*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
*BRIANNE’S POV*The room went deadly silent. My father stood there, his chest heaving, his face twisted with anger and regret. My mother gasped from across the table, but she didn’t move, her hands frozen mid-air as she stared at us in horror.For a moment, everything seemed to stop. My cheek burned, throbbing with the force of the slap, but the pain in my chest…what was happening inside me was so much worse. My father had never hit me before. Never. And now, everything had shattered in an instant.I took a shaking step back, my vision blurring with tears, but something else caught my father’s eye. His gaze dropped to the side of my neck, and his expression shifted from anger to something far worse. His face paled, his eyes widening as he saw itThe mating mark.His lips parted, his face contorting in disbelief. “you…” He started, his voice barely audible. “You’re…mated to him?”I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. The shock of everything that had just happened was still settling in, and my
*JORDYN’S POV*(Few weeks ago)I stormed out of the council room, slamming the heavy oak door behind me. The muffled echoes of the council elders’ voices continued inside, still debating, still trying to dictate my life. My jaw clenched in frustration as their words played in my mind.“Brianne is too weak. She will never be able to lead alongside you. She isn’t worthy of the title of Luna.”Their narrow-mindedness irritated me. The woman I was destined to be with. Brianne wasn’t weak…far from it. She had endured so much and faced so many struggles. The very fact that she had survived this long was proof of her strength. And even if she didn’t have their traditional image of a Luna, I didn’t care. I was the Alpha. I chose my mate, not them. And my mother, her support wasn’t much better. She wanted a political alliance, someone with a strong bloodline. But that wasn’t what I wanted, and that’s not what my pack needed. I wanted someone I loved. Someone I could trust. Someone who made me
*JORDYN’S POV*I stopped pacing and turned to face her, trying to gather my thoughts. “What do you want from me, Amelia? What are you hoping to get from this?” I asked in a devastated tone.“I don’t want anything from you, Jordyn,” She replied quickly. “ I just wanted you to know. I’m not asking you for anything.”Should know? Of course, I needed to know. But now what? What was I supposed to do with this information? I had a mate, I hate a future with Brianne. And now, there was this baby. My baby.“How long have you known?” I finally asked, my voice barely steady.“Not long,” She admitted, her gaze dropping to the floor. “A few weeks.”I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. A few weeks? That meant she had been dealing with this on her own, without telling anyone. But what am I supposed to do? This changed everything. Brianne... How could I even begin to explain to her?“I need time,” I said, my voice hoarse. “I need time to figure this out.”Amelia nodded, wiping her eyes again.
*JORDYN’S POV*Days had passed, and I was no closer to finding the right words to tell Brianne. Each night, I’d lie awake thinking about how she’d react, how she’d look at me when I told her I was about to become a father. My heart sank every time I imagined her face, the inevitable shock, and perhaps the anger or pain that might follow. But I couldn’t keep it from her much longer. She deserved to know. I just hoped this wouldn’t drive a wedge between us.I called Josh earlier in the day and asked him to set up one of my houses for a special dinner. It was one of the more secluded properties I owned, far away from prying eyes. It would be the perfect place to have an intimate evening, just the two of us. I thought about how I’d frame it. Dinner first, ease into the night, and then…I’d tell her about Amelia. About the pregnancy. And then, I’d beg for her forgiveness.But as the time drew closer, I felt the knot in my stomach tighten. What if this ruined everything? What if the moment I
*JORDYN’S POV*We ended up in a bedroom, clothes discarded hastily on the floor, our bodies pressed together as if trying to become one.The kiss became more heated, more desperate. My fingers tangled in her hair, tugging gently as I pressed her back against the bed. Brianne’s hands roamed my shoulders, her nails lightly grazing my skin, sending shivers down my spine.“I need you,” I whispered, my voice rough with desire as I pulled back slightly to look at her. Her eyes were dark with the same intensity, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gazed up at me.Without another word, I leaned down, pressing my lips to the soft skin of her neck. I felt her shudder beneath me, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I trailed kisses down her throat. Every soft gasp, every moan, every touch fueled the fire building between us.It was intense, the way we moved together, the way she made me feel. And as I hovered over her, staring into her eyes, I felt something strong stir inside me. T
*JORDYN’S POV*I stepped into the room, where Amelia lay still, her eyes closed. Seeing her like this, so vulnerable, stirred something inside me, even after everything that had happened between us. She was carrying my child, and no matter what, I had to make sure she and the baby were safe.“Amelia,” I said quietly, standing at her bedside. She stirred, her eyes fluttering open.“Jordyn?” Her voice was weak, barely above a whisper. “What…what happened?”“You collapsed,” I explained, keeping my voice gentle. “You’re in the hospital. The doctors said you’ve been under too much stress.”She blinked as if processing the information. “The baby…is the baby okay?”“The baby’s fine,” I reassured her, my hand hovering over hers but not quite touching. “But the doctors say you need to take it easy from now on. No stress, no pressure.”Amelia nodded slowly, though I could see the worry still visible on her face. “I didn’t mean for this to happen, Jordyn. I’ve been trying to keep everything toge
*JORDYN’S POV*Amelia was sitting in the living room, curled up on the couch with a blanket draped over her shoulders. She looked up as I entered, her eyes tired out but grateful.“Hey,” She said softly.“Hey,” I replied, walking over to sit across from her. “How are you feeling?”She gave a small shrug, her eyes falling to her hands. Better, I guess. It’s just been a lot, you know? Everything’s been overwhelming.”I nodded, understanding more than I wanted to admit. “I get it. But you’re safe here. You don’t have to worry about anything.” I said.Amelia looked up at me, her eyes searching mine for something—reassurance, maybe. “I don’t want to be a burden, Jordyn. I didn’t come back to cause problems.” She complained.“You’re not a burden,” I said firmly. “This is my responsibility too. I’m not going to leave you to deal with it on your own.”She nodded, but I could see the uncertainty in her expression. There were things left unsaid between us, things we hadn’t yet addressed. But I