Kylie’s Pov As I walk to Arnold's room, my mind drifts back to Ryan, and I can't help but wish that he were here with me, getting to know his father.I get changed into the nightie I see in Arnold's wardrobe. As I'm brushing my hair, Arnold enters the room. I look at him through the mirror, and he looks troubled. I sigh, wondering what his mother must've told him now. I'm exhausted from her trying to ruin our lives. He walks to me and wraps his arms around my waist, then covers my neck with little butterfly kisses.He turns me around and lightly captures my lips. My hands are in his hair, tugging at his semi-curly strands, and his left hand is gripping my waist.I make a bold move, being too eager for what is to come, and tug the hem of his shirt above his head. I stare at his bare torso and admire all of his beautiful scars. He smiles and kisses my forehead, and then drags the hem of the nightie up my stomach with one hand. He tosses the thin material to the floor and then stares at
Arnold’s Pov As I walk out of my mother's room, I can't help but feel all the doubts I had tried to lock away concerning Ryan being my son spring back up again as my mother's words play in my head: 'Don't tell me you really believe that he is your son when you can't even feel the werewolf father-son bond'.My mind races as those doubts begin pushing at the trust I have built for Kylie over the past few days since we reunited.When I couldn't get past the fact that I actually couldn't feel the bond, I was tormented day and night by the thought, but when I decided to let it go and just trust Kylie, I got so much peace.I made up my mind to do a DNA test, but I'll have to tell Kylie first. I know it'll hurt her, but I just need proof and clarity.I try to school my expression as I walk into my room so she won't notice that there's something on my mind, but I don't need to bother because when I walk into the room, Kylie is dressed in a very, very transparent nightie, and all thoughts abo
Kylie’s PovMy heart aches hearing Arnold's doubts about Ryan, and I can sense his struggle. Despite his mother's influence, Arnold's acceptance of Ryan as our son brought relief. However, dealing with his mother's interference feels like battling a persistent storm. It's infuriating how she repeatedly tries to create a rift between Arnold and me.Arnold's mention of a DNA test triggers frustration, and I can't shake the feeling that it's his mother's sinister suggestion, not his own. I can't help but wonder what cunning plan she's hatching to further strain our relationship. It's maddening to think about, and I find myself grappling with the anger stirred by her meddling. Communication is key in these moments, and I hope Arnold can see through the manipulations and trust in the bond we've built.My eyes welled up as I vividly recall the day Camilla, Arnold's mother, shattered the fragile peace between me and Arnold. Flashbacks flooded my mind, leading me to the time we were being tra
Arnold’s PovFeeling Kylie's anxiety as we discuss the impending DNA test is like a weight on my shoulders. Her eyes reflect a blend of love and worry, and I recognize the concern etched across her face. “Arnold, I want to believe this test will bring us clarity, but your mother… She's always tried to tear us apart. What if she does something to manipulate the results?” Kylie asked, her voice tinged with anxiety.Cupping Kylie's face gently, I attempt to offer reassurance. “Kylie, I won't let anyone come between us. We'll take precautions to ensure the test is fair and accurate,” I assure, hoping to alleviate her fears.Kylie's gaze meets mine, a flicker of hope evident in her eyes. “I just want our family to be happy, Arnold. I don't want any more doubts or interference,” she confesses, laying her vulnerability bare.I smile softly, my thumb stroking Kylie's cheek in a tender gesture. “I know, Kylie. We'll get through this, no matter what. Our love is stronger than any obstacle,” I d
Arnold’s PovAs I head to the woods beside the hospital, I think my beta Bob will come to the hospital and take Kylie home. While my beta heads to the hospital to assist Kylie, my wolf breaks free, sprinting through the woods in a frenzy. The need to clear both our minds propels us forward, the rhythmic pounding of paws against the earth echoing the tumult within me. It's not just the anger that fuels this mad run; it's the profound disappointment and the betrayal that gnaws at my core.Each step amplifies the realization that Kylie chose deception over honesty. The revelation that Ryan may not be my son is a bitter pill, but the lies cut deeper. The pain isn't just about the uncertainty of paternity; it's about the breach of trust and the fractures in the foundation of what we built together.It's infuriating to think that she believed weaving a narrative involving my mother would somehow justify her actions. Blaming my mother for a concocted story of infidelity and deceit is an auda
Kylie’s Pov The weight of those words, “Mr. Norway, Ryan is not your son,” crashed upon me, shattering the fragile hope I had held on to. My eyes met Arnold's, wide with disbelief, as I vehemently rejected the devastating result. “No, no, that is not possible. That result is not true,” I pleaded desperately.I turned to Arnold, grasping him as I tried to rise from the emotional wreckage. “Arnold, you have to believe me. Ryan is your son. I haven't been with anyone except you. Please, you have to believe me.” My words fell into an icy void as Arnold responded with a coldness I had never encountered before. “I should believe you over a test run by technology,” he said, his voice cutting through my pleas.His accusation that Camilla was behind this added fuel to the fire. “It has to be her. I told you she would do anything to separate us,” I insisted, clinging desperately to the belief that there had to be a nefarious force at play.Arnold's anger boiled over, and I found myself on the
Kylie’s Pov As the guards finish removing Arnold's belongings, the room transforms into a desolate space, devoid of the life and warmth Arnold's presence brought. The emptiness intensifies my grief, and tears flow uncontrollably. It feels as though the two pillars of my world, Ryan and Arnold, have been mercilessly torn away. The weight of their absence hangs heavily in the air, and I can't fathom why life seems determined to subject me to such suffering.Amidst my tears, a knock interrupts the silence, and I hastily try to compose myself. Opening the door reveals Frederick, whose eyes mirror a genuine understanding of my pain. His presence offers a sliver of solace. “I felt your pain; I'm sorry, I just had to come,” he says, his voice carrying a comforting tone. He continues with news that further shatters my already broken heart.Frederick shares, “I just heard from one of my guys on the team searching for Ryan. Arnold called them back. He told them the mission is no longer a prior
Kylie’s PovAs Sasha reveals the interference in our connection, Frederick clenches his fists, his frustration evident. “We need to find out who's behind this, Sasha. This can't go on. Arnold deserves to know the truth about Ryan,” he declares with determination.Sasha nods, her eyes flickering with a mix of concern and determination. “We need to be careful. Dark magic is a formidable foe, and exposing its wielder won't be easy. Kylie, Frederick, are you both willing to face whatever challenges lie ahead?”I glance at Frederick, our unspoken agreement echoing through our shared gaze. “We'll do whatever it takes to uncover the truth and bring Ryan back,” I affirm, my resolve unwavering.As Sasha unravels the complexities of the curse, we learn that its grip on Arnold and Ryan's connection can only be released through a confession from the one who cast it. The curse, intricately designed to sever the father-son bond, stands as a formidable obstacle that demands resolution.Sasha outline
Xander’s PovAs days turned into weeks, the rift that had once threatened to tear us apart seemed to heal, replaced by a newfound sense of closeness and unity. The forgiveness Allegra had extended to me washed away the lingering doubts and fears, leaving in its wake a sense of peace and contentment that I had long yearned for.Each day brought with it a renewed sense of purpose as we embraced the opportunity to reconnect with her father, Alpha Arnold, in ways we had never thought possible. As we delved into shared memories and created new ones together, the bonds of family grew stronger, weaving us together in an unbreakable bond of love and acceptance.One afternoon, as we sat together in the garden, basking in the warmth of the sun, Alpha Arnold turned to me with a smile, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. “Xander,” he began, his voice tinged with emotion. “I never thought I'd have the chance to get to know you like this.”I smiled back, feeling a surge of gratitude for the
Allegra’s PovI asked that question, and Xander sighed, running a hand through his hair as he struggled to find the right words. “I never meant to hurt you,” he began, his voice tinged with remorse. “But I was desperate, Allegra. Desperate to protect you, to keep you safe from those who would seek to harm you.”I furrowed my brow, confusion flickering in the depths of my eyes. “Protect me?” I echoed the words, heavy with disbelief. “From what?”Xander hesitated, his gaze shifting away from mine as he wrestled with his own inner demons. “From my past,” he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “From the enemies I've made, the battles I've fought, and the secrets I've kept.”My heart clenched at his words, a sense of foreboding settling over me like a dark cloud. “What secrets?” I demanded, my voice trembling with emotion. “What aren't you telling me, Xander?”Xander took a deep breath, his eyes filled with regret, as he met my gaze. “I'm not who you think I am, Allegra,” h
Allegra’s PovAs I stood in the clearing, buoyed by the wisdom and compassion of the Moon Goddess, a newfound sense of clarity washed over me like a cleansing tide. With each passing moment, the raw ache of betrayal began to ebb, replaced by a steely resolve and a determination to confront the challenges that lay ahead.Gathering my strength, I wiped away the last of my tears and squared my shoulders, ready to face Xander and my father once more. As I made my way back to the house, my heart pounded in my chest, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through my veins.As soon as I stepped through the door, Xander's eyes met mine, his expression a mix of relief and apprehension. Without hesitation, he rushed towards me, arms outstretched, ready to envelop me in a comforting embrace. But I held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks.“Not yet,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. “I'm not ready.”Xander's brow furrowed confused, and his eyes filled with concern. “Al
Allegra’s PovAs the truth crashed down on me like a tidal wave, I couldn't stop the overwhelming surge of emotions that threatened to consume me. Betrayal, confusion, heartbreak—they all swirled together in a maelstrom of agony, tearing me apart from the inside out. How could Xander, the one person I thought I could trust with my life, betray me in such a way? Was our entire relationship built on lies and deceit?I stumbled out of the house, my chest constricted with pain, and my vision blurred with tears. I didn't care where I was going; I just needed to get away to escape the suffocating weight of betrayal that hung heavy in the air. With each step, the forest seemed to close in around me, the trees towering above me like accusing sentinels.As I ran, my power surged within me, responding to the turmoil raging inside me. Anger, raw and potent, bubbled up from the depths of my soul, fueling my every step and propelling me deeper into the heart of the forest. With each stride, my spe
Xander’s PovAs Allegra stormed out of the room, frustration, and guilt gnawed at me, leaving me feeling utterly helpless. I knew I had upset her, but I couldn't suppress the gnawing fear that had been eating away at me since Alpha Arnold's revelation. The thought of losing her, of being left alone once again, terrified me more than anything else.I paced the room, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. On one hand, I wanted nothing more than to make Allegra happy and to support her in her quest to reconnect with her father. But on the other hand, the selfish part of me couldn't bear the thought of losing her or watching her slip away from me.As I wrestled with my thoughts, a knock on the door startled me out of my reverie. A guard stood at attention, delivering a message from Alpha Arnold requesting my presence in his office. I nodded in acknowledgment, my heart sinking at the thought of facing him again.As I made my way to Alpha Arnold's office, I couldn't shake the feeling of
Allegra’s PovAs Alpha Arnold revealed the unexpected news that I was his daughter, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Happiness, disbelief, and a sense of belonging all mingled together, leaving me feeling like I was standing on the precipice of a new chapter in my life. But as I turned to share my joy with Xander, I was met with a wall of silence and a stormy expression on his face.“Xander, aren't you happy?” I asked, my voice filled with hope as I searched his face for any sign of joy.He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting away from mine. “Of course, I'm happy for you, Allegra,” he replied, his voice strained.But I could see the truth lurking behind his words, the tension radiating from him like a palpable force. “Then what's wrong?” I pressed, unable to ignore the unease settling in the pit of my stomach.Alpha Arnold, ever-perceptive, seemed to sense the tension between us. “I'll give you two some space,” he said, rising from his seat. “But Xander, I would love to
Xander’s PovAs Allegra spent the rest of the day with Alpha Arnold, I found myself wandering the vast grounds of his estate, lost in my thoughts. Alpha Arnold had instructed one of his guards to provide us with the most comfortable room in his house, and as I made my way there, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease gnawing at the pit of my stomach.Alone in the room, I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I thought about Allegra spending time with Alpha Arnold. I had grown accustomed to having all of her attention, and the thought of sharing it with someone else, especially someone who could potentially be her father, left me feeling unsettled. I paced the room, wrestling with my emotions, wishing I had tried harder to convince Allegra to leave with me.Hours passed, and just as I was beginning to resign myself to the fact that I might not see Allegra for the rest of the day, she finally returned. The excitement in her face was palpable as Alpha Arnold dropped her off, and a
Allegra’s PovXander, refusing to believe or accept the possibility of me being Alpha Arnold's daughter, shakes her head, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Even if there is a chance, it changes everything,” they argued, desperation creeping into their tone. “We have our lives and our packs to think about. We can't just upend everything because of some wild theory.”He watches me closely, searching for any sign of uncertainty in my expression. But to his dismay, I felt oddly calm about the situation, my eyes fixed on the photograph in my hands.I look into his eyes, and I see that he couldn't fathom how I could entertain the idea of being Alpha Arnold's long-lost daughter, especially considering the fact that it would probably change a lot of our lives.“You can't actually be serious,” he interjected, frustration bubbling to the surface as he snatched the picture from me. “Tell me you're not actually considering this.”My gaze met his, my eyes betraying a hint of hesitation. “I kno
Allegra’s PovI never thought I'd see a garden as beautiful as this in my life. The person who planted it must have taken great care in handling it because it looks so wonderful.Even as I'm enjoying the garden, my mind keeps going back to Xander and the wound he suffered from fighting the green wood pack, formerly rogue Alpha. I hope he's well.Just as I was thinking about him, I heard his voice calling my name. Allegra," he calls out, his voice rough with urgency. “We need to leave.”I turn to him, surprise written across my features. “Leave? But what about the Greenwood pack? We can't just abandon them,” I protest, my brow furrowing in concern.He shakes his head, his resolve unwavering. “We've done all we can here. It's time to go,” he insists, his tone brooking no argument.But I'm not so easily swayed. I argue back, my voice rising with frustration as I plead my case for staying. We go back and forth, each of us standing firm in our convictions.I pleaded my case for staying, my