Third person POVAs my dad pulled away from the hospital, Esme couldn't shake the oppressive feeling that had haunted her since her release. Despite assuring the doctors that she would adhere to her medication and rest, a nagging unease lingered in her mind. The relentless torment and abuse she had endured throughout her life had left an unyielding scar, and this latest setback only deepened her.Jaxon, her devoted husband, held her hand tightly as they made their way home. His gentle touch and unwavering support were a beacon of hope in the darkness that threatened to consume her. Yet, as they entered their pack, Esme couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. She knew that she didn't deserve his love and kindness.'Esme, baby, are you okay?' Jaxon asked, his voice laced with concern. 'You've been so quiet.'Esme forced a smile, not wanting to burden him with her worries. 'I'm just a little tired, my love. I'll be fine.'But her words rang hollow even to her own ears. The truth was, she
Esme's POVJaxon is my blanket when it's cold, its warm grip sending perfect shivers down my spine. Once a sanctuary and luxury, the place that I lay my head and make love to my husband, my bed had become a battleground where nightmares waged war against my sanity.One year ago, Every night, for months, I would awaken in a cold sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The nausea that gripped me was unbearable, threatening to tear my body apart. I couldn't escape the torment that had once plagued my waking hours, now it had found refuge in my dreams. Some how the dreams became night mares and now I am waking up once again in sweats and shivers. My body isn't able to acknowledge the threat and the difference between life time night mares and night time night mares but it is scary as shit. I hate it so much.In the suffocating depths of the night, her face would appear before me, a haunting spectre. Her eyes, that was once filled with warmth, a person I could call a friend, now
Esme's POVI've always been the kind of person who loves surprises, but nothing could have prepared me for the one my brother planning our annual charity event when Finley, asked for everyone close to him to gather in the boardroom.that meant, Me, Jaxon his family, My dad and his side of thee family and some of Naomi's as well. I have never met Naomi's family. Finley said they are nice but terrifying which is why she doesn't have a lot to do with them. They gave her up when she was just a baby but then when she turned 18 she found them and they began talking again but she doesn't class them as her family, this is her family, her people that she loves."Why does he want everyone here?" I wondered, as I made my way to the boardroom with Robyn who only shrugged and said "I'm sure we will all find out shortly. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, all of whom were equally curious about the reason for this gathering.As I entered the room, I noticed a warm, inviting smi
Jaxons POV A week has come and gone since Esme's return, and a sense of normalcy had begun to settle over our household. She spent countless hours in the garden with our children, their laughter filling my heart with warmth and chatter between my mom and wife also filling the air. Esme had also expressed an interest in starting a hobby to keep herself occupied, a welcome sign of her recovery the said, and I think she chose to do some arts type of thing so me and Charlie are planning to go out and buy her what ever art supplies she wants and needs. She isn't leaving this house unless she has a full protective system in place whether it be me, Charlie, Finley my dad or hunter. The pack I trust but my wife needs time to trust again and where better to start than in her home? Beneath the surface of our loving, carefree home, however, a storm was brewing. For the past week, my pack had been relentlessly hunting Adeline Carter, the werewolf who had been terrorising Esme, former pack member
Esme's POV It's been 6 months since I came back home after being kidnapped by Adeline and her fellow followers, but they was captured when my husband set out every day to get her. It made my heart feel so much lighter when he came home and a few days later admitted that she was sentenced to death and 4 months since we welcomed my beautiful niece, Nadia, into the world. She was born in the season of winter, and she truly embodies the spirit of hope. that is why they named her Nadia because it represents the symbol of Hope. She weighed 6lbs 6oz and was absolutely beautiful, with a head full of dark hair and the most captivating blue eyes just like Naomi's, but she has her fathers loud mouth. Yes she cries a lot and we spend a lot of time walking around the pack lands with her but she is absolutely amazing.From the moment she entered the world, Nadia has been a bundle of energy, constantly crying and pinching with her sharp nails. But despite the sleepless nights and the endless diaper
Esme's POV "Is the Cake ready for collection?" Jaxon asks me as he walks into the living room. The kids are all outside playing right now with their Uncle Charlie and Hunter which is giving us an hour to prepare some things before Reggie goes to bed. ]"She said round 4 pm is when we can get it but she also said to have two people carry it out. A lot of the cake is for the pack as well" I remind him because Jaxon gets gets the idea that all chocolate and cakes is his and he becomes a child when he doesn't get what he wants which I find adorable.I've always been a planner, a list-maker, and an organizer. I've planned events, parties, and even vacations and even though as Luna that is my job, I really do enjoy it. I managed to persuade Jaxon to let me have my own office so I can organise most of the things and then have my own desk instead of using his, granted it didn't take me long or much persuasion before he gave in and said yes. But planning Reggie's first birthday is by far the
Esme's POV 4 weeks have flown by!As I watched Reggie toddle about the living room, his tiny legs carrying him with my remote for the TV, I couldn't help but smile. His first birthday had been an unforgettable celebration, filled with laughter and joy and so much sugar I don't know who was worse...Jaxon or the children of the pack. Now, at thirteen months, he is a curious and energetic little boy, exploring his surroundings with a hint of trouble coming our way. Pulling things off the sofa while staring you directly in the eye...yep, that's my son for you, or pulling your hair when you have just gone for a cuddle...As I chased after him, I noticed his newfound mobility had made our lives a tad more chaotic. He had discovered the art of putting the latch on the front doors, so when someone wants to walk in they don't get very far but it always makes them laugh because they know how children can be, all of this leading to unexpected bathroom excursions and kitchen escapades. But despi
Finley's POVAs I stood in the room that my sister had prepared for the groomsmen I couldn't help but feel the twitch of anxiety and nerves running through my body. She said that she did it because if it was left to Jaxon we would be getting ready in the woods after a run which, Right now, wouldn't be a bad thing but apparently not with the look she gave him. My heart pounded with a mixture of Excitement and also Nerves. Today was the day I would marry the love of my life, The mother to my children and the one who has helped me fight many battles inside my mind when I first came here, who isn't afraid to call me out on my bullshit when needed which is a lot since she fell pregnant again. I must have repeated the words 'I get married today' countless times, but the reality of it still sent shivers down my spine. In a good way!Naomi has always looked so radiant, composed and beautiful to me and she always will be but with a seven-week baby bump, she was glowing even to the eyes of othe
2 years later Two years has flown by, everything happens for a reason but we certainly didn't expect a pandemic and being unable to go into town. I spent a lot of my time helping some of the children with their work, or in the woods shifting and running off my energy and a lot more times in bed with my husband when the children are napping or with the day-care staff.The smell of cinnamon and sugar hangs heavy in the air, a familiar comfort that tells me it's Saturday morning and that Robyn has been baking once again. Jaxon, is in the kitchen arguing with his mother about the batter and what he can and cannot have which I always find funny. He’s a sight to behold, his messy hair, the way his shirt rides up as he bends over in to the fridge, the faint dusting of flour on his body from when Robyn swatted him away. He’s a mess, but he’s my mess is what I always say.Two years. Two years since the world turned upside down, two years since we welcomed Lola into our chaotic, beautiful fami
Esme's POVAfter the last few days I have come to understand just how hectic and amazing this life is! Robyn and Jacob are looking after Zack while Finley and Naomi take a week off to go on their honey moon, me and Jaxon are planning the Spring Festival for the pack and I am so excited to get stuck in with it again! We aim to do many of these events when the weather is good, probably because we get bad winters. I mean we got such bad weather over Christmas that we had to get all of our groceries delivered to the pack house and that is A LOT of shopping for everyone."Hey princess! My mom baked these last night, mint chocolate brownies as per you requested" Jaxon says as he hovers over me wanting one. I've felt a bit of recently and I think it's the weather change for me and Robyn had been eating these Brownies when I had one and have been hooked ever since on them!"Oh! Thank you! My stomach doesn't get queasy when I eat these" I say while giving my husband a kiss on the cheek and si
Finley's POVAs I stood in the room that my sister had prepared for the groomsmen I couldn't help but feel the twitch of anxiety and nerves running through my body. She said that she did it because if it was left to Jaxon we would be getting ready in the woods after a run which, Right now, wouldn't be a bad thing but apparently not with the look she gave him. My heart pounded with a mixture of Excitement and also Nerves. Today was the day I would marry the love of my life, The mother to my children and the one who has helped me fight many battles inside my mind when I first came here, who isn't afraid to call me out on my bullshit when needed which is a lot since she fell pregnant again. I must have repeated the words 'I get married today' countless times, but the reality of it still sent shivers down my spine. In a good way!Naomi has always looked so radiant, composed and beautiful to me and she always will be but with a seven-week baby bump, she was glowing even to the eyes of othe
Esme's POV 4 weeks have flown by!As I watched Reggie toddle about the living room, his tiny legs carrying him with my remote for the TV, I couldn't help but smile. His first birthday had been an unforgettable celebration, filled with laughter and joy and so much sugar I don't know who was worse...Jaxon or the children of the pack. Now, at thirteen months, he is a curious and energetic little boy, exploring his surroundings with a hint of trouble coming our way. Pulling things off the sofa while staring you directly in the eye...yep, that's my son for you, or pulling your hair when you have just gone for a cuddle...As I chased after him, I noticed his newfound mobility had made our lives a tad more chaotic. He had discovered the art of putting the latch on the front doors, so when someone wants to walk in they don't get very far but it always makes them laugh because they know how children can be, all of this leading to unexpected bathroom excursions and kitchen escapades. But despi
Esme's POV "Is the Cake ready for collection?" Jaxon asks me as he walks into the living room. The kids are all outside playing right now with their Uncle Charlie and Hunter which is giving us an hour to prepare some things before Reggie goes to bed. ]"She said round 4 pm is when we can get it but she also said to have two people carry it out. A lot of the cake is for the pack as well" I remind him because Jaxon gets gets the idea that all chocolate and cakes is his and he becomes a child when he doesn't get what he wants which I find adorable.I've always been a planner, a list-maker, and an organizer. I've planned events, parties, and even vacations and even though as Luna that is my job, I really do enjoy it. I managed to persuade Jaxon to let me have my own office so I can organise most of the things and then have my own desk instead of using his, granted it didn't take me long or much persuasion before he gave in and said yes. But planning Reggie's first birthday is by far the
Esme's POV It's been 6 months since I came back home after being kidnapped by Adeline and her fellow followers, but they was captured when my husband set out every day to get her. It made my heart feel so much lighter when he came home and a few days later admitted that she was sentenced to death and 4 months since we welcomed my beautiful niece, Nadia, into the world. She was born in the season of winter, and she truly embodies the spirit of hope. that is why they named her Nadia because it represents the symbol of Hope. She weighed 6lbs 6oz and was absolutely beautiful, with a head full of dark hair and the most captivating blue eyes just like Naomi's, but she has her fathers loud mouth. Yes she cries a lot and we spend a lot of time walking around the pack lands with her but she is absolutely amazing.From the moment she entered the world, Nadia has been a bundle of energy, constantly crying and pinching with her sharp nails. But despite the sleepless nights and the endless diaper
Jaxons POV A week has come and gone since Esme's return, and a sense of normalcy had begun to settle over our household. She spent countless hours in the garden with our children, their laughter filling my heart with warmth and chatter between my mom and wife also filling the air. Esme had also expressed an interest in starting a hobby to keep herself occupied, a welcome sign of her recovery the said, and I think she chose to do some arts type of thing so me and Charlie are planning to go out and buy her what ever art supplies she wants and needs. She isn't leaving this house unless she has a full protective system in place whether it be me, Charlie, Finley my dad or hunter. The pack I trust but my wife needs time to trust again and where better to start than in her home? Beneath the surface of our loving, carefree home, however, a storm was brewing. For the past week, my pack had been relentlessly hunting Adeline Carter, the werewolf who had been terrorising Esme, former pack member
Esme's POVI've always been the kind of person who loves surprises, but nothing could have prepared me for the one my brother planning our annual charity event when Finley, asked for everyone close to him to gather in the boardroom.that meant, Me, Jaxon his family, My dad and his side of thee family and some of Naomi's as well. I have never met Naomi's family. Finley said they are nice but terrifying which is why she doesn't have a lot to do with them. They gave her up when she was just a baby but then when she turned 18 she found them and they began talking again but she doesn't class them as her family, this is her family, her people that she loves."Why does he want everyone here?" I wondered, as I made my way to the boardroom with Robyn who only shrugged and said "I'm sure we will all find out shortly. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, all of whom were equally curious about the reason for this gathering.As I entered the room, I noticed a warm, inviting smi
Esme's POVJaxon is my blanket when it's cold, its warm grip sending perfect shivers down my spine. Once a sanctuary and luxury, the place that I lay my head and make love to my husband, my bed had become a battleground where nightmares waged war against my sanity.One year ago, Every night, for months, I would awaken in a cold sweat, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest. The nausea that gripped me was unbearable, threatening to tear my body apart. I couldn't escape the torment that had once plagued my waking hours, now it had found refuge in my dreams. Some how the dreams became night mares and now I am waking up once again in sweats and shivers. My body isn't able to acknowledge the threat and the difference between life time night mares and night time night mares but it is scary as shit. I hate it so much.In the suffocating depths of the night, her face would appear before me, a haunting spectre. Her eyes, that was once filled with warmth, a person I could call a friend, now