CADENI am a well sought after model in New York for fuck’s sake! Few minutes ago, I couldn’t help but feel ridiculous as I stood outside Ronan’s room, knocking like a fool. When Lady Rose appeared behind me, her eyes narrowed in curiosity, I quickly realized my mistake.“Mr. Caden, is everything alright?” she asked, her voice filled with the kind of concern only someone who’s been a matron for years could manage.I forced a smile, running a hand through my hair. “Yeah, everything’s fine. I just… I thought this was uhh… This was Miss Lila’s room.”Lady Rose arched an eyebrow, clearly amused by my confusion. “And what would you need with Miss Lila?” Her tone was playful, but there was an edge to it.I chuckled dryly, feeling like an idiot. “I just needed to relay some information to her. It’s not urgent.”She wasn’t buying it, though. Her eyes twinkled with that knowing look older women always seemed to have. “If it’s important, you could always tell me. I’ll make sure she gets the me
LILAThe moment I saw Caden standing at my door, I felt my heart leap into my throat and all I wanted to do then was jump into his arms and plant hot kisses over his face. I knew I wasn’t thinking straight, not with him so close, not with those piercing blue eyes staring at me like I was the only thing that mattered. But then again, I never could think straight when he was around.And now, here I was, my back pressed against the wall, his lips on mine, and all thoughts of reason, all the carefully constructed walls I’d built, crumbled beneath the weight of his kiss.I hadn’t expected the Joan story to work, honestly. It just popped into my head as a way to distract my brother. He was always so protective, hovering like a hawk over everything I did. Joan, though, she was the perfect bait. She knew how to keep Ronan busy with her witty comebacks and endless charm. But that was a thought for another time. Right now, Caden’s hands slid down to my waist, his fingers pressing into my skin
CadenI can’t believe I didn’t listen to my own mind. I should’ve turned around and walked out the door. Thankfully, I didn’t.The way she looked at me, the way her lips tasted—sweet, intoxicating—I couldn’t stop myself. I kissed her like I had no other choice. Like she was the only thing keeping me sane at this moment.Her lips parted beneath mine, and I groaned softly, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. My hands moved over her body, fingers trailing along the curve of her waist, down to her hips. She felt perfect in my arms, like she belonged there..I’d never been like this with any other woman. Not even close.Sure, I’d had flings. Quick, meaningless nights that ended with me feeling hollow the next morning. But Lila… Lila was different. The way my body reacted to hers, the fire that coursed through me every time we touched, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.Except once.Fiona.The thought of her hit me like a cold wave. I hadn’t thought abo
LilaLying there in Caden’s arms, his warmth enveloping me, I felt like the world outside didn’t exist. The way his fingers absentmindedly traced small patterns on my bare skin made me feel so alive, so connected to him in a way I hadn’t expected. I shifted slightly, pressing my cheek against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. We didn’t need to say anything; the silence between us was comfortable, peaceful even. Ringggg…. Not so peaceful after all. I rolled my eyes as Caden rolled out to pick his phone. I noticed his body tense up, and I felt him shift beneath me. I couldn’t help but watch his face, searching for some hint of what had changed in that moment. He let out a quiet sigh before dropping the phone back down. “I’ve got somewhere to be,” he murmured, his voice low and regretful.I frowned slightly, propping myself up on my elbow to look at him. “Where are you going?”He glanced at me but quickly looked away, a soft smile tugging at the corners of
LilaAs the waiter approached our table, carrying two steaming plates, I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my chest subside just a little. The aroma of fresh herbs, garlic, and butter wafted up, momentarily distracting me from my thoughts. He placed the plates in front of us with a practiced grace, offering a warm smile before retreating quietly.“Bon appetite” He smiled with his thick french accent betraying his nice english tie.We returned his smile as he walked away. The food was beautiful, almost too beautiful to eat. Emily’s dish, a delicate plate of ratatouille, shimmered under the soft light. Thin slices of zucchini, eggplant, and tomato were artfully arranged in a spiral, all resting in a pool of vibrant tomato sauce. My own plate held a simple but elegant coq au vin. The chicken was slow-cooked in a rich red wine sauce, the tender meat falling off the bone, served alongside buttery mashed potatoes and crisp green beans.Emily picked up her fork, her eyes lighting u
CadenAs I left the Frost mansion, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I already knew who it was. Peru.I answered the call, and his voice was formal and straightforward as usual. "Caden, the ladies you requested are ready. They’ve been selected carefully—none of them want marriage or commitment. Some are in it for the money, others for the thrill. Twelve, in total."I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Twelve women, all chosen for one purpose—bearing my child. None of them had any emotional ties, none of them wanted love. It was a plan I’d set in motion to avoid falling into the complications of relationships. The irony wasn’t lost on me, considering where I’d just come from."I’m on my way," I muttered, ending the call.As I drove towards the designated meeting place, my thoughts wandered back to Lila. The warmth of her body still lingered in my memory, the way she fit perfectly against me. It was reckless, what we were doing. But it was also the best thing I’d felt in a long tim
LilaEvening crept in soon and I realized I had to start heading home. The warm glow of the setting sun filtered through the windows of the orphanage, casting a soft golden hue on everything. I grabbed my bag and was about to say goodbye to the kids when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at the screen—Liam, my research partner from school.“Hey, Lila,” his voice came through the line, a little too excited for the end of the day. “You won’t believe what we found today. The latest data from our experiment on neural regeneration came in, and it's insane. The cells responded far better than we anticipated. I’m emailing you everything now. We need to analyze it by tomorrow.”Neural regeneration? That was the research project I’d been dedicating countless hours to—studying the brain's capacity to repair itself after trauma. If our recent findings were as promising as Liam made it sound, this could be groundbreaking.“I’ll check the email as soon as I can,” I said, trying to match his
CadenI returned to the Frost mansion just as the last rays of the sun were disappearing behind the treeline. The place was quiet, too quiet, but as I approached the front door, I could hear the faint sound of conversation inside. Pushing open the door, I stepped into the warm light of the entryway and was immediately greeted by Ronan, his voice booming across the room. He stood near the fireplace, talking to some guy I didn’t recognize. I narrowed my eyes at the stranger, instinctively assessing him. He was tall, well-dressed, but there was something about him that rubbed me the wrong way. I felt my wolf stir uneasily. He ordinarily was okay, I just did not feel okay with him.“Caden,” Ronan called out as I reached them. “Good timing. This is Ethan.”I gave a polite nod and shook the guy’s hand, feeling the tension between us immediately. My wolf growled low in the back of my mind, but I shoved the feeling down and focused on the exchange of pleasantries. Ethan’s handshake was firm
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,