Third person POVJaxon and Esme had been spending a lot more time together recently, with work being on a steady rhythm and the pack not needing as much from them both they have managed to snag days as just the 3 of them without being called into an emergency. For years, this is the life both Esme and Jaxon have wanted. Love, Honesty, strength and stability this fantasy has been set in their minds ever since they were young teenagers. They met at a pack gathering, well they met at Esme's previous pack in her house it was suppose to be a gathering but thankfully Alpha Dylan from the waterside pack had rejected Esme not 5 hours earlier giving her the chance at a second chance of love. From the moment their eyes met Alpha Jaxon knew that Esme was his chance to find his happiness and he loved her the moment he laid eyes on her in her house. they knew they were meant to be together. He was the strong and handsome Alpha of the pack, while Esme was the beautiful pack member, both living diff
Esme's POV "so that's why Frankie and Max are here?" was all I could ask. How does somebody go from having a life of misery and pain to a life of good and happiness...just for it all to be broken back down to square one again! I can't be that person who subsides everything like I use to do! I won't be that person. I have made a life here and they can't seem to give me a break they had to get and get themselves killed by rogues and then leave us with the twins. The twins who enjoyed their life for years while mine was in shambles. They didn't know what was happening to us but they made it look as though we wasn't related when things got too tough for us.I never thought I would end up in this situation. Being the Luna of the Midnight pack was never in my plans as I was always cast aside and told I wasn't good enough, I wasn't strong enough and I would never make a great Leader. I always thought I would just be a regular member of the pack, living a shitty life with my brother by my si
Jaxon's POVBeing the Alpha of the Midnight pack it is my responsibility to ensure that all the pack members are emotionally fine, that they are physically healthy and are up to date with any checks they need. My pack is my family and I would do anything to protect them. But lately, I have been feeling helpless towards Esme and the feeling doesn't subside when she smiles because I know it's not a genuine smile. When Esme gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Delilah three weeks ago she has started to become a little distant towards everyone. Would often lock herself in our room and speak only when needed to and since then, she has been struggling to settle back in at the pack house or even her routine."Jaxon we have to do something she isn't herself and you know that" My dads the first to speak. Yes he's right but no I can't just assume this is what I think it is and make her talk.Esme and I were both ecstatic when we found out that we were going to be parents the first time and the
Esme's POVIt's been 4 weeks since I started therapy and my medication for my depression, and today just seems to be a bit of a bad day. I woke up feeling exhausted, even though I had slept for a full 7 hours. My mind was working overtime and I didn't like it, constantly replaying negative thoughts and memories of my life prior to the pack, then giving birth or being in my old pack and giving birth. The worries I keep facing is hard enough when I can think clearer but today I can't even form a simple question without repeating what I want or need. I could feel the weight of my depression crushing me and I know it isn't my fault, It's a normal thing but I don't want to feel this way anymore. It's making it harder for me to do even the simplest tasks. But I knew I had to push through and get out of bed, or else I would never be able to face the day ahead.As I made my way to the kitchen, I could hear the sounds of pack and their mates getting ready for the day. I tried to put on a smile
Jaxon's POV In the sprawling halls of the pack house at 7:30 am, which is classed as the rush hour when every one gets ready for the day ahead, kids go to school and parents begin their usual work, I watch as Esme emerged from her our room carrying Reggie on one arm and a coffee in her other hand, her spirit was now beginning to flicker with newfound light and energy which was always good especially on these types of days.As our eyes met across the room, I felt a surge of warmth and gratitude. Esme had been through so much, but her unwavering strength and determination had guided her through a dark period of her life and once again she will bounce back slowly, stronger and better. Now, with the support of our family and the love that the pack gives her on a daily basis, she was slowly finding her way back to herself.Over the past month since her medication has started to kick in a little better, she had made a conscious effort to engage with the pack. She attended gatherings again,
Esme's POVI never thought that the day my parents decided that me and Finley were old enough to be living on our own would be the worst day of my life. We were both regular pack members at the ages of 13, Literally 13, it was our birthday when our father was raging about something, and living in our small but tight-knit community, everyone could most likely hear him. But everything changed when our parents sat us down, well not even our parents it was just our mother and she told us that we were no longer welcome in our own pack house.It was a cold winter day, just a few days before Christmas. Finley and I were sitting by the fireplace, enjoying the warmth and each other's company as we always did. We were both excited for Christmas, and growing up we was always overhearing conversations about presents and what each of us got. Little did we know, the reason behind our parents' decision to kick us out was much more heart-breaking and cruel to both of us.I still remember the words th
Jaxon's POV It has been nearly a year since Esme and Finley moved to our pack house from the homelife they had previously. I still remember the day they arrived, with their tired eyes and worn out clothes. They weren't running away from their past because in some ways their past followed them everywhere they went, but they was more seeking refuge in our pack. And little did I know, their arrival would change my life forever.I have always been a firm and strong leader, I have never needed to be told what to do since the moment my father stepped down as Alpha, but when I found Esme the way I did my heart took a big leap out of my chest at the thought of someone hurting her the way they did and my mind never got over how she looked when I first saw her. The fear in her eyes and the anxiety of ever being loved. Even to this day she sometimes has doubts about someone loving her but she places a lot of these emotions down to her tablets and I can probably agree because on bad days is when
Jaxon's POVToday is the day that my mate and also my best friend Esme turns 19 years old and I couldn't be more excited. As the Alpha of our pack, it was my duty to make sure that her birthday was celebrated in the grandest way possible as we do with big birthdays for anyone in the pack. A party is held, gifts are handed out and food is always a bonus. Esme was not just any ordinary member of our pack, she was the Luna, the one who completed me and made me a better Alpha as well as keeping most of us all happy with day games and planning things that anyone can join in with. She was the missing piece I needed in my life.When I first met her as you know she wasn't in the best place, She wasn't wanting to find anything more than stability and a place to call home, I didn't want to rush things with her, I wanted her to feel comfortable to come to me and eventually, she did. Thankfully.I had been planning her and Finley's surprise party for weeks now. The outdoor hall was beautifully de
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