Harriet’s POVWhen we finally entered the building we were greeted by a lady who introduced herself as Jade. She was pretty, probably around twenty years old, her long brunette hair cascaded down her face and her brown chocolate eyes twinkled as she smiled. She looked stunning in her black knee length dress and black heels. I glanced at Gino who was busy staring at his phone, something was distracting him and it made me feel extremely uneasy. “Good afternoon Mr Yarn and your lovely guest.” She nodded at me and I smiled back.“My names Harriet, I’m Mr Yarn’s fiancée.” I held my hand out to the lady and she glanced at me and then back at Gino with surprise. “Oh, pleased to meet you. Follow me please.” She gestured us to follow her and led us to a huge room with glass windows that went from floor to ceiling revealing the bustling streets below. It was a breathtaking scene to see. “Gino, it’s beautiful here.” I whispered to him but he just grunted in response. I felt confused at his be
The view from the large glass windows was mesmerizing, but it offered little comfort against the rising tide of insecurity brewing within me. Paris, the City of Light, where dreams sparkled against a canvas of architecture and culture—yet standing there, I felt only shadows creeping in, darkening the vibrant view. With Gino in the spotlight, I knew he was likely unaware of my turmoil. The confident persona he projected was contagious, illuminating the room and capturing the attention of everyone in attendance. But there I stood, seemingly invisible, trapped in a whirlwind of self-doubt. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching people move below like fragments of a bustling movie scene. Couples strolled hand in hand, laughing and sharing, their carefree spirits contrasting starkly with my internal struggle. I felt like an outsider to my own life, stuck in a narrative where I had yet to define my role. In the quiet behind the din of the meeting, my mind wandered b
Lucas regarded me with a steady gaze, his hands resting on his knees as he listened. “Look, Alpha, we can’t change the past. You made mistakes, but dwelling on them won’t help your situation now. What matters is what you do next. You have the chance to make things right, to talk to her. Focus on that.” I nodded, but the weight of my regrets felt suffocating. The swirling emotions of love, betrayal, and longing wove through my thoughts as I imagined Harriet in Paris, in the arms of a man who wasn’t me. The plane's ascent was a cruel metaphor for my life—ascending into an unknown future, while I was tethered to the past by a thread that seemed all too fragile. “Do you think she’ll even want to see me?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. The thought sent chills down my spine; what if she had found happiness elsewhere? What if I was too late? “Only one way to find out,” Lucas replied, firm yet gentle. “You need to be honest with her. Show her how you fee
Chapter One “Harriet, you know we can’t be together; you are an omega, and I am the alpha of this pack. We can’t be anything more than lovers.” Damon stated as he laughed coldly in my face I felt a sting of rejection and disappointment as Damon's words hit me like a punch to the gut. I had been hoping that he would see me differently, that he would see past the societal norms that dictated our roles as omega and alpha. But it seemed he was just as bound by those norms as the rest of the pack. I tried to keep my emotions in check, but it was hard to hear him dismiss our feelings like that. I felt like I was just a means to an end for him, a way to satisfy his desires without real commitment or love. "I thought you felt something for me," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I thought we had something special." Damon's laughter sent a chill down my spine. "You're an omega, Harriet. You're meant to be loyal and obedient. You're not meant to be loved or cherished
Where are you going?" my best friend Sandra asked as I threw my few belongings into a suitcase from underneath my bed. I hesitated, unsure of how to answer. I didn't know how much she knew about the pack's dynamics, and I didn't want to reveal too much. "Just leaving for a little while," I said, sounding casual. "I need some time to think." Sandra's eyes narrowed. "Think about what? You're not even telling me what's going on." I sighed, feeling a sense of guilt wash over me. I didn't want to lie to my best friend, but I didn't want to reveal the truth. Not yet, at least. I couldn't tell her. I couldn't tell my best friend that I had been sleeping with the alpha of our pack for the last five months of my life. It was a secret eating away at me, making me feel like a traitor and a fool. And now, as I was preparing to leave, I couldn't bear the thought of telling her about Damon's rejection. It was like a fresh wound, still raw and bleeding. I thought back to ho
I stepped off the bus and onto the city's bustling streets, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Excitement, anxiety, and a hint of uncertainty all battled for dominance as I gazed up at the towering skyscrapers and endless streams of people rushing. This was it. My new life. My new identity. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I had left behind the pack, the drama, and the toxic relationships that had been suffocating me. I had left behind Damon and Aurora, and the memories still lingered like a nasty wound. As I made my way through the crowds, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disorientation. The sounds, the smells, the sights - everything was so different from what I was used to. I felt like a fish out of water, struggling to keep my head above the surface. But as I looked around at the unfamiliar buildings and people, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was starting from scratch. That everything I had known and loved was behind me and
The following day, I woke up feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. The room was still quiet, with only the occasional sound of cars driving by outside breaking the silence. I got out of bed and began to get dressed, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation building inside me. Gino obeyed his word, arriving at the doorstep at 10 am sharp. He was dressed in a casual but stylish outfit, and he looked like he had just stepped out of a magazine ad. I felt a flutter in my chest as I took in the sight of him. "Hey," he said with a smile as he handed me a cup of coffee. "I brought breakfast. I hope you like it." I took the coffee from him, feeling grateful towards him. "Thanks, Gino," I said. "You're going out of your way for me." He shrugged. "No problem, Harriet. I'm happy to help out a fellow human in need. Now, are you ready to explore the city?" I nodded, feeling a sense of excitement wash over me. What would the day bring? Would Gino show me around the city, or
“I don't have anything to wear for a job like that, and what experience do I need since I have no idea. Where I come from, I don't... Well, it's a long story. “I stopped myself before I revealed anything about my past to Gino. He was watching me intently. “Harriet, I want you to know that I am here for you. Whatever happened in your past doesn't change my opinion of you, and I believe everyone deserves a chance to better themselves,” he said seriously. I glanced at him and sighed. “Even people who bump into you and cause you to spill the coffee? A smile played on his lips, and he chuckled. “Yes, even those people.” Gino's words touched me deeply. I couldn't believe that someone like him existed, someone who was so kind and understanding. I took a deep breath before responding, "Thank you, Gino. That means a lot to me." I hesitated momentarily before continuing, "I don't have any experience in a working job like the one you mentioned. And I don't have any proper clothes for i
Lucas regarded me with a steady gaze, his hands resting on his knees as he listened. “Look, Alpha, we can’t change the past. You made mistakes, but dwelling on them won’t help your situation now. What matters is what you do next. You have the chance to make things right, to talk to her. Focus on that.” I nodded, but the weight of my regrets felt suffocating. The swirling emotions of love, betrayal, and longing wove through my thoughts as I imagined Harriet in Paris, in the arms of a man who wasn’t me. The plane's ascent was a cruel metaphor for my life—ascending into an unknown future, while I was tethered to the past by a thread that seemed all too fragile. “Do you think she’ll even want to see me?” I asked, my voice barely audible over the hum of the engines. The thought sent chills down my spine; what if she had found happiness elsewhere? What if I was too late? “Only one way to find out,” Lucas replied, firm yet gentle. “You need to be honest with her. Show her how you fee
The view from the large glass windows was mesmerizing, but it offered little comfort against the rising tide of insecurity brewing within me. Paris, the City of Light, where dreams sparkled against a canvas of architecture and culture—yet standing there, I felt only shadows creeping in, darkening the vibrant view. With Gino in the spotlight, I knew he was likely unaware of my turmoil. The confident persona he projected was contagious, illuminating the room and capturing the attention of everyone in attendance. But there I stood, seemingly invisible, trapped in a whirlwind of self-doubt. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, watching people move below like fragments of a bustling movie scene. Couples strolled hand in hand, laughing and sharing, their carefree spirits contrasting starkly with my internal struggle. I felt like an outsider to my own life, stuck in a narrative where I had yet to define my role. In the quiet behind the din of the meeting, my mind wandered b
Harriet’s POVWhen we finally entered the building we were greeted by a lady who introduced herself as Jade. She was pretty, probably around twenty years old, her long brunette hair cascaded down her face and her brown chocolate eyes twinkled as she smiled. She looked stunning in her black knee length dress and black heels. I glanced at Gino who was busy staring at his phone, something was distracting him and it made me feel extremely uneasy. “Good afternoon Mr Yarn and your lovely guest.” She nodded at me and I smiled back.“My names Harriet, I’m Mr Yarn’s fiancée.” I held my hand out to the lady and she glanced at me and then back at Gino with surprise. “Oh, pleased to meet you. Follow me please.” She gestured us to follow her and led us to a huge room with glass windows that went from floor to ceiling revealing the bustling streets below. It was a breathtaking scene to see. “Gino, it’s beautiful here.” I whispered to him but he just grunted in response. I felt confused at his be
Harriet’s POV Taking a deep breath I set my phone aside and forced myself to focus on the present moment, I wanted to push all thoughts of my ex from my mind. The delicious aroma of crossings and strong coffee enveloped me like a thick blanket. I loved it here in Paris and didn’t want to have to leave. Being here felt right, especially with Gino by my side. I couldn’t help but feel a flutter in my tummy at the thought of him kissing me. Gazing up at the perfectly clean windows of the cafe, I saw the cobblestones streets busy with passerbys lost in their conversations. It seemed to blend in well with the music from the street musicians. Everyone seemed so happy and in love around here. “What are you dreaming about there?” Gino returned with a small smile on his lips as he slid into his seat. “Oh, nothing just thinking how lovely it is here.” I admitted unable to keep the smile off of my face. “It feels like a movie.” “Or a romantic novel.” He teased. His eyes sparked as he spoke.
Aurora’s POV How could I have been so stupid to think that Damon would stay loyal to me? I never thought that he would chase after an omega. I hated her. Harriet was not anything special. I couldn’t let my reputation be destroyed. If this got out, I would be known as the laughing stock. I sat on the bed as the nurse examined my ankle. She gave me a sympathetic smile, and I scowled, looking away. I didn’t want or need her sympathy. Who did she think she was, anyway? At that moment, the nurse placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. "You're going to be okay, Luna Aurora," she said softly, her voice soothing. But I barely registered her words; my mind was too clouded with anger and betrayal. “Just hurry up and wrap it,” I snapped, trying to mask my vulnerability behind annoyance. My heart raced with jealousy as images of Damon and Harriet played on a painful loop in my mind. He smiled at her, his eyes lighting up in a way I thought was reserved for me. If he could turn so quickly, what
“Where?” “She's in Paris, Alpha Damon. She's with another man.” My heart sank like a stone at the thought of Harriet being in Paris with another man. The vision of her laughing and sharing intimate moments with someone else clawed at my insides, threatening to pull me under. Suddenly, the urgency that had filled my veins just moments ago twisted into a suffocating despair. “Alpha?” One of my guards whispered, pulling me back from the brink of my spiraling thoughts. “What are your orders?”I shook my head, trying to dispel the haunting image of Harriet with someone else. I had to focus. I couldn’t allow my personal turmoil to endanger my pack.“Change of plans,” I said, my voice steady but low. “We need to head to the airport. If she’s in Paris, that’s where we’ll find her.” I had no detailed plan; I knew I couldn't leave things as they were. I had to confront her to see the truth straight from her lips.“How did you find out?” “It was Beta Lucas. He managed to get the information f
Aurora's eyes narrowed as I stood before her, the weight of my words pressing down on us like a thunderstorm. The tension was awkward, but I needed her to understand and see things from my point of view.I took a deep breath, "Aurora, please, you do need to understand that Harriet is my -""Your fated mate!" She interrupted me with a bitter tone that caused me to feel a pang of guilt. "You don't have to tell me again. Damon, I can't believe you would even hurt me this much."Pain sliced through me as I listened to her words. I could see she was hurt and angry and couldn't blame her. "I know I've hurt you a lot, and I'm truly sorry. I can't ignore my feelings for Harriet. My wolf yearns for her, and you can't expect me to dismiss it.""Dismiss it?" She scoffed as she tried to hold back her tears, and I wanted to comfort her, but she refused to let me close to her."Aurora, I'm sorry it happened this way. I can't forget about her, though." I sighed, feeling helpless as she turned away f
Damon’s POV I couldn't shake the image of Aurora's face from my mind—the hurt, the anger, and the betrayal. Each emotion flickered like a flame, igniting my concern into something more potent. This was not only about my relationship with Harriet but also Aurora's well-being. I had put her in this position, and now I had to fix it before it spiralled out of control. As Lucas raced off to gather the guards, I felt my heart thunder with the weight of responsibility. I wanted to believe that I could mend things—that I could find Aurora before her pain turned into something irreversible. But how could I undo the damage I had caused? I had to convince her that hurting Harriet wouldn't solve anything; it would only deepen her wounds. With every second ticking by, I felt the distance between us grow. "Stay strong, Aurora," I whispered, wishing my words could reach her. "I’ll find you. I will put things right for everyone.” Standing there, the weight of my decisions pressed down on
“I want to make it official when we get back from here. Before well, you know.” I stopped myself from saying anymore before it was too late. Gino paused mid-sentence, and the brightness in his eyes dimmed slightly as he processed my words. "What do you mean?”His brow furrowed in confusion, but a hint of intrigue laced his tone. I took a deep breath, my heart racing as I prepared to explain. "I mean... let's make this real, let's commit to what we started." The vulnerability of suggesting something so serious made my stomach flip, but I forced myself to continue. "I am ready to let go of the past, Gino. If we have a framework for this, maybe it will help me stay focused on what’s ahead rather than what’s behind." Gino leaned back slightly, studying me. His expression softened, and I could see the gears turning in his mind. "You’re serious about this," he said slowly, almost as if he were testing the waters of my conviction. I nodded, feeling a mix of fear and excitement at