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 toughAriane’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 POV The man took the flowers and walked away, his face full of confidence and a smile on his lips. Seeing him leave with that enthusiasm made me feel happy. In the midst of my complicated life, this small interaction added color to my day.As a pregnant woman, I also feel the desire to give my best, and seeing others try to win the hearts of those they love makes me think. Maybe this is what is expected of me in my own life. By wondering, I also reflect on love and how to express it, and what it means for myself and my family in the future.Every morning, this ritual becomes a part of my day, adding its own color. Every time the man comes, my heart feels warmer, and his presence always brings hope for love and a sincere relationship. As I awaited the next arrival, I resolved to give support in every flower arrangement I prepared, hoping that it would bring happiness to the people I served.After the transaction with that customer, I then cle
Ariane’s POV Soon, I began to plan what to do with the red roses—would I keep them as keepsakes, or would there be an opportunity to share new stories with people who cared about me? As time went on, all of these questions would be answered. I didn’t feel like opening my heart to new love yet. I was still traumatized by my previous love experience—a love that was unrequited and full of pain. The pain was hard to forget, and even though I wanted to move on, my heart still felt uncertain.With that in mind, I kept the red roses I had found earlier and placed them in a vase. The presence of the flowers in the living room gave a different feel, with their fragrant scent filling the air and creating a warm atmosphere in my apartment. The flowers were a symbol of hope, even though I wasn’t sure when I would be fully ready to welcome love again. After arranging the flowers, I felt hungry and decided to order food online. Soon after, the order arrived, and
Ariane's POVAfter work, the pain in my stomach suddenly hit me, making me stagger. Every second felt more painful, and I felt like I was on the verge of helplessness. “Oh no, this can’t happen now!” I complained, trying to endure the increasing pain. As I tried to find a place to rest, I suddenly felt someone’s hand on my back, helping me support. “Are you okay?” asked a man next to me. He seemed to be the man who usually bought flowers at my shop every night at 9. However, in this emergency, I felt hesitant to accept help from a stranger. “I—I don’t need help,” I replied, trying to be firm even though the pain was getting worse. “You definitely need help. It seems like you can’t take it anymore. Come on, I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said, and I could feel the sincerity in his voice. Finally, I nodded weakly, not wanting to be stubborn when my condition was so urgent. There was no other choice. I felt so weak and needed help.
Ariane’s POV“It’s important to rest,” my soul whispered, encouraging me not to push myself in the midst of a pregnancy that was already entering its final stages. I swiftly flopped onto the soft couch, letting my breathing slow and steady as the afternoon approached.The quiet moment gave me space to reflect. In the silence of the apartment, I imagined the future—living with my child, making him the center of my life, giving him all the love and attention I had always dreamed of. However, I also had to admit the worry that lurked inside me. I felt like I had fought and grown through so much, but the days ahead would certainly be challenging. Facing the future of motherhood alone was scary. But the wolf inside me kept reminding me that I could do it.I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the silence flow into me. As I rested, I hoped that the strength of my soul and the love my child gave me would carry me through each challenge that lay ahead.
Ariane’s POVAfter he disappeared from sight, I stepped into the office. The busy and bustling atmosphere with the sound of typing on the keyboard and the chatter of my coworkers immediately greeted me. However, my mind couldn’t fully focus on work. The beautiful flowers that Mark bought were still in my head, giving a new color to my day. As time went by, I started to finish the work that was waiting. Every time I thought of Mark, I felt a warm feeling flowing. Even though I was still traumatized by my past relationship, his presence seemed to give a new light to my life that had been dark. In the midst of my business, every now and then, I glanced towards the window, hoping to see Mark again. Suddenly, the sound of the phone ringing startled me. It was my mother. “Hi, Ariane! How are you today?” my mother asked in a cheerful tone. “Okay, Mom. Work as usual. And… yes, I’m fine,” I answered a little hesitantly. I didn’t want to worry Mom
Ariane’s POVAfter a few moments, Leon took a deep breath, seemingly struggling between emotion and reality. Finally, he decided to leave, leaving some of the heavy air behind. “Okay, if that’s what you want, Ariane,” he said before leaving the room. After he left, I shook my head, feeling a little relieved but also tired. The atmosphere that had been warm with Mark now felt tense. “I’m sorry if this feels uncomfortable, Mark,” I said, trying to cool things down. “It’s okay, Ariane. This is probably part of the process you have to go through. I’m here if you need support,” Mark replied, his smile once again patting away the emptiness in my heart. As I continued my work, I knew this wasn’t over yet, but I could feel my inner strength slowly starting to recover. I'm ready to face the emotional turmoil of my wolf from the past and take what comes next slowly, one step at a time. That night, after tidying up and preparing the place for
Ariane’s POVInstantly, I felt a new spirit within me. With the presence of my baby, all the pain and uncertainty felt lighter. I knew, now, I had started a new chapter in my life—from a struggling woman, now a mother who was ready to give all the love to her daughters.The three of us were in an intimate moment as I held her, feeling her warm breath near me. Although this journey may not always be smooth, I am determined to face all the challenges that will come with love and happiness, together with my newborn soul. After giving birth to two twin daughters, I tried to give them exclusive breast milk, wanting to ensure that my little ones get the best nutrition. However, the pain of the labor process is still felt, making my days feel very challenging. Even so, I am determined to go through all this, embracing every moment as a mother.Only two babysitters help me here. They have become invaluable figures in my new life as a mother. Often, when i
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.