Mia Miller
I step off the bus with the small suitcase in my hands. I didn't tell anyone I was coming because I wanted to surprise my fiancé.It's been two months since I've seen the sky of this city. I missed the fresh air of Colorado so much.
I clutch Collin's apartment keys and smile. He didn't know I was coming, and he was at work at this hour. I decided to wait for him here. I spent two weeks away, trying to find a job in the city. I had some interviews there, but I wasn't hired.
I was turned down last time because I didn't have experience in the Italian language, and the job required it. Which made no sense to me.
At the peak of my twenty-two years, I felt like a loser.
I turn the key in the lock and open the door. Stepping into the living room, I find everything messy, typical of him.
For the past nine months, we've been preparing for our wedding.
0, Even though I'm still unemployed, my almost-husband said it wasn't a problem for him.I loved him.
I had studied business administration, but I never imagined that after graduating from the college my father worked so hard to pay for, I couldn't find any jobs.
I throw the suitcase on the couch and head to the fridge to get some water. I'm exhausted, but today I want to do something special; we haven't slept together yet. Never.
We never got past making out. I didn't feel ready, and Collin respected that, even found it nice that I wanted to get married as a virgin. But lately, I felt him so distant that I decided I was willing to do whatever it took.
As I walk towards the kitchen, I stub my pinky toe on the couch, causing unbearable pain.
"Owe," I shout, hopping around trying not to scream.
Damn it.
As I bend down to check if I hurt myself, I notice something strange: under the chair, a woman's purse. It's not mine, but it's strangely familiar.
I pick it up to look, and a car keychain falls out of the bag, wait…
"I know this damn keychain," I sigh, staring at the keychain with the letter "F" in my hands.
My heart starts racing, my hands tremble as I put the glass of water on the counter.
A knot grows in my stomach, suffocating my mind, and several horrible thoughts hang over me. I already knew what would probably happen here, but still, I tried to find solutions or answers.
I walk slowly towards the bedroom, swallowing hard and holding back tears.
My hands touch the damn doorknob; I can't even open them because they're shaking so much.
I finally gather the courage, and the door opens.
And there they are… him and her.
My world collapses in a second. It's as if the ground disappears from under my feet.
He, the fiancé I trusted and shared the last two years of my life with, with Fallon, my best friend, and the person I thought was my soulmate, who happened to be also organizing the damn wedding.
Everything seemed to slow down at that moment, and I ran out without looking back.
I felt his hands touching my arm and quickly pulled away.
"Mia, I can explain," he said, failing miserably."
"Never touch me again! I want you both to die!"I shout with all the hatred in my heart and take a deep breath."
"Mia, it's not what you think, I can… you weren't supposed to be here, I."
"Ah," I put my hands to my face, letting out an incredulous laugh, "I wasn't supposed to be here? Is it my fault for coming early? I'm sorry."
"No, she means nothing to me, it was just once. I was needy, you weren't coming back, and also, you never wanted to be with me, always avoiding it. You know I couldn't go on like this for much longer."
I look at him and shake my head in disbelief.
"You're a piece of shit," I hurled the glass jar I got water in at him.
The jar hits the wall, leaving me angrier and more frustrated.
"Love. Believe me, if you…" he stutters, "If you were here, I would never have been with her. I love you, Mia, it's just that she offered herself, and I'm a man, we can put this behind us, and we'll get married and have our special night, as we planned."
My pulse races. I continue to watch him, trying to find a single reason to love that man.
"If I could, I'd bury you," I spat the words.
I hear footsteps and see Fallon coming out of the room, covered in one of his shirts. Pathetic!
I feel like trash. But I was sure they were worse.
"I…" Fallon whispers, "Mia, I don't know what to say."
When I saw her, I lunged at her on impulse, immediately grabbing her hair. It was the only possible reaction. I wanted to end her.
Collin holds me back."So that's why you gave me so much advice saying that this useless one wasn't good for me? Because he was good for you. You deserve each other!"
I grab my suitcase and head towards the door, my face burning so red, and tears streaming uncontrollably. I couldn't believe he would do this to me.
They.
I leave the building with a heavy heart and tears flowing uncontrollably. It feels like everything hurts in my body, a physical pain.
The betrayal hurts, but trusting him and being let down hurts even more.
My mind tries to blame me.
If I had given him what he needed before…
No, no, Mia… it's not my fault! It was never my fault. I did everything for him.
I take an Uber and allow the tears to fall throughout the entire journey. With each passing moment, I imagine how I would uninvite people, saying, "Look, there won't be a wedding anymore, I was betrayed."
I remember how I imagined, how I dreamed of this wedding moment… He was my first boyfriend. And Fallon, pretending to be my friend all this time. The most painful thing was knowing it was her.
She was there for me when my mother died, through everything. I thought our friendship would last forever.
It was better to have a declared enemy than a friend.
"Dad?" I shout as I throw the suitcase on the couch.
Silence.
Great, he wasn't home. I could cry all I wanted.
I picked up the phone, which was in silent mode. Ten missed calls and twenty messages from Collin. Jerk. I ignore all his attempts to contact me, delete his number, and block him from my life.
As I sit in the chair, I spot a letter on the counter.
The word "mortgage" jumps out at me, and a frightened breath escapes me. A coldness runs down my spine, my heart skips a beat. The mere mention of that word brings a wave of immense worry. Holding that paper was like having an extra weight in my hands, a pressure in my chest. A mixture of fear and anxiety takes over me, my mind spinning with worrisome possibilities.
The letter detailed how my father had mortgaged our house and how we were on the verge of losing it. One hundred thousand dollars: the amount we owed to save our home. Why would he do that and not tell me?
A wave of desperation and helplessness washes over me. What to do? Where do I get that amount? And how? Questions swirl in my mind, but no answer seems clear.
I try to move, to react somehow, but it feels like I'm frozen. With the phone in my hands, I try to call my father to demand an explanation, but all I get is voicemail.
"Shit!" I exclaim.
Then I called my college friend Charlotte. I need to see her before I lose control. We weren't as close as I was with that bitch Fallon, but we always met casually, and she was a good friend.
"I need to see you," I say between sobs. "At that little bar, we used to go to after college."
I put on any dress and grab my bag after almost using up all the concealer trying to hide my tear-stained face.
I look again at the mortgage letter, trying to understand why my father would do this.
The house was all we had. After my mother died, we were lost. And my father drank every night.
Despite that, he was a good man and a good father. He didn't let me go without anything and covered everything I needed to become someone.
I return to the bad thoughts…
This shitty day couldn't get any worse. Betrayed by my boyfriend, I found out we're practically homeless. And worst of all: I have no idea how to fix it.
I just want to drown my sorrows in a glass of whiskey.
Nothing else matters now. The betrayal, the impending loss of the house… Nothing. I feel adrift, disconnected from everything except the pain that seems to consume my whole being.
There, no one would care about my sad story, and I would just be another girl at the bar.
And maybe that's what I need, a moment where nothing would matter.
Mia MillerI stepped through the bar door, my eyes frantically searching for Charlotte amidst the crowd. My hands trembled, and my heart pounded in my chest.There aren't enough words in the dictionary to describe everything I'm going through.I scanned with my eyes and finally spotted Charlotte in a corner of the bar.I fought against the tightness in my chest as I made my way through the bar's corridor, trying to focus on the flashing lights, which seemed to try to calm all the pain within me."Mia, are you okay?" She approached and hugged me."Charlotte…" My voice could barely sustain the pain engulfing me. "He… He was with her."I hadn't even sat down yet, and I began recounting every detail.My words escaped amidst sobs, anger and hurt overflowing with every syllable. Her embrace was a safe harbor at that moment. The weight of betrayal settled in my chest, turning each breath into an effort."Everything I believed to be solid has crumbled, Char. I trusted him so much…
two years later Mia Miller I opened the car window, feeling the cold wind tousling my messy hair.The cold weather always attracted me, but today it seemed to penetrate my skin, causing me shivers.I looked at Lorenzo, who was sleeping in the car seat, and I recalled that night. Two years had passed, and he was identical to the man with whom I lost my virginity in the parking lot of a bar.Discovering the pregnancy was a complete shock.That pregnancy test made me collapse on the floor like a child. I didn’t want this child. But the moment he was born,I saw his face. Collin's betrayal, and the desperation of not knowing how to manage, all disappeared.Only he mattered."Do you think this is going to work?" I asked, my voice trembling as I tried to keep my composure.You must be wondering how all this happened…And I even wonder for myself."The job there pays well," she replied, her determined look trying to convince me."What exactly do you do there?" I inquired,
Ethan Greenwood The smell of cigarette smoke mixes with the low-volume music.My eyes and ears examined the movement in the bar, capturing every detail. It was another acquisition.We hid a nightclub behind an innocent bar. It was one of our best strategies to keep our secret.I owned the biggest lumber company in Colorado. I was also expanding other businesses around here.I dominated my pack with an iron fist, and I never failed to make enemies wherever I went."You look cheerful today, my Alpha," my beta approached me, resting an arm on the counter as her gaze swept the room."New business is always exciting, Nick." I leaned on the counter, turning to face him, a subtle smile touching my lips as I watched the surrounding crowd. " But I hate these humans.""They smell terrible," Nick commented.Being an Alpha in a world of humans requires all of us to be very careful and discreet.We had a reserve here in Estes Park, where we could just be wolves.I drove to the
Mia Miller "Come with me," the man said, guiding me through the nightclub.The atmosphere had changed since that night. The decor of the club now exude sophistication.As he opened the door to that office, my heart raced, knowing I would face the father of my child.Upon entering, I found a harsh and cold version of him. Now his jaw was more defined, muscles evident under the blue shirt and hair a little longer. I looked at his face, realizing I didn’t even know the father of my son.I began to speak, my hands trembling with every word. "He is your son."He paused for a moment, stunned. His gaze was icy, seeming not to believe it."That pup is not mine," he stated without looking at me."Why would I lie? I went years without telling you and now you think I’m lying? And why are you referring to my son as if he were an animal?" "Do you think I'm going to believe this story? Is it money you want, human?""I don't even know your last name."
Mia MillerAmong all the possible situations, I never imagined seeing my father leave our home lifeless. My mind was a mess; while my son was kidnapped, I still had to deal with the grief of my father's death.I wondered, lying there staring at the ceiling, what I had done wrong to deserve so many terrible things?I truly didn’t know.I sat on the floor of the living room, my arms wrapped around my legs, while emptiness and pain consumed my chest. The house was silent and cold, reflecting the state of my heart. My father was gone, and my son, my little Lorenzo, was in the hands of someone I didn't even know. The weight of it all was unbearable, and I didn't know what to do anymore.I began to think about all the choices I had made up to this point, questioning each one. How did I get here? How did I allow my life to fall apart like this? If I had told Ethan about Lorenzo earlier... Maybe none of this would be happening. But I didn’t know who he was. I b
Mia MillerAs I sorted through my father's belongings, my thoughts drifted to my baby. Was he being fed? Was he crying because he missed me?My body was drained of energy; I couldn’t lift myself up.As promised, the funeral expenses were all covered by Ethan. At least my father would be buried with dignity.There were hardly any people here—just Charlotte and me. We didn’t have close family.“Mia, you need to eat,” she said, holding my hand.“I’m not hungry. I just want my son back.”“If you don’t eat, you won’t have the strength to get him back. Please…”She was right. And today, the damned driver would take me to God knows where. I wondered how I could have such a sweet, gentle son with such a horrible man. He was cold and calculated, and something about him sent chills down my spine.I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "I just hope this madness ends soon. I don’t know how much more I can take."Charlotte pulled me into a hug, and
Ethan GreenwoodI took a sip of my drink while staring intently at the photo of Mia Miller on my computer. It was a recent image, but it still captured her essence; that defiant look, mixed with a vulnerability that intrigued me. How could a mere human awaken something in me? Something I hadn’t felt in years?I wasn’t the type to get involved easily. If I did get involved with someone, it was usually with handpicked women, and always wolves.It was easier that way—no complications, no surprises. But Mia… Mia was different. From the moment I saw her, something changed. Her scent, that soft yet electrifying touch… it completely disarmed me.I knew I was crossing a dangerous line when I got involved with her. That night, I forgot everything and just let myself be carried away by desire. I believed it would be just a moment, a fleeting memory. But now, two years later, here I was, dealing with a surprise I never imagined. A child.Anger boiled in my chest. How dare she hide from me that I
Mia MillerI observe everything around me as I stand alone in that room. Some of the photos intrigue me; there were only a few, Ethan and an older woman, very beautiful, who looked a lot like him.I look closer and am shocked by the resemblance between him and Lorenzo, when suddenly I'm startled by a voice calling my name."Miss Miller," the woman in a black-and-white uniform calmly calls out my name."Hello," I say timidly."My name is Mariah, I work in Mr. Greenwood's household. He asked me to take you to your room.""My room?" I raise an eyebrow. "I'm not staying here. I was just waiting for him to come back so I could...""His orders," she cuts me off.He wasn’t kidding. When I agreed to that madman's rules, I thought I could at least go back home. I didn’t want to stay here. Not at all.I looked towards the exit of the mansion and noticed the two guards who looked like brutes. There was no way I could get out of here, and even if I could, it would be foolish to risk everything an
Mia MillerMy eyes are blindfolded. I can’t see anything, no trace of where I might be. I only know that I am in a moving car, and I want to get out of here. I try to scream, but I feel weak; he sprayed something inside the car as soon as I got in. I clasp my hands together and ask... if the Moon Goddess, who they always talk about in the pack, really exists, to save me from this and take me back to Lorenzo.The car stopped abruptly. I felt the weight of the silence around me, except for the sound of my rapid heartbeat. Still with my eyes covered, fear coursed through my veins like poison. The doors opened, and I immediately felt rough hands pulling me out, without any gentleness.“Let me go!” I tried to scream, but my voice came out weak. The substance he used in the car still made me dizzy, my body felt slow and heavy. I was dragged over what seemed to be dirt ground. I could hear the rustling of leaves beneath my feet, the wind shaking the trees. Was it a forest?The scent of wolve
Mia MillerThat kiss awakened feelings in me that I thought had died. I knew it was forbidden, I knew he wasn't right for me. That everything was a mistake. But they always told me that the forbidden was more enticing. And even though I knew the Alpha wasn't the person who would make me happy, I gave myself completely.His touches… his warm mouth on mine. Skin on skin. I didn’t know how to react to all of it. On that terrace, naked, looking at the moonlight, I couldn’t think of anything bad. Only the present moment.His fingers were sliding down my body, caressing my waist. I felt something different, like a primitive instinct I didn’t even know existed was taking over me. I was a wolf. And it was hard to accept that. I was in denial. But when I smelled his scent, I forgot everything.While we looked at the starry sky, I broke the silence.“What do you feel for me?” I let the question slip out.“What kind of question is that now?” He smiled faintly.“Just answer, Ethan.”He stood up,
Ethan Greenwood. I hated the feeling of being pressured. Alphas were made to give orders, command, and control their pack, not be pressured.I was in one of the offices inherited from my father. We were respected throughout the city because my father had many businesses here, and all the wolves, humans, whoever they were, respected the Greenwood name. This situation would never have happened with my father. The feared Alpha.For a long time, I thought I was like him. But if I had to choose between marrying a she-wolf I couldn’t stand and protecting my son, I would choose the latter."Alpha." Nick entered the office with the phone in hand."What is it?" I stared at him."The leader of the pack wants to talk to you, Ethan."Oh no... What does that son of a bitch want?I grabbed the phone from the beta’s hands quickly. I was ready to tell him a few choice words."What do you want?" I said through gritted teeth."Is that how you talk to old friends, Alpha Greenwood?""We’re not friends.
Mia Miller "So I have to know how to dodge several wolves in a possible attack?" I ask, leaning toward Ethan."If you want to stay alive, yes," he whispers.The training with Ethan continued. I had been trying to avoid him, but it was impossible. He was the father of my child, and we lived in the same environment. As much as I wanted to avoid him with all my heart, I couldn’t.We paused the training to catch our breath. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. His sweaty body revealed his perfectly toned abs, and his hair was almost wet with sweat. It was hard to look at Ethan Greenwood without wanting him."When can I go back to the city?" I asked, breaking the silence between us."As soon as it’s safe," he said in monosyllabic words."The people... Well, the wolves here don’t like me, Ethan. And they make that pretty clear. And then there’s Amber.""You care too much about others, Mia. What matters is that I’m the Alpha, and I’m in charge here. You’re the mother of my firstborn.
Mia MillerI think more painful than loving someone and having it go wrong is liking someone and knowing, deep down, that it will never work. This was the suffocating feeling that surrounded me every time I looked at Ethan. He was in all my thoughts, every second of my day. Ethan was the first thought when I woke up, and the last when my head touched the pillow at night. Even though everything in me screamed to stay away, to protect myself from a feeling with no future, I couldn’t. He was a jerk, selfish, and yet, irresistibly a part of me.How did I let this happen? At first, it was supposed to be just one night. A damn night. Nothing more. I went into his arms seeking comfort, trying to escape the pain caused by Collin’s betrayal. But somehow, everything turned into this—a tangle of complicated emotions, a confusion of desires and resentments. Now, I was trapped, connected to him in a way I could never undo.My gaze shifted to Lorenzo, playfully messing with his toys on the floor. T
Ethan GreenwoodThe sun was rising on the horizon, its soft rays filtering through the trees that surrounded our territory. The cold air brought a sense of calm, a peace I rarely felt lately. Mia and Lorenzo were safe here, but the tranquility felt more like an illusion, a prelude to something dark that was to come.The training with Mia went better than I expected. She was strong; we just needed to refine her skills. As I watched the pack training in the distance, I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my jacket. The number was from Nick, always pragmatic and direct. I answered on the second ring, already feeling the weight of concern."Alpha," his voice was graver than usual, "we need to talk. Now. I’ll come to you."An alert ran through my body. "What happened?" I asked, feeling the tension rise."Talk on the phone, Beta, I don't have time," Nick paused, which only heightened my anxiety."We received a message from the Blackthorn pack. They’re moving against us."My body immediat
Mia MillerMy body was completely tense. I had never practiced any kind of training; I considered myself weak. The clearing in front of us seemed serene, as if waiting for something to happen. I, however, was far from feeling calm. Ethan had spoken about "training" as if it were simple, but the truth was, I could hardly imagine taking the first step. What did he expect from me?"You'll have to be patient, Mia. The process of transformation doesn't happen overnight. It takes time for your body and mind to accept your nature," he said, as if he could read my thoughts.I crossed my arms, feeling the tension rise in my shoulders. "So, what exactly do you want me to do? Just... transform? Like it’s that easy?"Ethan looked at me seriously, his blue eyes sparkling. "No one said it would be easy. But the more you resist, the harder it will be. You need to start accepting who you really are, and that means awakening the wolf inside you."Those words echoed in my mind. Accept who I really am.
Mia MillerHave you ever felt out of place, as if everything you knew about yourself was a lie? That feeling of urgency in your chest, wanting to change everything happening around you, but you couldn’t, because it was real… That’s exactly how I felt. It’s strange how, in the blink of an eye, your life can go from normal to a whirlwind."Get up, Mia," I heard, as the light flooded my eyes. I looked to the side and saw Ethan’s figure. Great. I never had peace."What’s up?" I mumbled. "It must still be early." He had slept here, on the couch, of course, after our argument last night."I’m taking you to our training grounds.""Training?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do wolves train?""Obviously. We need to get stronger and improve our skills whenever we can."I looked around. Lorenzo was still asleep."Why did you wake me up?""I wanted to kiss you. Will you let me?" He said, making me widen my eyes.I almost fell over at the sound of his voice saying those words."Just kidding, human. Get read
EthanThe night was dark and cold, and the air carried a sense of urgency as I walked through the forest toward the village. Amber had planted a doubt in my mind, but now my priority was to find Mia. I knew she was involved in something much bigger, something she didn’t even understand yet, and that made her vulnerable.Each step I took felt heavier as my mind raced in multiple directions. What was Mia doing outside the safety of our territory? And why hadn’t she told me anything? I couldn’t deny that the thought of her being in danger only fueled my frustration. And, as always, my instinct was to act.I hated being disrespected.What Nick had told me earlier about the potion that Mia’s father kept, a dangerous curse disguised as a blessing. I knew that if those who were after her got what they wanted, it would mean chaos. She was the key to something much bigger, and maybe she didn’t even know that. Or maybe she knew more than she was letting on.I followed her trail through the fore