Emma's POV
As the door closed behind me, I leaned back for a moment, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. Joseph's voice still rang in my ears, as if he was still here, bothering my mind with his unreasonable demands.I shook my head, trying hard to erase the image of that strange man from my mind. I had to focus on my children now. I could hear fussing from the living room, which meant that all four of my children were getting restless.As I walked into the living room, I saw them running around. My two boys, Adney and Adolf, seemed to be busy playing tag, while my two girls, Ainsley and Allonza, sat on the sofa with toys in their hands. However, even though they looked calmer, I could see signs of fatigue on their faces. They needed a rest."Adney, Adolf, enough playing, it's time for bed," I said in a firm tone, hoping to stop their commotion. Adney, who was always the most difficult to control, immediately put on a protestinEmma's POV I heard the ticking of the clock in the kitchen, and somehow it made me feel even more depressed. I sat at the dining table, staring at the cold cup of tea in front of me. The night felt so long. I wished I could shake this uneasy feeling, but the more I tried, the harder it became.Joseph said he would be back. The thought made me feel uneasy. What would he do if I refused again? Would he keep pushing? Or maybe he had other plans? I didn’t know, and the uncertainty made me feel even more depressed.Maybe I should find a way to get him to stop coming here. But how? I couldn’t let him continue to interfere with my life like this, but I also didn’t want to get involved with him any further. Whatever he wanted, I didn’t want to get caught up in his game.But as I thought about it all, I realized there was one thing that bothered me even more: was it possible that, despite all his weirdness, Joseph wasn’t as bad as I thought? Was it possible th
Logan's POV I couldn't ignore the thought of Emma and her children, no, my children. I was so sure of it, and this belief kept me thinking of ways to get closer to them without making Emma feel forced. I knew she was uncomfortable with my presence in her house, but that wouldn't stop me. If she couldn't accept my presence well, then I had to find another way to be near them, even from a distance. The past few days, I started to keep an eye on Emma's movements. I wanted to know what her routine was like, how she took care of her four children, and maybe, find a way to get close to her. I spent most of my time in the car, hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the street, watching her every step. I felt like a stalker, but I didn't care. This was all for their good, and maybe for my own. Mornings were usually the busiest time for Emma. I saw her leaving the house with her four children Adney, Adolf, Ainsley, and Allonza, carrying a large bag filled with school supplies. Allonza, always
Logan's POV As I got closer, Emma suddenly turned her head and looked at me. Her face instantly changed, from calm to full of annoyance. I could see the hatred in her eyes, and it only made me more interested. "What are you doing here again?" Emma asked sharply, trying to keep her angry voice from being heard by the children. I smiled faintly behind my mask. "I just wanted to see you, Emma. See our children." Her face flushed with anger. "They're not your children, Joseph! And I told you, don't ever come near me again!" I could feel her anger and fear. She was trying to protect something, but she couldn't get away from me. I wasn't going to give up so easily. Ainsley, curious, approached, wanting to know who this strange man was talking to her mother. I lowered my body, eye level with Ainsley, and tried to smile warmer. "Hi, you must be Ainsley. Pretty name for a pretty girl." Ainsley looked at me with sharp eyes, just like her mother. "I don't want to talk to you," she said c
Logan's POVAfter leaving the park, my thoughts kept wandering to Emma and her children, our children. I drove aimlessly, just letting the wheels spin, while my mind was busy thinking about my next move. Meeting them today, even in a tense situation, was a reminder that I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.Emma was stubborn, but I could tell she wasn't completely closed to the idea of me wanting to be a part of the children's lives. She might not admit it, but there were small moments, maybe just glimpses, where I felt hope.But I also knew that I couldn't keep pushing like this. I had to be smarter and more careful in approaching them. Emma was clearly still carrying a lot of pain from the past, and I couldn't blame her. But the children shouldn't have to suffer because of the mistakes I made. They deserved a father, even if it was a man with a dark past like mine.The next day, I decided to take a different approach. I sent each of the
Emma's POV I just smiled, though there were so many things behind that smile that I wanted to say. "Yeah, they do brighten up my days," I replied quietly. Scarlett put her cup down and looked at me more seriously. "But I can see that something is bothering you, Emma. You don't seem like yourself. What's wrong? Is there something bigger going on?" I paused for a moment, feeling my doubts take over. I wanted to tell her, but there was so much I had to hide, especially about who Joseph really was. But Scarlett was my best friend, and I felt the need to share at least some of what was going on. "There's someone..." I began, my voice shaking slightly. "Someone from the past who came back and messed everything up." Scarlett looked at me intently. "Someone from the past? You mean, someone you used to be close to?" I nodded, feeling the weight lift off my chest little by little. "His name is Joseph. He's come back into my life, and... he's bothering not only me but the kids as well."
Logan's POVI sat on the edge of my bed, staring blankly at the wall of my room. My mind was filled with images of Emma and her children. Damn it. Why did everything have to be so complicated? I squeezed my hands until my knuckles turned white. Why was I still thinking about Emma? I already knew the answer, but damn, I felt like I was getting caught up in a whirlwind of feelings that shouldn't be there.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. But, before I could fully sink into my thoughts, my bedroom door suddenly swung open. Scarlett was standing there, her eyes sharp on mine."What the hell, Scarlett? Have you never heard of 'knock' before entering someone's room?" I asked in an angry tone.Scarlett just smirked, then walked in as if she had every right to be there. "Calm down, Logan. I just met someone you know."I frowned, no time for Scarlett's games right now. "I don't care who you meet. Get out of here, Scarlett."
Logan's POV "Scarlett, I know my responsibilities," I said softly, trying to convince myself as much as I was trying to convince her. "But Emma... she and the pups... they're important to me too." Scarlett looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "I understand, Logan. But you must remember, your responsibilities as Alpha are not something you can ignore. The young wolves need your guidance. They need you to be the leader they can depend on." Her words echoed in my mind. I had neglected my duties for too long and been distracted for too long by feelings and desires I should have been able to control. But could I really abandon Emma? Ignore the four pups I felt were related to me. I hung my head, feeling the weight of the choice I had to make growing. "Scarlett... I'm caught between two worlds. I want to be with Emma, I want to get to know the pups better. But on the other hand, I can't abandon this pack." Scarlett leaned in, patting my shoulder gently. "You don't have to choose
Logan's POV The next morning, I returned to the villa, the place that had once been the center of everything. There were so many memories and responsibilities attached to this place, and it felt strange to be here after so long, like returning to a world I had once left behind. In front of the villa, the young werewolves had gathered, waiting eagerly, though they tried to hide it behind their nonchalant demeanor. They all looked at me, waiting for instructions. I looked around, seeing young faces, full of enthusiasm, but also with the arrogance and self-confidence that only those who had not yet experienced the outside world could have. They reminded me of myself, full of ambition, eager to prove myself, but not knowing what they were really getting into. "Alright," I said, my voice louder than I had intended. "Let's begin." They immediately moved into position, showing their readiness for whatever I had to say. One by one, I checked their formation, making corrections here