer Reuben's call. His name flashing on my screen used to bring a smile to my face. But since I found out that he was sneaking on my friend with Ethan, I somehow began to agree with the Frost family that he was up to no good. Now, his call only made my stomach twist with unease. I pressed the phone to my ear, bracing myself.“Reuben,” I said softly. “What’s up?”His voice, casual and unconcerned, came through the line. “Hey, babe. So, uh, can you send me some money? I… kinda ran out.”For a moment, I was silent, the words sinking in. My chest tightened, not with surprise—I’d heard this request too many times before—but with a growing ache.“Money?” I repeated, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “Is that all I am to you, Reuben? A purse you can call whenever you need to refill?”“Come on, Emily,” he replied, a hint of irritation creeping into his tone. “Don’t say it like
Caden’s POVThe cool night air clung to my skin as I left the mansion behind, each step heavy with purpose. Emily had risked so much to free me. I sighed. There was no turning back now. My heart pounded with every mile that brought me closer to the hospital. I didn’t care about Ronan or the consequences. All that mattered was seeing Lila again—making sure she was safe.When I arrived at the ward, I paused outside her door, taking a steadying breath. The soft light from inside spilled into the hallway, and I could see her curled up on the hospital bed through the small window. She looked fragile, her usual fire dimmed by exhaustion and her auburn hair fell in loose waves over her face. My chest tightened at the sight, a surge of protectiveness and guilt coursing through me. This was my fault—all of it.I pushed the door open quietly, stepping inside. The room was still, save for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest. She was asleep, he
Caden’s POVThe room froze as Lila’s voice cut through the tension. Her tone was soft, yet it carried the weight of a command that made both Ronan and me pause mid-breath. I turned toward her, and Ronan did the same. It was almost comical, the way we both stopped as if she had snapped a leash around our necks.“Are you alright?” we asked in unison, our voices overlapping in a strange harmony of concern. The irony wasn’t lost on me—two men who were moments away from tearing each other apart, now united in worry for the same woman.She shook her head, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “How can I be alright? When the two men I love most are about to rip each other apart because of me?”The air thickened with her words. My chest tightened at her declaration, but it wasn’t the time to dwell on the warmth spreading through me at hearing her say she loved me. I glanced at Ronan, whose frown deepened, his jaw working as if to chew through the situation.“Lila…” I began, stepping closer,
Lila’s POV Ronan. I released myself from Caden’s embrace and was relieved to see the hard lines across his forehead reduce a little bit. I looked over his tall frame, hoping to catch a glimpse of Ronan’s stoic expression but he was not there. Where did he go?“He just stepped out.” He said, as though he could read my thoughts.“Ohh.” I replied, clearly lost for words. My eyes darted to and fro the door and the hospital garment of white I had on me. I could not wait to be put out of such things. "You have no idea how happy you’ve just made me," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll be the husband you deserve and the father our child needs. I swear it."“I know you will do just perfectly fine.” I replied wearing a cute smile."Lila," he began, his tone becoming a little bit more serious than it was at first. "Are you sure about this? This isn’t just about the babies, is it?""No," I replied firmly. "It’s not just about the babies. It’s about love, Caden. I love you. And I
Emily The moment Ethan and Caden stepped back into the room, I could feel the shift in the air. My heart stuttered for a second as I took in the sight of my husband, his expression softer but still lined with the weight of everything that had just happened. Caden, on the other hand, looked like a man who just put out a fire, calm and assured. He caught Lila’s eye and gave her a subtle nod, a silent message passing between them.Lila turned to me and smiled. “Emily, Caden and I need to grab some groceries. We’ll pick up the kids on our way back.”I knew exactly what she was doing. She was giving us privacy, a chance to talk. A warm appreciation swelled in my chest, and I nodded, smiling back at her. “Thank you.”She waved me off as she grabbed her purse, and with a final knowing glance, she and Caden stepped out of the house, leaving Ethan and me alone.The silence stretched between us, heavy and uncertain. Ethan shifted his weight, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. I stayed
EthanI slammed my fists into the steering wheel, the sharp sting running up my arms doing little to curb the frustration boiling inside me. I shouldn’t have let my temper get the best of me. I shouldn’t have snapped at Emily. But goddamn it, everything is falling apart, and I feel like I’m drowning with no way to get my head above water.I wasn’t supposed to make mistakes. I was supposed to take care of her, protect her, build a future where she’d never have to worry. Instead, I got swindled like a fool.Reuben. That bastard. He’d played me like a puppet, and I had danced to his tune, convinced that the deal would put us ahead. My financial advisor had warned me.“Ethan, this is too risky,” He said, but I had been arrogant, thinking I could handle it. Reuben must have been laughing behind my back, knowing full well what he was doing. And now? Now I was standing in the ruins of that stupidity, watching everything I worked for crumble.I rear back and punch the dashboard again.
Emily I knew something was wrong with Ethan before he even opened his mouth. The way his shoulders tensed when he thought no one was looking, the dark circles under his eyes from sleepless nights he never spoke about, the way he ran his hand through his hair when he thought too hard about something these were the little signs that only someone who truly knew him could catch.And I knew him. Knew him well enough to understand that he was keeping a secret. A big one.Lila and I stepped back into the living room, balancing the glasses of pineapple juice in our hands. I handed Ethan his glass, offering a soft smile. “Here you go, love.”He accepted it without looking at me. “Thanks.”Lila, ever the smooth one, slid onto the couch beside Caden and passed him his drink, shooting me a quick glance, almost as if to ask, Are you ready for this?I wasn’t. But I had no choice.I cleared my throat. “Ethan.”He sipped his juice. “Yeah?”I hesitated for a moment, gathering my thoughts, and then
LilaThe mood in the living room had shifted. The tension was palpable, as though the walls themselves were closing in on us. Ethan was unusually quiet, staring into his drink as if it held the answers to questions he wasn’t ready to ask, let alone answer. Caden and I exchanged looks, but neither of us dared to speak up. It had been a while since we’d all been together, and I could sense the heaviness that hung in the air, especially around Ethan.But it wasn’t until I caught Emily’s face, suddenly drained of color, that I felt a shiver of unease. She had been laughing just a minute ago, her usual lighthearted self, but now she sat there, a shadow of herself, her eyes flickering nervously. She was hiding something. I knew her too well.I didn’t want to push her in front of everyone, but I also couldn’t let it slide. I stood up, my feet carrying me toward her. "Emily," I called gently, "You good?"She froze for a moment, then forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Yeah,
EmilyTen years had passed and for two weeks now the rain had not let up. It was as if the clouds themselves were mourning, drenching everything in their sorrow. The funeral was anything but ordinary. Reuben had taken his own life, leaving behind a legacy as dark as the storm above. Pack traditions dictated that the body should be cremated, the ashes scattered to allow the soul to roam free. But for me, it wasn’t so simple. I’d known Reuben, and although his narcissistic and manipulative lifestyle had led to us going our separate ways and ultimately his sentence to the prison, I could not deny that I had once loved him and that he was also Ethan’s relative. “Ethan,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the howling winds, “Are you sure about this?”He didn’t answer immediately, his eyes fixed on the freshly dug grave. His jaw clenched, his brow furrowed. I could tell he was fighting with himself—struggling with a decision that felt so wrong but so necessary. Finally, he turne
Emily's POV Two years had passed since that life-changing day when everything seemed to fall into place. I stood at the kitchen counter, gazing out the window at the garden beyond. The sun was shining, a golden light spilling across the earth, painting everything in soft hues of warmth. The twins were playing outside, laughing as they chased each other around, their tiny feet kicking up little clouds of dust. Joan's son, almost two years old, was toddling along beside them, his innocent grin lighting up his entire face as he followed the twins’ every move. Lila’s baby, just a year old, was content in her arms, the tiny bundle snuggled against her chest, peacefully asleep.And then there was mine. My son. Our son. He had just turned one, and his bright eyes followed the others, his small hands reaching out to touch the world around him. I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him, my heart swelling with a love that felt boundless. He was the perfect combination of Ethan and me, with
Emily’s POVThe morning was crisp, the air just chilly enough to make me wish I had a scarf but not so cold that it drove me inside. I had grabbed my camera before heading out, planning on capturing the beauty of the city and the world around me for my blog. It wasn’t the most glamorous job, but I loved it—those quiet moments, the things most people overlooked, caught forever through the lens of my camera. I had started blogging as a way to reclaim some of my life after everything that had happened with Reuben, and over the past two months, it had been an escape. But now, it felt like something more—a way to share what I had found in the quiet spaces between moments, my own healing journey.I’d never been much of a morning person, but I had to admit, there was something beautiful about the way the world woke up. The soft golden hue of the rising sun filtering through the trees, the chirping of the birds, and the occasional rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze blew through the streets.
Ethan’s POVThe tension in the air was thick with the weight of what had just transpired. My wolf, still surging with adrenaline, felt like it was still in the thick of the fight, the echo of my claws scraping against Reuben’s skin. But the battle was over. Reuben had been captured, and now all that remained was to ensure that the twins were safe and that justice was done.I couldn’t help but glance over at the twins as I carried them, still unconscious but alive—thank the gods. The small bodies of the children felt impossibly light in my arms, but the fear gnawing at me wasn’t going away anytime soon. I could already imagine the damage done to them—mentally and physically. The kind of trauma they would have to overcome.As I moved through the woods, my thoughts kept drifting back to Emily. Her tear-streaked face haunted me. She’d been through too much—more than anyone should have to endure. I hated that Reuben had forced her to go through all this, but at least, for now, we had saved
Ethan’s POVThe forest was eerily quiet, the air thick with tension. My pulse pounded in my ears as I led the way through the thick trees. Every step felt heavier than the last, each footfall a reminder of what we were about to face. The twins were close. Too close. I could almost taste the fear in the air, the bitter tang of it sinking into my chest.The plan had been simple: get in, get them out, and deal with whatever came next. But there was no plan for what was about to happen. The forest was quiet now, too quiet, like the calm before a storm, and I could feel it deep in my bones.As we moved deeper, I could sense them—Reuben and his men—waiting. Their presence, looming in the shadows, thickened the air. The anger was palpable, like a storm cloud ready to burst. I didn’t know what to expect, but I knew one thing for sure: we were walking into a confrontation that could change everything.When we finally reached the clearing, there they were. Reuben stood at the edge of the trees,