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
Emma’s POVThat morning, I was getting ready to go back to work after a week of vacation. After making sure everything was ready, I prepared a simple breakfast for my four children. Adney, Adolf, Ainsley, and Allonza were sitting neatly at the dining table, each with a bright smile on their faces. I could feel the warmth in my heart seeing them so calm and obedient.“Allonza, are you ready for breakfast, honey?” I asked the youngest, who was busy drawing something on a paper napkin.“Yes, Mom,” Allonza replied with a small nod. She immediately put down her crayons and started eating.Ainsley, who was sitting next to Allonza, looked at her sister with a slight smile on her face. “Mom, last night Allonza said she dreamed of playing in the park again. Let’s go to the park again tomorrow, okay?” I smiled, stroking Ainsley’s hair gently. “If I am not busy, we’ll definitely go there again.”After breakfast was over, I took them to day
Emma’s POV "Yes, but you didn't tell me the real reason. I heard rumors about a man who keeps following you. Is that true?" He looked at me sharply this time, as if trying to read my mind."That's my business, not yours," I said firmly. I wasn't going to let him pry into my personal affairs. Matthew was always like this, wanting to know more than he should."You know, Emma, I could make your life harder here if I wanted to. I have the power to do that," he threatened, but I just smiled a little."You tried, Matthew, and look where I am now. I'm still here, doing my job well," I replied. I wasn't going to back down just because he tried to scare me.Matthew looked annoyed by my answer. His face turned red, but he tried to hide his emotions by taking a deep breath."Don't be cocky, Emma. Remember, I'm the one calling the shots here. If you don't cooperate, I can easily get rid of you," he said in a lower tone, trying to sound mo
Emma Parker's POV “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. I responded with a soft moan, words feeling inadequate to express the intensity of the moment. Our clothes seemed to disappear with a sense of urgency, each piece discarded on the floor. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, his strength a comforting anchor in the swirling chaos of our desire. We tumbled onto the couch, a tangle of limbs and breathless gasps. His touch was everywhere, exploring, and teasing, and I matched him with equal fervor. The world outside ceased to exist; there was only the two of us, lost in this heady intoxication. His lips traced a path down my neck, his hands exploring the curves of my body as if mapping them for the first time. “Do you want this?” he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. “Yes,” I breathed, my voice trembling with anticipation. He entered me then, a sensation so intense that it stole my breath away. We moved togeth
Logan Carter's POV “Train properly. Keep this in mind! What were you born for? What is your life goal? Never waste training, even underestimate it. Your passion is difficult to control. I don't want to hear anything bad in the future. Even if you do things out of control, remember that I will gladly beat you all up. Remember that!" I grew up in the Crescent Moon Pack which is not far from the human city. We were born for a purpose. For that reason, I teach the young wolves to always stick to their goals. And their birth was no coincidence. Of course, there must be a purpose. That's why I'm strict with them, even though I don't care about my clan, I won't do this to them. I will let them live as they wish. Just like all humans, werewolves also have to be educated from childhood, it's not that far, right? The only difference is strength and transfiguration. Only that. The phone rang which broke my focus. I stayed away from the area where the young wolves were doing training. Witho
Logan Carter's POV At first, I wasn't interested in those kids, would it be good if I got to know them? What are the benefits of knowing them? But Scarlett Carter explained everything to me and said if I hadn't met her I would have regretted it for years if I passed her by. Scarlett Carter's talk was what made me interested in meeting them and of course, finding out about them. Scarlett Carter piqued my curiosity. This curiosity will disappear if I directly meet the person Scarlett Carter said. I stopped at the side of the road. My eyes caught four kids across the street amidst store-bought ice cream. It's just that I was a little confused, there was a woman with four children who was wearing the same clothes with a hat that covered her face. I observe their behavior with great attention. The long-haired woman carried her four children across very carefully. It's just that the hat blocking the four children makes me unable to see clearly, what do the children's faces look like? I
Emma Parker's POV My four children nodded, but unlike my two daughters, her attitude immediately changed. I sighed because I knew about my daughter's changes. How do I explain that her father is a pimp? Of course, she was ashamed of the actions I had done in the past. A man will never leave a mark, even if he is a pimp. The sensitive ones are women. She sells herself to pimps, not to pimps who sell themselves. That's how people think. This kid definitely doesn't know this. Or maybe they will get hurt later. Seeing how her mother treated her father was indeed inappropriate. I also don't want to destroy the parenting style that has been applied to my two sons and daughters. Even though I'm not right, I don't want my son to be like his father. After explaining well. However, they just nodded in understanding, but her attitude looked very disappointed. I certainly cannot be fooled by the treatment of my children. I am the one who looks after it, I have always been there in every dev
Emma Parker's POV I refute what Joseph Guezz said about asking about my children. How could he think of that? he won't let Joseph Guezz know where my children are. I can still support my child without him. The proof is, that at the age of three years, they can develop well without any shortcomings at all. They live very well thanks to my hard work for four years. For that, they don't need a father. Let me take care of my four children. No matter how busy you are, two roles in one person. She can be a mother and even a father. It doesn't matter. My children don't want to leave my arms, they still look at life with me. Maybe what I will do is hide my child's whereabouts from the public. I will still look after my children "Then how much money did you make in one night?" I asked in a short tone. Joseph Guezz looked very relaxed, he played with the edge of the glass slowly with his index finger. Since then he has been teasing me with that little treat. "Five thousand dollars,