*BRIANNE’S POV*“Marcus?!” I whispered, the name slipping from my lips before I could stop it.He stood tall, his dark hair rumpled by the wind, his eyes locked on me with a familiar intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. My pulse quickened, and for a moment, it felt like the world around me stopped. Everything else….the noise of students, Mary’s chatter—all faded into the background.Mary followed my gaze, her face twisting in confusion. “Marcus?”Her tone was sharp, catching onto the tension immediately.My feet felt rooted to the ground, a thousand emotions crashing over me at once—anger, confusion, and even a flicker of something I didn’t want to admit. He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to be anywhere near me.Marcus’s lips curved into a half smile, but there was something unreadable in his expression, something that made my stomach tighten. Slowly, he started walking towards us.“Bri?” Mary’s voice cut through my haze. She tugged on my arm, her eyes darting b
*BRIANNE’S POV*I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, my thoughts swirling like a storm I couldn’t control. Seeing Marcus again hit me harder than I ever imagined. It was as if the air had been sucked out of me when our eyes met. I had told myself I wouldn’t care if I saw him again, that I had moved on, but the knot in my stomach told me otherwise. My chest felt heavy, the weight of memories I thought I had buried now clawing their way to the surface.I hadn’t left my room all day, the soft glow of the afternoon sun peeking through the curtains now beginning to fade as evening settled in. Every time I Closed my eyes, a familiar scent…yet distant, haunted me. It was like he was both there and not there, lingering in my mind as if to remind me of what we once were, of everything we never became. I shook my head, trying to get rid of this image, but it clung to me stubbornly.I sat up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. The room felt suffocating. My breaths were shallo
*BRIANNE’S POV*Nobody in the pack knew. Only close family knew, and they wouldn’t say anything.Unless someone was watching.The thought crept in slowly, like a shadow in the corner of my mind. What if Marcus had been watching me all this time? What if he had never really left, and I just hadn’t seen him?The idea was unsettling, and it sent a chill down my throat.I walked over to the window and pulled the curtains open. The night sky stretched out before me, the moon casting its pale light over the streets.From here, it looked very calm, and serene, but I knew better. I had learned long ago that the world wasn’t always as peaceful as it appeared. Secrets were lurking in the dark, things hidden just beneath the surface.I leaned against the window for the second time. I couldn’t afford to let Marcus get into my head. Not again. I had spent too long rebuilding my self-esteem when he left. Too long convincing myself that I was better off without him.And now, just as I was finding my
*BRIANNE’S POV*The sun was blazing hot as I stood at the edge of the training field. I watched as wolves, in both human and beast forms, fought against each other.Dust kicked up around then, and the sound of fists connecting with flesh echoed in the air. I should have been focused but my mind kept drifting elsewhere.I kept dodging punches from my sparring partner, but my attention always slipped away. Every time someone growled or shifted, my heart pounded…not out of fear, but from impatience.Jordyn—I needed to see him. He was all I could think about. My muscles ached, sweat dripped down my back, but it wasn’t the physical strain that weighed me down. It was the gnawing anxiety about the conversation I needed to have with him.I couldn’t concentrate on the drills, or the shouted commands for the instructor. My body reacted on instinct, moving when necessary but never fully engaged.The idea of seeing Jordyn consumed me. I had to tell him about Marcus. That was at the front of my
*BRIANNE’S POV*Her eyes, a sharp and piercing blue, held a certain calmness, yet something about them made me uneasy. She carries herself with an air of effortless grace, her long, dark hair cascading down her shoulders in soft waves. The fitted black dress she wore clung to her figure in a way that seemed both elegant and deliberate like she knew exactly the kind of effect she had on people.For a moment, was frozen, caught off guard by her presence. I wasn’t sure if I should ask who she was or if she was someone important I should’ve already known. There was one thing disarming about her…liked she didn’t quite belong here, yet felt entirely at home.“Can I help you?” She asked, her voice polite, but with a subtle edge I couldn’t quite place.I looked around anxiously, the sense of unease growing with each passing second. I hadn’t expected anyone else to be in Jordyn’s office.“Uhm…I was just looking for the Alpha,” I stammered, my fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of my dre
*BRIANNE’S POV*The world seemed to collapse around me. The words echoed in my mind, a painful mantra that I couldn’t escape. My knees felt weak, and I stumbled back a few steps, feeling as if the floor had been ripped out from under me. My breaths became heavy and ragged, and I could hardly comprehend the weight of what I had just heard.I stared blankly at Janette. The weight of her words hung in the air, pressing down on my chest until it became almost unbearable.‘Amelia?...pregnant…with Jordyn’s child?I blinked, trying to make sense of it, but it felt like the ground beneath me was falling away, leaving me in a freefall with no sense of direction. My heart pounded in my chest, loud and erratic, as if it too was struggling to understand what I had just heard. The air felt too thick, as though I couldn’t get enough oxygen, no matter how hard I tried to breathe.Amelia…Jordyn’s ex. The woman I had only heard about, never truly seen as a threat—until now. How could she be pregnant?
*BRIANNE’S POV*My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t breathe like the wall was closing in around me. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but all I could manage was a broken whisper.“Why didn’t you tell me?”Jordyn took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he looked down at the floor, unable to meet my gaze. “I was going to,” He said finally, his voice low and strained. “I just…I didn’t know how.”“You didn’t know how?” I repeated, disbelief and anger bubbling up inside me. “Jordyn, this is your child! How could you not tell me?”He flinched at the harshness of my words, but I didn’t care. I was hurt, I was angry. And I deserved answers.“I was trying to protect you,” He said softly, his eyes finally lifting to meet mine. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”“Too late for that,” I whispered, my voice breaking as the first tear slipped down my cheek. “You already did.”Jordyn’s eyes locked with mine, and I could see the conflict churning behind them. He swallowed hard befor
*BRIANNE’S POV*I slowly brought the spoon to my mouth, but the food tasted sour. I paused, staring at the spoon for a moment before setting it back down on the plate. Around me, the clinking of cutlery against plates, the soft murmurs of conversation, it was all so…normal. But inside, my mind was anything but normal.I glanced around the table, my mother was sitting across from me, her attention focused on slicing through her steak. My father, to her left, was sipping his wine slowly, his gaze occasionally flicking to the evening news playing quietly in the background.My brother sat next to me, seemingly engrossed in his, as if the world outside the screen didn’t exist.To anyone else, it looked like an ordinary family dinner…a quiet, uneventful evening.But inside me, a storm was brewing.I couldn’t focus on the food, nor could I keep track of the conversations drifting across the table.How could I sit here, pretending everything was fine, while my entire life felt like it was fal