[--Esmarie Cruz--] Kaiser gave me a genuine look. “I’m conflicted, that’s the truth. I don’t know what I want. I’m afraid to court you and form a relationship because I know the default setting in my brain is to run when things get dire. But at the same time, I want to be better. For myself, and for you. Because I’ll admit, while I tried very very hard each day to enjoy life... when I wasn’t high, drunk, or lost in a sex haze, my mind would always go back to that night what I could have done differently. It stunned me when I realized I wasn’t running from my parents, but from you instead. You were the past I was trying to keep at bay.“I hate that my family hurt you, and I hate that everything I do ends up hurting you more. So I don’t know, esmarie. If I’m given a chance to redeem myself, I can’t promise I won’t run away. But I’ve been seeing Doctor Jacobs, and I’m trying to be a better man. I don’t like i
[--Esmarie Cruz--]Doctor Jacobs pulls Kaiser out of the house to talk while my brain spins on what the hell just happened. Kaiser told me to reject the mating bond, I did it, so why do I feel like I just made a huge fucking mistake? Kaiser drives me insane. The doctor left soon after, and I focused my energy on taking care of my twins not the confusion going on in my head. It’s hard to focus with Kaiser constantly confusing me.I sigh softly, and the rest of the night passes by quickly. I awoke in the middle of the night, stumbling out of my room to the kitchen to get some water. I found Kaiser there, a bottle of vodka and coke in front of him. He poured them into one cup and looked up when he heard my footsteps approaching.“What are you making?”“You don’t wanna know.”“Back to drinking?”I inquired, reaching into the fridge for a cold bottle of water, and I was searching for some aspirin. Thankfully, kaiser drinks alot so he keeps medicine in almost every cabinet in every room in
[--Esmarie Cruz--]“Okay, I can understand that. But what about the Darkwood? How did that come to be?” I asked, leaning in with curiosity as he ran a weary hand over his hair, pushing it away from his face. Kaiser looked even more exhausted, shadows deepening under his eyes. If only he would just get some rest, but I knew better than to bring it up right now. I had more pressing questions, and the Darkwood situation topped that list. I needed to know what it meant for us—if I could finally breathe a sigh of relief, maybe even celebrate.“Elias owns the region where the Darkwood pack is located,” he began, his voice tinged with frustration. “Technically, I’m here illegally. You can’t just cross over into a new region on a whim. There’s a mountain of paperwork involved. You’re supposed to inform the regional leader, declare where you’re coming from, and state your intentions—it’s a process designed to keep everyone in check. I wrote down that I was coming from beyond the four regions e
[--Kaiser Volkov--]Esmarie’s face lit up when I told her about the Darkwood pack’s shutdown. The relief was mutual, like a weight we’d both carried was finally lifted. To be fair, I’m starting to learn that besides my past I have other things to worry about. I’m looking into the mole who told Elias about my deal with the vampires. But I’m trying to celebrate the little wins. The Darkwood pack will be gone. Right now Elias is having the people kicked out.That place held the worst memories for us both—memories I tried not to think about, memories that often haunted my nights. Knowing it would soon be no more brought a strange sense of closure, a flicker of happiness. But it was only a flicker, dimmed by the exhaustion that clung to me like a second skin.I hadn’t slept properly in days. I’d tried to make up for it by working late in my office, but even there, I was restless. Sleeplessness wore at my nerves, fraying them, and I knew I was reaching my limit. Today, I’d made the decision
[--Kaiser Volkov--]/Dear Kaiser Volkov, I can't pretend this is a letter of kindness or warm rewards. we've been keeping close tabs on you since the day we discovered you'd run away. and I know we treated you wrong but now is the time to make amends. Dad, Mom, and I are currently homeless. I’m not sure if you heard but the Darkwood pack is officially no more. You know we never worked much and we've used every last bit of our money, we're also in debt since.... I know this must be hard for you to hear, but Esmarie passed away. she took her life a year after you left. we had spent that year taking care of her so we accumulated alot of debt. we need you now. we know you're a big shot alpha, a famous one who wants nothing to do with his family. but we just need a place to stay until we can get back on our feet. please respond soon, or we might find ourselves living under a bridge. Please help. Your older brother, barry./The letter crinkled in my grip as I re-read Barry’s words, each
[--Esmarie Cruz--]“Say mama?”Elijah spat out a bubble of saliva and chuckled before attempting to rub it all over himself. Kaiser took us to a doctor for a check-up when I discovered that my less than three-month-old baby was teething, and they’d added ten pounds. Which is healthy for them, but so fast. God, they’re growing at a tough speed.The doctor said I should expect them to be fully developed at the age of one. But he told me after that they’d start growing normally. This was common for alpha babies to jump from one week old to look like they’re three years old when they’re only one. Sometimes only seven months.It’s scary. They won’t be babies for much longer than five months, heck that’s if I’m lucky. I’m feeling scared.Kaiser has stuck to a plan of teaching me how to fight with a knife and without one. He’s also trying to get my omega to loosen up and shift. I got some tests done, my system is fine so my omega should be normal soon enough.Water splashes on my face, bring
[--Esmarie Cruz--]After psyching myself up, I finally started to move towards the staircase.I jogged up the steps, my breath quick and shallow from the exertion, my heart pounding in my chest as I made my way to the office. I had no idea what Kaiser had in store, but I had a feeling it was going to be something out of the ordinary. As I approached the door, I saw him standing outside, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark eyes fixed on me with that knowing, almost mischievous look. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there, a quiet presence that made me feel like I was being watched more closely than usual.“What’s the surprise?” I asked, trying to keep the curiosity out of my voice but failing miserably.Kaiser’s lips curled into a subtle smile, his eyes flicking to the side before he nodded toward the hallway. “It’s on the roof. Come.”I raised an eyebrow at him. “The roof?”He didn’t respond with words but instead turned on his heel, heading down the hall with purpose
[--Esmarie Cruz--]We lingered on the rooftop a while longer, letting the quiet of the night sink in, a silence that seemed to speak louder than any conversation we might’ve had. Kaiser leaned back, eyes drifting over the stars, and then, breaking the stillness, he turned to me and asked, “What do you want to do with your life?”The question hung in the air, simple yet profound, as I stared up at the half-moon and the countless stars scattered across the sky. I hadn’t really thought about it in a long time. Sure, I was raising my twins and doing my best to keep everything together day by day. But dreams? Ambitions? I wasn’t sure I had any left, at least not in the way people usually talked about them. I mean, here I was, approaching thirty, with two little ones counting on me. Was there even space in my life for something like a dream? And if there was, what would it look like?I felt the weight of my thoughts pressing down as I considered his question. College had never been a path I
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I'm not entirely sure when Esmarie and I rounded off our conversation and made our way back into the house, but we did. It felt like one of those surreal moments where the world fades into the background, and for once, everything just clicks. I couldn’t stop replaying her words in my head, letting them wash over me like a balm to wounds I didn’t even realize were still open. The thought of being allowed to have a relationship with her—being given that chance—made something in my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t used to.It was all part of my grand scheme to seduce her, and it worked out well.Tch. Part of me wanted to punch the air, another part wanted to groan because I could practically hear my wolf laughing at me. There wasn’t some master plan to seduce her. I hadn’t been sitting around with a blueprint labeled Operation Win Esmarie’s Heart—but here I was, somehow making progress despite myself. Despite the universe actively choosing to expose all of my darkest
[--Esmarie Cruz--]After the festivities of the evening, watching the vibrant fireworks and basking under the serene glow of the blue moon, Kaiser drove us back home. The ride was a quiet one, the kind of silence that feels natural after a long and eventful day. I felt a sense of peace, mixed with exhaustion and a tinge of happiness. The twins were snug in their car seats, their soft breaths barely audible but enough to remind me of their comforting presence. Kaiser seemed at ease as he drove, his usual stern features softened by what I could only describe as contentment.There wasn’t much to say between us, and the silence stretched comfortably. I found myself lost in the hum of the car’s engine, my thoughts wandering back to the festival. The glow of the moon, the music, the laughter of the crowd—all of it replayed in my mind like a pleasant daydream. Every now and then, I would glance at Kaiser, trying to decipher his thoughts, but his focus remained on the road, his expression unr
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I sat at Martha's booth, working alongside her and spending the majority of the day helping to feed people. It wasn’t something I had expected to enjoy, but as the hours went by, I found myself actually looking forward to it. The rhythm of chopping, stirring, and serving felt comforting in a way I hadn't anticipated. The people who stopped by were all so kind, and their smiles after tasting the food made it all the more rewarding. Each compliment was like a small victory, and by the time the afternoon began to fade, I was proud of what we had accomplished. The booth was buzzing with energy, the air filled with the mingling scents of freshly cooked dishes. But underneath the pleasant hum of conversation and laughter, there was an underlying current of nervous excitement in me. The twilight ceremony was only a few hours away.I was both nervous and excited. It was my first time experiencing the twilight ceremony. The anticipation, the magic of it all, stirred somethin
[--Esmarie Cruz--]The next morning, I woke up nestled in Kaiser’s arms. The sensation was disorienting—unfamiliar yet oddly comforting. My first instinct was to pull away, but a part of me hesitated, feeling a strange sense of safety I hadn’t expected. The light filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in soft hues, and I could feel his slow, steady breathing as he stirred awake beside me. His eyes fluttered open, meeting mine briefly before we both groaned in unison. It wasn’t irritation or frustration; it was more of an unspoken agreement to set aside whatever had happened the night before. Without exchanging a single word, we moved apart, a mutual understanding that today would start fresh as if yesterday’s events were a story meant to be rewritten.I slipped out of the blanket- not sure where it came from, the chill of the morning air hitting my skin, and began to stretch the stiffness from my body. Kaiser rolled onto his back, running a hand through his tousled hair, befo
[--Kaiser Volkov--]After Esmarie sobbed into my arms, her body trembling as if her emotions had drained every ounce of strength she had left, I let her stay there, holding her tightly. My shirt was damp from her tears, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to let go, not yet. She needed this moment, and, truth be told, so did I. There’s something about seeing someone you care about break down in front of you that makes you want to fight the entire world to make it right.She said some words to me, but it didn’t really feel like we were speaking about it. She had been focused on me rather than what I had revealed. God, I consider my luck turning. If not, there’s no reason for her to be in my arms instead of across the street screaming bloody murder at me.Once her breathing evened out and her sobs softened, I hesitated before speaking. I knew what I had to say would only add to the storm swirling in her mind, but I couldn’t keep it from her. Not now. Not when I was trying so damn hard to p
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I dropped to my knees, the weight of everything hitting me all at once. My legs buckled beneath me as if they couldn't support the burden of the truth Kaiser had just revealed. I clutched at his arms, fingers trembling as they gripped the fabric of his shirt. My chest heaved with ragged breaths, and I fought to keep the overwhelming emotions from spilling out all at once."I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The words cracked as they left his lips, soft and almost hesitant. He didn’t move to embrace me right away, though I could feel the tension in his arms. His restraint was deliberate, his way of giving me the space I might need to process this. It was so him, but not him at the same time. Sometimes careful careful, sometimes he thinks of me first. And yet, his quietness only made it harder. It made me feel annoyed at myself for not being more pissed off at him.What is this weakness of an emotion?I shook as waves of emotion rolled through me—a
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I didn’t think it was possible for things in my life to go from bad to worse. I honestly didn’t think that was possible.There are a million things I expected to hear from Kaiser in my lifetime, but none of them were the words that just came out of his mouth. My breath caught, and before I knew it, tears streamed down my face, silent but unrelenting. Throughout my years with the Darkwood family, I’d been told that my mother had abandoned me. That she’d disappeared because she wanted nothing to do with me. Barry made sure I believed that. He’d drilled it into my mind that she was cruel and only loved herself and money, that she’d walked away without looking back.While most of that was true, turns out that he’s not just a sadistic bastard but he’s a lying bitch who had always wanted to keep me trapped.Now, hearing the truth—that Kaiser was the one who killed her because they made him do it—it shattered me. Completely. My chest ached, and I could barely see through m
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I drove to Martha's house late in the night, almost midnight, exhaustion clinging to me like a second skin. My bones ached from the day's relentless grind, and my mind was teetering between shutting down and spiraling out of control. As I pulled into the driveway, I spotted the faint glow of the living room lights through the curtains. It didn’t surprise me to find Esmarie awake, sitting on the floor with her twins, who were transfixed by whatever cartoon Martha had queued up on the TV. Their big, drooling smiles and bubbling laughter were a stark contrast to how drained I felt. It was oddly comforting—just for a moment, anyway.Martha’s house always smelled the same: a blend of lavender air freshener and whatever was baking in her oven earlier that day. Which might have been nothing since she cooked at my house. Her place always smells like there’s a new meal in the oven waiting to be brought out.Tonight, it smelled faintly of cinnamon. I stood in the doorway, wat
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I met up with the assassin I’d hired after sending Esmarie home with Martha. The meeting was held in a secluded alley just outside the pack, the kind of place where shadows seemed to linger a little longer and the air always smelled faintly of damp concrete and regret. The man, tall and broad-shouldered, wore a plain black jacket and a hood that obscured most of his face. Not that it mattered—we didn’t need formalities, not in this line of work.When he approached, he didn’t say a word, and neither did I. We both understood the weight of unspoken agreements. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick envelope, holding it out with a steady hand. I nodded as I took it from him, a brief acknowledgment passing between us. No gratitude, no farewells. Just business. He turned on his heel and disappeared down the darkened alley, his steps quiet but deliberate.Wolves like him kill for cash—efficient, detached, and dangerous. He wasn’t the type to do favors, but our