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The engine sputtered, letting out a high-pitched whine before descending into a series of jarring clunks, each one louder and more ominous than the last. A metallic scraping sound joined the cacophony, like nails on a chalkboard, before the car gave one final, wheezing groan. The momentum ebbed, and with a reluctant shudder, it jerked to a halt, silence settling like a heavy curtain in the aftermath of the mechanical chaos.
“HOLY FUCKING SHIT! WHY NOW? WHY THE FUCK NOW?!” I yelled, banging my head on the steering wheel over and over again. The honking sound didn’t even stop me from freaking out. I’m not even near this stupid godforsaken town. And this piece of crap has given up on me. I hate THIS!
Okay, you might need some backstory to understand why I’m freaking out. This is all the fault of my estranged mother. Two days ago she sent me a letter. In these modern times, she sent me a fucking letter. After twenty years of pure silence, after running out on me and my family, she finally contacted me.
What a fucking bitch!
/TWO DAYS PRIOR/
“Maya, I don’t even understand what the problem is. I got the scoop on that company, they’re facing a three hundred million dollar lawsuit, and we got the first coverage, and we didn’t sell out, so why am I being fired?”
My boss looked at me with despair. At fifty-six she had seen it all in the world of journalism. People are scamming the ill and poor. Celebrity couples tricking their followers to join a cult. But as she once told me, she’d never met a journalist as high maintenance as me.
I don’t even know what that means. As far as I’m concerned, I am not difficult to work with.
“I am not firing you. I said you’ve saved six months of paid vacation that you are obligated to use. You do not have a choice. Six months is the maximum you can save.”
“What am I supposed to do without work?” I countered.
“Go to Florida. Go somewhere. Maybe do what you did the last time we had this conversation.”
I made a disgusted face. “I like Manhattan. It is one of the few places in the world that doesn’t have a pack. Packs suck. This place is modernized, there are electric cars, and no alpha trying to bullshit me, and tell me I have to follow some fucking rule. Why would I go to Florida? There are eight packs there. Eight! That is too fucking much. I refuse. And the last vacation I had, I spent it getting that story from Iraq. I’ve been banned from the country, I cannot return. So I can’t go there.”
I crossed my arms and watched as Maya took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “Why is everything a fight with you?”
“Why are you being stupid?” I argued back. What the hell am I supposed to do with myself for six whole goddamn months?
“Here are your options, Vanessa. We will pay you twice the amount of what we normally pay, but you have to take eight months off.”
That is even worse.
“Or take six months of regular paid vacation, and we will give you the Madisson case to cover as soon as you’re back.”
My jaw dropped. The Madisson case is huge. Journalists are too scared to cover it because those who tried have disappeared. The story goes that a British Luna from a huge pack in London was invited by her friend to a vampire castle here in Manhattan. She wasn’t seen for two years after that until three months ago her corpse appeared under a bridge looking unrecognizable. The vampire family that owns the castle hasn’t been seen or heard of either, since the Luna disappeared, and their castle remains the one place reporters like myself disappear from when we enter it. Eighteen reporters all vanished and their bodies haven’t been recovered yet. It’s a case that could pit vampires against werewolves like the ancient times.
Or make a reporter wealthy. Or in a perfect world, do both.
But for me, that luna has two children who deserve answers. And people are too chicken shit to go for it.
“Fine. But swear, I will get my lawyer to draft a contract, no one from this agency touches that case.”
“No one would dare. But I’ll have you know, if you disappear a lot of people will be happy.”
I rolled my eyes and picked up my bag. Six months of paid vacation, fuck. I exited the main office and went straight for mine so I could grab my things. On my way there I got a call.
“Hello, Ezra.”
“Are you stopping by the house tonight? It’s Dad’s birthday.”
“I know, I’m his daughter. What do you really want? You never call unless there’s something you want to tell me.”
My older brother sighed, and I could hear Lionel on the other side. Being the only girl in the family is tragic. They are overbearing. My brothers don’t think my job is safe, they want me to find love and settle down. Not for me. Marriage, mates, packs, words I don’t like. Right along with, vacation and small towns.
ew.
Okay, I might be a bit difficult but I just like things the way I like them. Do you know what mates did for my father? It left him heartbroken. I was only five when he got in his accident. A dedicated police officer was shot in the spine. He almost died, and what did he get for recovering and surviving? His wife leaves him a note that says ‘I can’t be tied down to this marriage anymore. I had an affair, and I’m going to be with him.’
That’s all she wrote like the sneaky bitch she was. Why the goddess would pair a man with such a wicked woman, I will never know.
But it won’t be me. It will never be me.
“Are you monologuing about how much you hate commitment?”
I paused. “No.”
“God, Nessa. I need you to stop by Rachel’s and get my son.”
“You mean, her son.”
Ezra sighed. He reminds me of Maya, I wonder why they’re so exasperated—another sign of a failed mating bond. My brother’s mate drunkenly admitted three months ago that she had sex with his best man two weeks before their wedding. Now they’re not sure they can stay married. She’s sorry, he is heartbroken. One-night stands will never do that to you.
“My son. Get Benny on your way. He loves you, and I do too even though you raise my blood pressure.”
I smiled. “I love me too. And you of course. Bye-bye.”
He hung up, and I shoved the phone into my back pocket as I finished packing up my desk. Then I went straight for the lift, ignoring the people watching me intently. One of my coworkers decided to speak up.
“Vacation?”
I snorted a laugh. Even he knows they wouldn’t fire me. “Yep, enjoy your six months without me.”
“Hooray!” Cheers erupted all around the office.
I shook my head. It doesn’t bother me. What bothers me is figuring out what to do for my break.
Once I got to the parking lot, I headed straight for my jeep. I tossed my box into the trunk, and my bag into the passenger seat before getting in. Exhaling, I drove out of the building. Normally I would take the shortest part to my apartment but I have to stop by my best friend's place. The aforementioned Rachel.
God, this gonna be awkward. I’m the one she drunkenly confessed to. I was not happy when she discovered she was mated to my brother, and I was not happy to find out she had an affair. I told Lionel because I wasn’t sure what to do. And he told Ezra after telling me he’ll get back to me.
So she’s also mad at me.
I turned on the radio, clearing my thoughts with a soothing song.
I dialed Rachel’s number on the way. Driving in Manhattan? Not the best thing. But my Jeep is electric so most of the time I don't even feel it. See packs and small towns, they don’t have this luxury. God I love the city. I turned on the auto drive and leaned back.
“Hey.”
“Rachel, could please pack a bag for Benny and bring it downstairs? I don’t want to have to find a place to park, and then go up to your sister’s apartment.”
“This is stupid. Ezra needs to stop avoiding me, Benny is only three. He doesn’t understand why his mommy had to move out of home.”
“Mommy spread her legs for daddy’s friend, tell him that.”
“Vanessa, be my best friend. Do not get all judgemental. I’m family too. I deserve to be at your father’s birthday party, and Ezra needs to talk to me about what happened. The most he’s said to me was over text and he simply typed- Benny, six O’clock.”
Maybe I’ll go to the Dead Sea for my vacation and I won’t have to be in the middle of this.
“Bring Benny, okay maybe you can pack a bag too. I’m going on vacation. You can leave your sister’s place, and stay with me. I live like forty-five minutes from Ezra.”
“Won’t he get mad?” she sniffled.
“He will get mad at me, and you will be fine. I mean you should worry about Lionel, he hates you more than Ezra does. You know how our family feels about cheaters.”
“It was a drunken mistake. I was wasted, I’ve apologized.” Does that excuse the cheating though? I don't think so.
“I’m close by, so start packing.”
I wanna be a good sister and a good friend, but I do not think people should make the ultimate sacrifice of bonding their souls. It can kill to end that bond so why do it? Why even get married too?
After picking up Rachel and Benny, I headed for my apartment to grab my father’s present and drop off my box of office supplies. I’m not sure why I went to the mail slots to check for any mail, but I did.
Bills, an invite to a corporate event, and.... a letter from.... what?
My mother?
I didn’t open it on the ride up to my penthouse, I didn’t open it on the drive to my father’s house. I didn’t open it until the celebrations were done, Benny was asleep, and Rachel was cozied up with my father’s trauma dog and the rest of us were in his game room watching ice hockey.
I opened it there, surrounded by the same people the sender of this letter abandoned.
/Dear Vanessa,
I know I’m the last person you want to speak to right now, but I want a chance to explain why I did what I did all those years ago. Come to 124 Willow Hollow Lane, Dusty Creek, TX 76438. sit with me, I’ll tell you everything./
A long envelope, with this many words. What a bitch.
I threw the piece of paper into the nearest trash can. I don’t even know what a dusty lane is. Creek? Was it Creek or Lane?
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★“What is this?” Lionel asked as he picked up the piece of paper I’d thrown away. Shit. He looked at me after unruffling it up, and reading through it. “why is she writing to you? From dusty creek?”Yeah, creek. Right. Is that even a place? Is it like a small venue in New York? Hmm.“I don’t know. I just got the letter. I don’t know why she hasn’t reached out in twenty years. Okay, what am I supposed to do?”Ezra growled, “Do what you always do when you don’t want to entertain bullshit. She doesn’t get to see you. She never called, never even bothered to check in to see how Dad was doing. no. You can’t go.”normally, this would be a given. I hate my mother. But I have to admit that what she did reroute my brain. Our family was perfect, and she ruined it. However, I can’t seem to feel that bubbling hate right now. I truly want to know. My therapist- yes, I have one. When you key an old lady’s car at sixteen, call her a dying floozy, punch her grandson, and
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 She’s beautiful. No, I’m sorry, beautiful doesn’t even cover it. This woman is the most stunning female I have ever come across. Dark skin that practically glows under the sunlight, smooth and rich like the earth itself. Her black hair falls in waves, catching the light like silk, and every inch of her body tells a story. She’s curvy, with just enough softness to make me want to reach out and hold her, and there's a confidence in the way she carries herself that makes my chest tighten.Her red strapless shirt hugs her like it was made for her, showing off the natural swell of her chest, and that brown flurry skirt… damn, it moves just right when she shifts, teasing me with every single movement. Her brown boots with heels make her legs go on for days, and I can already imagine how perfect they’d look tangled up with mine.She’s not just pretty, she’s got that raw kind of beauty, the kind that makes everything else around her fade into the background. I can’t lo
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I’m not sure I’ve ever been on a bed more comfortable than this. I wore Colton’s shirt to sleep, his bar soap smelt like actual daises, and the house reeked of hand made, I built it myself nonsense. God, I feel like throwing a tantrum. This stranger gave me a ride when I was stranded, and a place in his home, I could have been a serial killer. I sat up straight and exhaled.I could try to be less of a bitch. Hopefully, I’m not here for long, and I can meet with my mother and then head home. To where life truly is. Not on a farm, in a place that shouldn’t be on the map.Getting out of bed, I walked towards the window in time to see the sunrise. My god.... it’s beautiful. Wow. I can get the same view, from my penthouse. Only with less grass. Still pretty though.I’m just not a connect-with-nature kind of girl. Which reminds me, my charger is also in one of those bags that I left. God, my brothers must be losing their minds. I have to hurry. Get a bath, get
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★My mother seemed to have aged gracefully, and it infuriated me more than I expected. She looked like someone who hadn't endured the wreckage she left behind, someone untouched by the destruction she caused. I forced a tight smile, biting down hard on the bitter insults swarming in my head, begging to spill into the open. She looked at me, her eyes already swimming with tears.“My god, Vanessa, you’re all grown.”I felt the words cut through me like a knife. All grown. What did she expect after twenty years? That I’d freeze in time, waiting for her to decide we mattered again? I swallowed the lump in my throat and replied, my voice clipped, barely holding back the sarcasm.“Yes, twenty years apart does that. Uh, you look good. I didn’t know you had remarried.”Her face flushed, a fleeting expression of guilt crossing her features before she looked away. “I’m sorry... I didn’t want to explain everything over the phone. Come in, meet Tom and the kids.”Kids?
The world tilted. My stomach churned violently. I staggered back, clutching the edge of the couch for support before doubling over. I vomited into a nearby potted plant, the acidic taste burning my throat.“Vanessa, please—”“Don’t touch me!” I screamed, my voice raw and trembling as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. “You didn’t contact me because you missed me or wanted to fix things. You brought me here to save your other daughter’s life. Or that you have a grandson. You don’t even care how I’ve been, how your sons are doing, how Dad is coping—no, suffering—because of you. Do you even remember that the mate bond doesn’t break just because you left? You're not even divorced! You didn't have the guts to get the papers! Do you even know what you did to him? Does Tom know his wife is still tied to her soulmate? Both in bond and by state law?”“Vanessa, lower your voice!” she hissed, her eyes darting nervously toward the kitchen.“I will not!” I roared, my chest heaving. “You’r
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★My shoes and i are not made for the farm life. I don’t need to explore farms to know that to be the truth. The farm is huge, and a definite sign of generational wealth. According to colton, no one in the pack paid or built their house. His family did all that. They supply light, and water as well. All the pack members have to do is a pay a monthly sum, and help around the farm. Imagine getting a four bedroom duplex for three thousand dollars a month- which includes light, electricity, and water. That’s an insane deal if you ask me. How are the hayes family not broke with this sort of hospitality?The biggest houses on the land belonged to his family. His house has a total of seven bedrooms, from what i gathered, and I’m guessing so do the others. This excludes the two living rooms, two extra guest bathrooms, the basement, attic, library and office. This man is rich rich. My family aren’t poor, the only reason we have a house in manhanttan is because m
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I knelt beside my father, the midday sun streaming through the cracks in the barn walls, casting sharp beams of light onto the straw-strewn floor. The warmth of the day made the air heavy, mixing the scents of hay, manure, and the sharp tang of Mila’s labor into something almost suffocating.Mila lay on her side, her flanks trembling as she fought through another contraction. Her sides heaved with the effort, and she let out a low, guttural moo, her eyes wide and rimmed with pain. My father crouched beside her, his hands steady and sure as he murmured soft reassurances.“Easy now, girl,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “We’re almost there. Just a little more.”The sweat on my brow had nothing to do with the heat of the day. I wiped it away with my sleeve, glancing at my father for guidance. Despite his calm exterior, the furrow in his brow told me he was concerned.“She’s struggling,” I said quietly, watching as Mila tensed again, another contraction rippl
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★Rachel was complaining about Ezra, and how he’s taking Benny on a week trip out of the city. Without her. She’s upset because she can’t do anything, if she goes to court Ezra will win. He knows the best lawyers, and it also doesn’t help that one of the best divorce lawyers is Lincoln. Our older brother. I listened as much as I could while the heat was trying to melt me. God, I’m gonna need another shower. Why the fuck is it so hot here? And Colton’s house has no air conditioning. It has fans. But what good will those do for me?“- I’m so frustrated. Can’t he just talk to me? What is wrong with him?”I sighed. “Rachel, I am stranded in this town for the next few months. I cannot be the buffer between you and Ezra. Talk to my father, he might be able to help. Or here’s an idea, Rachel give him some space. Ezra is feeling hurt and vengeful right now. The only reason he’s trying to think rationally is because you two have Benny. Let him take Benny for the br
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★It was buried.Like someone had wanted it to be.I’d been combing through articles for hours, the motions mechanical now, almost numb. My mind was on autopilot—just picking through keywords, cross-referencing names, digging into obscure land deals that didn’t make sense, tracking down vague, half-mentioned connections between people who seemed irrelevant at first glance. The rabbit holes I’d gone down had been endless, some of them leading nowhere. But I couldn’t stop. I had to find something. Anything besides what I found about the drug dealer. Still, I wanted more details. My eyes were aching, and my fingers were numb from tapping the keys. I was running on nothing but cold coffee and the burning need to dig deeper. I had spent the better part of the morning and afternoon chasing down leads that now felt pointless. But then… I found it.It was another old article, buried under thousands of newer headlines, hidden like someone had intentionally tucked i
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I stayed long enough to make sure they both ate. Ashley had come down minutes after I'd urged Samson to bathe and dress in something else. He didn't need my judgment and neither did she. Didn’t matter that it was just eggs, pancakes, and the last of the sausage from the freezer. I stood in that damn kitchen like a drill sergeant, arms folded, watching Samson poke at his plate like food was something foreign. Ashley sat across from him, silent, her eyes rimmed red but dry now. She wouldn’t meet my gaze. I didn’t ask her to.I didn’t ask them anything.I just waited, and eventually they started eating. Slowly. Quietly. But they ate.That was enough for now. They drank some juice and told me they'd be staying indoors for the day. Well, not Ashley. Catia was coming to take her to her place so she could be away from Samson.Once I was sure they wouldn’t go back to bed hungry, I stepped out and headed down the porch stairs. The air was already thick with humidity, t
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 The water ran hot over my shoulders, and for a while, I just stood there, letting it scald the edges of everything I didn’t want to think about. My hands braced against the tiled wall, breath slow, heavy. It didn’t do much to rinse away the ache in my chest—but it helped. Just a little.It was easy to smile around Vanessa, but away from her, my brain was starting to think again. I'd love to have my ability to think fucked out of me. When Vanessa and I have sex, I can only think about her. I do love just thinking about her. It's better than thinking about all the problems in my life. By the time I dried off, dressed, and placed my hat over damp curls, the morning had already fully settled in. Vanessa hadn’t moved from her spot in bed when I peeked into the room again—still buried in her research, sharp as ever, focused like she was stitching the world back together with a single thread. She didn’t even look up when I asked her if she'd need my truck to go into
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I barely noticed the time passing.The world had narrowed down to my laptop screen, the dull hum of its fan, and the occasional click of my nails against the keys. Morning light had crept in slowly through the window, shifting from gray to gold while I chased paper trails and public records down digital rabbit holes. Every tab I opened spun into another, and another—property deeds, business filings, court case summaries, suspicious shell companies that seemed to tie back to a single name again and again.Alina.She was careful. Calculated. Her name was rarely listed, but the fingerprints were there—metaphorically speaking. I was stitching together something ugly. Bigger than what Colton had suspected. It wasn't just a bad deal gone personal. She was tied into something far-reaching. And worse—she was good at hiding in plain sight. I didn’t have the full picture yet, but I had the edges. And the more I found, the more certain I became: this was more than r
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I woke up warm.Not just in the way that meant the blankets were doing their job—but in the way that made my chest ache. Like a fire had settled there overnight. Slow, steady, and kind.Colton's arm was wrapped around me, his hand resting just below my ribs, his body curled into mine like he always belonged there. My cheek was pressed against the solid muscle of his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat—slow, even, completely at ease.It made me want to cry. In a good way. Maybe. This must be the good thing about having a partner. You're never truly alone. And if you want to be alone, you can. Take a moment to yourself. It works if you have someone who understands. Do I suddenly believe love strengthens and fixes everything? No. Heck, who knows if our relationship would stand the test of time. Who knows how this might end? In an affair? God I hope not. If Colton suddenly decides he's actually found his Mrs right, I'll kill them both. I nestled closer t
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 I must’ve misheard her. No way she just said—Vanessa narrowed her eyes like she could feel my doubt. “I’m in love with you,” she said again, firmer this time. “I am. And when you said you wanted more than casual... well, I want that too.”My heart damn near leapt out of my throat. My wolf—usually quiet and brooding—sank somewhere warm and content like he’d finally been fed after starving.She said she loves me.I stared at her, stunned into silence for maybe the first time in my entire life. Vanessa. The girl who ran from any emotional talk as if it were fire. Who flinched at the mentions of true love, side-eyed people talking about mates and marriage, ducked out of the room when things got too real—just said she loved me. Out loud. On purpose.And she hadn’t even looked away. She stood there, her chest rising and falling like she was bracing for something, arms crossed like she needed to hold herself together. But she was still standing, still meeting my eyes
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I could have gone to my bedroom to take this call, but I didn’t want to go that far.. I stopped in the hallway, just out of earshot. I’m not the type to run from my problems. Hell, I run right into danger, that’s just who I am. But I’m avoiding the main conversation with Colton. I want to have it. I want to talk about it. I want to say, yeah, I want more than casual with you, too. I want more, I love you. I don’t know how or when I fell for you, but it kind of just happened. However, I cannot throw my whole life away. Long distance won’t work for us.... i mean, fuck, why am i even thinking about this?I brought my eyes back to my phone.The number was unfamiliar, but I answered it anyway, partly because I needed a distraction and partly because a flicker of dread told me who it might be.“Hello?” I said cautiously.There was a pause. Then a shaky inhale.“Vanessa?” a voice I hadn’t heard in days, maybe weeks, not in person, not like this. But I knew it i
▄︻デ══━一 COLTON HAYES💥 After a moment of watching the lake, each of us silently making a plan in our heads, we decided to return home.We didn’t say much on the walk back. Vanessa kept close, her steps quiet but fast to keep up with mine. The storm had left behind a world slick with mud and the chill of lingering rain. Trees dripped steadily, and the sky overhead was still a dull sheet of grey, hanging heavy like the grief inside me.By the time we stepped back into the house, I shrugged off my damp jacket and tossed it on a hook. Vanessa followed, tugging her sleeves down her wrists like she was trying to ground herself. The house was too quiet without the family. Too hollow. The air still smelled like breakfast and loss.“Coffee?” I offered, needing something to keep my hands busy.She nodded, and we moved into the kitchen. I prepped the machine in silence, only the gurgling hum of it filling the space between us.“I was thinking…” she said eventually, leaning on the counter, “we s
★。\|/。★VANESSA DAVIS★。/|\。★I arrived back at the farm—Colton’s house—just as the sky slipped further into gray.From the second I parked, I knew something was off. The driveway was clear. No voices floated from the porch. No creak of floorboards or clatter of kitchenware inside. It was empty.Too empty.I stepped out of the Jeep and onto the damp ground, the air thick with leftover moisture and the scent of wet wood. The storm had passed, but the rain hadn’t fully let go. It lingered in droplets that clung to the leaves and coated the windows like tears that didn’t know how to fall.Inside the house, the silence clawed at me.“Colton?” I called out, voice echoing just slightly. No response. My footsteps padded quietly over the wood floors as I walked from room to room, scanning for any sign of him.Nothing in the kitchen.Nothing in the living room, either of them.His phone wasn’t on the charger. His keys were gone.A slow panic started bubbling in my stomach.I checked the front p