Rejected on the night of a forced wedding, Ruby Blackwood finds herself cast aside by both the werewolf pack and her own family. Betrayed by those closest to her and stripped of her place as the Luna, Ruby is left to rebuild her life from the ground up. Seven years later, as a successful fashion designer and mother of twins, Ruby’s past collides with her present when Alpha Roman D’Angelo returns, demanding answers—and a second chance. But Ruby is no longer the weak girl he discarded, and this time, it’s her turn to either reject him or forgive and accept him.
View More~Ruby's POV~“SURPRISE!!” We all shouted, popping up from every corner like confetti cannons.Helen froze, her mouth parting in surprise. Her eyes filled with something I hadn’t seen in days—real joy.Keely stepped out from behind the couch and shouted, “Welcome back, warrior!”Esperanza handed her a paper crown that read Queen of Comebacks, placing it gently on her head.Rhett and Little Ruby hugged her tightly around the waist, careful not to bump her leg.And I… I just smiled. For once, things felt light again. Not perfect. Not healed. But lighter.And that was a start.The house felt different—brighter somehow, warmer in a way that had nothing to do with the lighting. Voices echoing over each other, plates clinking in the kitchen, laughter spilling out of rooms like music. For the first time in a while, it felt like a real home again.Helen stood at the center of it all, beaming like she’d just stepped out of a miracle. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes still glassy with emotion eve
~Ruby's POV~It had been over a week now.The night outside was cold, quiet—too quiet for a mind like mine that hadn’t rested in what felt like years. I was curled up on the couch, the throw blanket pulled to my chin, knees pressed close to my chest. The television was on but muted, the flicker of images dancing faintly on the wall. I wasn’t watching it anyway. My eyes were wide open, but my mind was somewhere far away, running backward like an old film reel.Everything had happened so fast.Aunt Jean’s death. Bronwyn’s murder. The ambush at the cabin. The WE Project revelations. The attack on Helen in this same house. Even now, when everything was starting to settle, it still felt like a dream. A bad one. The kind that followed you into the morning, clinging to the edges of your thoughts even after the sun rose.I tucked my feet deeper under the blanket.When we moved back with Roman, it hadn’t been by choice. It was about safety. Protection. We were all targets. Me. My kids. Every
~Roman’s POV~The grand hall of the Pack House was colder than I remembered. Not in temperature—but in silence, in the tension that gripped the walls like ice. I stood at the center of it all, straight-backed and unyielding, though every step inside felt like trespassing across the bones of my past. Familiar faces stared back at me—pack warriors, curious onlookers, council elders seated in their formal robes like ancient statues.They whispered. Of course they did.“What’s he doing here?”“He was banished.”“Is he insane?”“He’s going to get himself killed.”I kept my eyes ahead, ignoring the murmurs from the crowd. My hands were steady. My pulse was not.Elder Cael stood slowly from the council bench. “You violated your sentence, Roman D’Angelo. You were banished. To return is an act of rebellion punishable by death.”The words lingered in the air, serious and heavy. I didn’t react at all.“I didn’t come here to defy,” I said in a controlled voice, “I came in peace. I came to protec
~Ruby's POV~I didn’t even realise I was crying until I felt the sting of salt against the cuts on my cheek. My arms were full—one child cradled on each side—and my legs barely kept pace as I pushed forward, praying we’d make it out before something else went wrong.Rhett’s limp grew heavier with each hurried step, but he clung to me with everything he had. Little Ruby had her face buried in my neck, her tiny breaths trembling against my skin. Blood had dried beneath her nose, crusted against her upper lip. I kept brushing her curls from her face, murmuring like a chant—words meant more for me than for them.“Almost there, babies. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Just a little more.”The hallway ahead was a blur of dim light and flickering shadows, but I caught the movement before the face. Kai. He was hobbling toward us, his lip split, bruises painting one side of his face, but gods—he was smiling.“Hey!” he called out, breathless, in a hoarse but warm voice.The twins stirred in my arm
~Roman's POV~"Get the twins. I’ll handle this,” I said, never taking my eyes off Abel.Ruby hesitated beside me. Her eyes flickered between Abel and me, searching my face for any sign that I was bluffing. I wasn’t. Not this time. She knew it too—because she nodded once, reluctantly, and turned on her heel, disappearing with Kai down the hallway to find the kids.And then it was just us.Me and him.The air seemed to thicken as the door clicked shut behind Ruby. Abel stood a few feet away, arms casually at his sides, but the smug curl of his lips gave away how much he enjoyed this moment.I cracked my knuckles, slowly, deliberately. “No more games.”He arched a brow, amused. “Isn’t that what you always said? Life’s a game?”I took a step forward. “Not when my family’s involved.”The smile stayed on his face, but something shifted in his jaw—a brief twitch, a crack in the polished mask he wore like armor.He knew. He knew I wasn’t bluffing either. This wasn’t just another chess ma
~Ruby's POV~“Get the twins. I’ll handle this.”Roman’s voice cut through the tension. “Go.”I froze for just a heartbeat—long enough to hear the blood pounding in my ears, long enough to taste the panic rising in my throat.“Go, Ruby,” he said again, more firmly this time. I nodded, barely able to swallow the lump lodged in my throat. My hand found Kai’s arm instinctively, and the two of us bolted through the narrow side entrance, slipping past the perimeter before anyone could notice.The compound's interior was worse than I imagined. The air felt heavy and stale, filled with the smell of damp wood and something unpleasant. The flickering overhead lights suggested they hadn’t been fixed in a long time. Paint was peeling from the walls in long strips, looking like withering leaves. With each step I took down the narrow hallway, the sound echoed around me.“Which way now?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Kai hesitated at the fork ahead, his eyes darting between two dim cor
CHAPTER : Trackers~Roman’s POV~Kai had been quiet for a few minutes, walking around the old warehouse. The sky was cloudy, and the air smelled like rust and old oil—heavy and damp. It was the kind of smell that stuck to your clothes and made your mouth taste bitter.I tightened my jaw and looked again, half expecting something to jump out from the shadows. The windows were either shattered or boarded up, and the walls were mottled with old graffiti and creeping ivy. Somewhere nearby, a pipe dripped steadily—one of those sounds that grew more annoying the longer it went on.“Roman,” Kai’s voice called.I moved instantly, my boots crunching over gravel and broken glass as I rounded the corner of the building. Ruby followed close behind. Neither of us spoke, but I felt her tension just as I felt my own.Kai stood near a rusted panel of metal, his hand tracing something on its surface.“There,” he said, stepping back so I could see it clearly.Etched deep into the metal wall was a smal
~Ruby's POV~The antiseptic smell of the hospital was starting to cling to my skin. That mix of alcohol, bleach, and something sterile that never lets you forget where you are. The steady beeping of the monitors was the only sound in the room, steady like a ticking clock, each one a reminder that this was real.Helen lay in the bed, her face pale, her leg elevated and wrapped in white bandages, bruises painting her skin in shades of angry violet and fading yellow. She looked so small under the thin sheet. Too still. Too quiet.I sat beside her, a damp cloth in hand, gently wiping the sweat from her forehead, though I wasn’t sure if it was from pain or the leftover adrenaline. She was stable. That’s what the doctors said. Stable. But it didn’t feel like enough."This is all my fault," I whispered, more to myself than anyone. "I shouldn't have left you alone, Helen."My voice cracked, and I held her hand tightly like I could anchor both of us here in this moment, away from the chaos
~Roman’s POV~ “The kids are missing.”I stood up quickly, and my chair scraped loudly against the floor, breaking the silence with a sharp sound. My heart raced in my chest.Everything stopped.The tension grew until it finally broke, similar to the moment when you turn a key in the lock just before the door swings open.“What do you mean missing?” I asked sharply—at least outwardly.Abel didn’t flinch. He never did. He was still leaning on his chair like this was any other conversation. As if what he just said wasn’t enough to rip through the fragile calm I’d been forcing down all day.“Calm down,” he said, brushing imaginary lint from his sleeve. “Could be nothing. You know the way children are.”“Could?” I repeated incredulously, pushing past that last thread of patience.He gave a lazy shrug. “Be rest assured, I sent people to look.”That was when I moved.My hand was already on his collar before my mind caught up. The force of my grip slammed him against the wall, rattling the
"And the award for Best Fashion Designer goes to... Ruby Blackwood!"My heart stopped. I heard the applause, but it was distant, muted, as if I had momentarily detached from the present. Me? Ruby Blackwood, Best Designer of the Year? It felt surreal.I stared at the stage in disbelief. The host smiled brightly, waiting for me to claim the award. The room, full of clapping and cheering people, seemed to blur as I tried to process what was happening.Suddenly, a small hand tugged at mine, snapping me back to reality."Mummy!" Rhett’s excited voice pulled me back to the present as he grinned up at me, pointing toward the stage. "Aren’t you going? They’re waiting!"I blinked, my pulse quickening. "Oh my God," I whispered under my breath, shaking off the daze. How could I forget? I had won! I had won.With shaky hands, I stood up from my seat, smoothing down the fabric of my black gown as I tried to compose myself. I could feel the eyes of the entire room on me, but amidst the sea of fa...
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