Ariane’s POV
I quickly replied to her message. “Mom, this isn’t as easy as you think. Betrayal is no small matter. I need your support, not repeated blame. Please try to understand how it feels.”After sending that reply, I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the deep arrogance. I wanted to focus on this new journey in my life, even though I had to face challenges from outside and inside. And for now, I wanted to listen more to my voice and the needs of the children inside me.My life may be in turmoil, but I knew that I could find a way out. I had to be strong not only for myself but also for the twins I was carrying. It was time to create a better life and face every challenge with determination.I had to start living without relying on anyone. After all, I was used to being without my mother, and now without a partner. It felt like being stuck in limbo would just waste my time and energy. I wouldn’t contact them anymore; it was pointless. Now,Ariane’s POV “You are very good at serving customers. You are also beautiful,” the florist said with a warm smile. The words made me feel proud, and I couldn’t help but smile in response.“Thank you,” I replied, feeling the pleasure in the compliment. All my efforts and hard work felt like they had paid off when I heard such positive words.“Are you married?” he asked again, looking at me curiously.For a moment, I was silent. This question tickled my mind, bringing me to ponder the reality I was facing. Should I honestly say that I was divorced and pregnant? How would he react?“I...” my voice trailed off a little, searching for the right words. “I was married, but now I’m divorced,” I finally said, trying to explain without revealing too many details. “Right now, I’m pregnant.”Her face changed, seemingly a little surprised but then showing a sympathetic expression. “I don’t mean to intimidate you. I hope everything is okay. The g
Ariane’s POV “Just a little shocked,” I replied, feeling a mix of emotions inside me. On one hand, I felt detached from this conflict, but on the other, there was uncertainty about how I should respond to all of this. “Leon, you don’t have to do this,” I said softly, trying to ease the tension. “I can handle myself.” But Leon didn’t heed my words. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, Ariane. This isn’t about who’s wrong or right. I just want to protect you,” he said seriously, looking at me with deep concern. Isabella stood up angrily, but looked disappointed, as if she felt betrayed. “You can’t protect Ariane forever! She doesn’t deserve this!” I shouted, anger starting to boil over.The scene shook the ground around me, and even though I knew the situation was chaotic, I felt the acuteness of how difficult it was to keep my emotions in check. But one thing became clear: Leon’s support, while complicated, brought new hope that I wouldn’t have t
Ariane’s POV As I sank into the warm water, the tiredness that had enveloped my body began to disappear. I closed my eyes and imagined a future full of hope—days when I would hold these two babies, feeling the love and happiness they brought. This moment is a time for myself, to prepare my body and soul before starting new days full of challenges. Soaking in warm water provides tranquility and helps relax a mind that was previously filled with worries. After a while, I feel more refreshed and ready to face whatever will happen in the days ahead. And when the time comes, I know that Leon will be ready in his own way to handle the problems in Black Moon Pack. As I lean against the wall of the bathtub, I smile while thinking about how much the love and support we have for each other means. Now, it's time to truly feel at peace and prepare to face whatever lies ahead of us. I started to think about what my father would have said if he were s
Ariane’s POV “Then I recommend purple orchids,” I said, showing the beautiful bunch of flowers. “They have an elegant beauty and can make a deep impression. They are perfect for conveying sincere feelings.” He nodded in agreement and ended up buying the flowers. During our brief conversation, he seemed sincere and serious about his intentions. I’m sure he hoped the flowers would make his ex-wife feel appreciated and bring back fond memories.After work, I went back to my apartment with my head full of thoughts. The moment earlier had been quite attention-grabbing, especially about how strong feelings people have, even though they’ve been separated. However, all those thoughts immediately disappeared when I arrived at my apartment door.When I arrived at the door, my eyes immediately fell on a bunch of purple orchids neatly placed in front of the door. My heart pounded when I realized that these were the flowers I had sold to the man earlier. “Who bo
Ariane’s POV The door opened, and my mother entered with a serious face. “Ariane, we need to talk,” she said matter-of-factly, looking at me intently.I felt wide awake now; a sense of annoyance and incomprehension was welling up inside me. But there was something in my mother’s gaze that made me momentarily consider listening. Her unexpected presence and concern brought me some relief, but not enough to calm my own pent-up anger.“Okay, go ahead and tell me what you want to talk about,” I said, reminding myself to stay calm even as my irritation lingered.Today didn’t seem to be going the way I had planned. But I knew that talking to my mother might give me a different perspective and perhaps add to my worries. Having her around might be a chance to reflect on what had happened, not just with Leon but with myself.“Have you met your father?” my mother asked seriously."What do you mean?" I replied, confusion engulfing me. In my min
Ariane’s POV Today, I am seven months pregnant. My belly is already very big, but I can still move around actively, which makes me feel proud. Despite some limitations, I still try to live my daily life as usual. "You don't have to work hard, Ariane. You are very pregnant," the flower shop owner said with concern, looking at my growing belly. "I still have no trouble. Besides, I can rest when I feel tired. My job is very comfortable," I said, giving myself and the shop owner confidence. I appreciated her concern and support, and I planned to stay active for as long as possible. After finishing the day's work, I started thinking about my plans after giving birth. I felt that after I gave birth, I would feel safe using a babysitter and would continue working. Having support to care for the children when I returned to work was a must so that I could find a balance between work and being a mother. With that determination, I started looking fo
Ariane’s POV We headed to a baby store known for its cute selection. As we walked around, Leon seemed excited to pick out the items. Watching him try to play the good father made my feelings mixed.“Come on, look at these,” he said, holding up a pair of brightly colored baby clothes. “Isn’t it cute?”Grinning widely, I nodded in agreement. Looking at the items I had picked out, I couldn’t help but smile. I picked out some adorable little shoes and supplies like blankets, bottles, and toys.Every single item we picked out made me feel so happy. I tried to savor the moment as much as I could. If only I were still a wife, maybe this would be sweeter—being a happy wife, having a husband who welcomed twins with me.But deep down, I also knew that I would never regret my decision to get a divorce. Sometimes, even when things aren’t going well, it’s important to give yourself a chance to grow and find happiness that fits you better. It was a tough
Ariane’s POV “Okay, Leon. I just want to make sure everything is okay,” I said, conveying my uncertainty. “But I know this is none of my business anymore…”He nodded slowly, seeming to understand. “Trust me. I’ll take care of this. The most important thing for us right now is you and the kids. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything,” he said, encouraging me.Leon walked away, and as I watched him leave the apartment, I felt a mix of emotions. Even though we were no longer together as a couple, the responsibilities and concerns between us were still there. This situation was a reminder of how complicated the world around us was, but I was determined to stay focused on the more important things—the family I would soon have and creating a safe environment for them. “I’m not going back to Leon,” I said firmly, even though no one was there to hear me. My words echoed in my heart and mind as if confirming my decision. This was the path I was on and
Ariane’s POVZoya smiled widely, “We love it too, Mom! Especially if we can play on the beach after breakfast.”“Right! We can build sandcastles or play beach volleyball,” Zara added, her eyes sparkling with excitement.After breakfast, we all headed to the beach. The soft white sand felt warm beneath our feet. Zara and Zoya immediately ran towards the water, while Mark and I followed behind. We laughed and joked, feeling the simple yet precious joy.Mark looked at me. “Look, Dad! I can make a bigger sandcastle than yesterday!” Zoya exclaimed, starting to dig in the sand with her bare hands.Zara nodded in agreement, “Let’s build it together! We can add the shells we found yesterday.”We all got involved in creating a grand sandcastle. Every shell we found became a decoration to beautify the castle. As the sun rose higher, we had successfully built a magnificent sandcastle, complete with towers and sturdy walls.Savoring melt
Ariane’s POV “Look how happy they are,” Mark whispered. “You are the reason behind their smiles.”I looked at the kids, gratitude filling my heart. I knew my life might not be perfect, but the love I had was everything. I promised myself to keep fighting, not just for myself, but for my family.“Thank you, Mark,” I said sincerely. “For always being here for me.”“Forever, Ariane,” Mark replied, gazing at me with love. “We’ll face anything together.”With renewed spirit, I moved forward, ready to tackle every challenge that came our way. I knew that although life was full of uncertainties, the love and support of my family would always be the light guiding me.That night, the sky was adorned with twinkling stars, creating a magical atmosphere at the beach. The waves gently crashed, as if singing a lullaby to anyone who listened. I, Luna, stood at the edge of the shore, feeling the cool night breeze brush against my face. This was
Ariane’s POVNot long after, Mark rushed in. His face showed deep panic, and I could feel how much he loved us. He immediately came to me, holding my hand gently. "Honey, how are you? Has the doctor told you anything?"I shook my head. "Not yet. Still waiting for the test results."Mark sighed, and I could see the burden he carried. He always tried to be the pillar of strength for us, and I knew how hard it was for him to see me in this state.Zoya, who had been playing in the corner, now approached. "Mom, I want to draw for you," she said cheerfully, trying to divert our attention. She pulled out her sketchbook and colored pencils from her bag and began drawing with enthusiasm.Watching Zoya so cheerful eased my worries a bit. She reminded me that even though life was full of challenges, there was still happiness to be found within it. I tried to stay positive, although the shadows of fear continued to haunt me.After a while, the do
Ariane’s POVI chose to follow both of them, feeling the excitement around us. The sounds of footsteps, laughter from children, and soft music from a nearby café added to the atmosphere. Every corner of the mall seemed to offer something interesting. We paused briefly in front of a food stand, where the spicy and sweet aromas of street food enticed our appetites."How about we try some snacks after this?" I suggested, hoping to satisfy my hunger. Zara and Zoya nodded in agreement, our exploratory spirit growing stronger. We continued this little adventure with high curiosity, ready to find a restaurant that could satisfy our bellies and provide us with unforgettable experiences.After a while, Zara emerged from the bookstore with two novels in her hands. "Mom, this is the book I was looking for!" she exclaimed with a wide smile. I was thrilled to see her so excited. Meanwhile, Zoya appeared from the clothing store with several dresses she had tried on. "Mom, lo
Ariane’s POVTime truly flies. It feels like just yesterday I was carrying Zara and Zoya as toddlers, and now they are entering their vibrant teenage years. At 15, my twin daughters have grown into beautiful girls with unique personalities. Zara, always cheerful and full of energy, often becomes the center of attention. Meanwhile, Zoya, who is quieter and more introspective, has a charm of her own that makes many want to get to know her better.As we sat together in the living room, Zara suddenly broke the silence. "Mom, there's a boy who's been approaching me," she said, her face flushing red. I could see how nervous she was, but there was also a sparkle of happiness in her eyes. "He's nice, but I'm confused, Mom. What should I do?"I smiled, feeling proud yet worried. "Zara, you don't have to rush. Try to get to know him better. The most important thing is that you feel comfortable and safe with him," I replied, recalling my own teenage years.Zara n
Ariane’s POV We immediately began planning every detail. Rani took out her phone and started recording our voices, while Mark and I prepared the tools we would need. We knew our time was limited. The full moon would reach its peak in a few hours, and we had to be ready.As the night grew late, we moved toward the location we had chosen. It was an open field surrounded by tall trees. From there, we could see the full moon clearly, and Leon would not be able to hide from its light.When we arrived at the field, the atmosphere felt tense. Rani set her phone on one side, while Mark and I prepared on the other. We waited with bated breath, hoping our plan would succeed.Not long after, we heard heavy footsteps approaching. Leon emerged from behind the trees, his large and intimidating figure. His sharp eyes fixed on us, and I felt fear envelop me. But I knew we couldn't back down now."Now!" Mark shouted, and Rani immediately played the recording
Ariane’s POV Mark paused for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of determination. "We will prepare. We have strength and support from our pack members. We will not let Leon take over."Hearing his words made me feel a little calmer. However, the fear of what might happen in the future couldn’t fully dissipate. Leon was a cunning enemy, and I knew he wouldn’t hesitate to use any means to achieve his goals.The following days were filled with preparations. Mark and I worked together with the other pack members to strengthen our defenses. We held regular meetings, discussing strategies and how to face Leon if he returned. Every night, I stayed awake, listening for sounds outside, hoping no one would approach.When the full moon shone brightly, I felt tension in the air. Mark and I stood on a hilltop, watching our territory. "I can feel something," I said, my voice shaking. "It seems he’s getting close."Mark nodded, his face serious. "We nee
Ariane’s POVEvery attack Mark launched felt like lightning striking, while Leon skillfully dodged and countered with swift strikes. However, as time passed, Mark began to take control. He unleashed all his abilities, exploiting every opening. The shouts of the onlookers watching the fight intensified the spirit of both fighters.When Mark managed to knock Leon down for the first time, cheers erupted around us. But Leon didn’t give up. He got back up, even though he was weary. "I won’t surrender!" he shouted, challenging Mark to continue the fight.Mark, feeling the pressure from Leon’s fighting spirit, caught his breath. He knew this wasn’t just about physical strength, but also about mental resilience. With a swift movement, he launched an attack that sent Leon reeling. In an instant, Mark seized the moment and delivered a final blow that brought Leon crashing to the ground.Leon lay sprawled, his face showing pain and defeat. "This isn’t over," he s
Ariane’s POVThey resembled wolves but had human bodies. “Let me go!” I cried, but unfortunately, they didn’t listen and took me to prison. How shocked I was to find that it was Leon, my ex-husband, who had done all this to me. Mark, my husband, would certainly be worried about me right now.I woke up in darkness, the cold walls surrounding me sending chills down my spine. The rumbling sounds outside my cell reminded me of my father, the late King Alpha. The memory of our last meeting was still fresh in my mind, when he hugged me and promised to always protect me. But now he was gone, and I was trapped in a worse situation.“Leon,” I whispered, the name of my former husband who had now become an enemy. He was someone I once loved, but now he was the traitor who had betrayed my family. Why was he doing this? Why had he brought me here?I tried to struggle, but the bindings on my hands were too tight. Footsteps approached, and the cell door creaked open.