Dane cleared his throat and looked at Jean briefly before focusing back on me. “Alpha Damien wants you in his presence,” his voice smooth but edged with something sharp—an order disguised as a request.I swallowed hard, forcing myself to keep my expression unreadable. “Is that so?” I asked coolly, folding my arms across my chest to mask the trembling in my hands.Dane’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “Yes,” he said simply. “And he doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”My jaw tightened at the mention of Damien. It had been years since I’d last heard his name spoken aloud, but just like that, the memories came rushing back—his cold eyes, the weight of his commands, the impossible expectations.Aunt Jean squeezed my hand again, grounding me. I looked at her quickly, her face pale but determined. Her expression spoke volumes: Don’t do anything rash.I took a slow, steady breath before answering. “And what if I don’t want to see him?” my voice sharp but steady.The tension in the room thickened
“She can’t hide forever,” I said, pacing the office. My voice was calm, but beneath it was a storm brewing. “She’s good, but I’m better. Start digging—contacts, security footage, anything. She’s here, and I’m going to find her.”Kai nodded, his expression grim, his lips pressed into a thin line. “On it.”I left the room without another word, heading down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it for a moment, my thoughts spinning. How the hell had Ruby pulled this off?I stepped into the bathroom, the faint hum of the shower filling the silence as I turned the water on. The warm spray hit my skin, and for a moment, I let the tension in my muscles ease. But my mind wouldn’t stop racing.I had underestimated her. That much was clear. She was always sharp, but this? Leaving the kids behind meant she wasn’t running—not in the sense I thought. If she was planning to disappear, the twins would’ve been the first thing she took with her.“Then why
The living room felt like a snapshot of my past, frozen in time. Everything was exactly as I remembered—familiar furniture, design patterns on the walls, even the scent of sandalwood and aged books lingered in the air. Yet, the warmth that once existed here had evaporated, replaced by a tension so thick it felt suffocating.Damien gestured toward the couch. “Please, sit.”Liam and I exchanged a glance before lowering ourselves onto the leather sofa. It creaked softly under our weight, as if protesting our presence. Damien remained standing for a moment without removing his gaze, before he finally settled into the armchair across from us.His eyes shifted to Liam, sizing him up like a hawk studying its prey. “And who is this?” he asked smoothly, but with a sharp edge beneath it.“This is Liam,” I said in a steadfy voice. “My fiancé.”Damien’s eyebrows lifted slightly, a flicker of amusement crossing his face. “Fiancé, you say?” He leaned back, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “Hmmm.”L
I could feel the tension in the air as I stood firm, looking into Uncle Damien's glowing eyes. His presence was always intense, a heavy feeling I could never shake off. But this time was different."Choose your next words and actions carefully... Uncle Damien," I said firmly. For once, I wasn't afraid."You've grown some nerves, Ruby." His tone was as sharp as a blade. He leaned in closer, squinting as his eyes began to shine more brightly.I didn’t flinch. “You can growl and flash your glowing eyes all you want, Uncle Damien. You don’t scare me anymore.”His silence stretched, each second feeling like an eternity. He stared at me down, his chest heaving as he struggled to rein in his temper. Then, with a cold resolve, he stepped back, pressing his lips into a thin line."We're done here. Time we head back," he said, his voice cold and clipped."Gladly," I replied, brushing past him with a surge of adrenaline coursing through me. For the first time in my life, I had stood up to Unc
Liam leaned in, his lips quirking into a teasing grin. “Something like this?” he asked, pretending to lean in for a kiss.My heart skipped a beat as our faces drew closer. I swallowed hard, my gaze flicking between his eyes and his lips.“Hmmm hmmm,” I coughed, pulling back slightly. “Yeah, something like that. But only in front of Uncle Damien—not when we’re alone.”Liam laughed, leaning back. “Relax, I was just kidding. But... didn’t you say your uncle has eyes and ears all over the city?”I nodded. “He does.”“Then we’ll have to keep up the act all the time,” he said with mock seriousness, though the twinkle in his eye betrayed his amusement.I smirked. “Even Uncle Damien’s ears and eyes has limits. They can’t fit inside a cab with us.”“Hmmm hmmm,” Liam echoed, clearing his throat theatrically before leaning back.I pulled out my phone, scrolling through my contacts. “I need to call Helen,” I muttered.“You haven’t called her since we arrived?” Liam asked, his eyebrows shooting up
The morning air was cool, with a light smell of rain remaining after the early shower. Liam walked beside me as we made our way to the hotel gates. I let my thoughts wander, only for them to be interrupted by the sound of a car pulling up in front of us."Good morning, Mr. Reeves," he greeted, his voice steady."Morning, Austin," Liam replied casually, though his tone carried authority.I glanced between them, confusion knitting my brows. "What’s this about?”“Everything in place?” Liam asked the man, ignoring my question for the moment.“Yes, sir. Tested and trusted,” Austin confirmed with a small nod before slipping into the cab that had been trailing him.I crossed my arms and turned to Liam. “You bought a car?”“Rented,” he corrected, tapping the hood of the sedan with a slight smirk.“For what, Liam?” My tone carried more disbelief than curiosity.He shrugged. “I don’t like the idea of you hopping from one cab to another. So I rented this. For as long as we’re here.”“Liam—”“Whe
The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped out, my mind a haze as I planned for the rest of the day. That’s when I saw him.Roman stood there, his tall figure blocking the path, as if he’d been waiting for me.For a split second, my breath caught. I wasn’t shocked—no, I’d expected this. Sooner or later, we were bound to cross paths. The timing was surprising.“Roman.”“Ruby.” His tone was low, almost conversational. “We finally met.”I said nothing, holding his gaze as I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder.“So,” he continued, a sardonic edge creeping into his voice, “after all the tricks you pulled at the airport, pretending to travel alone…”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I replied, my voice level.“Cut the crap, Ruby,” he hissed. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. That little stunt you pulled—acting like you were traveling with the kids when, in reality, you left them behind.”I tilted my head, feigning thought. “Yeah… it worked, didn’t it?”His lips pressed int
"But this is a different situation," Roman added quickly, his tone pleading."I'm listening," I said, trying not to let my guard down but still, I couldn't help but notice Roman stealing glances at me.He seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally coming out and saying what he had intended to say. "Ruby, we don't have to go through all that.""Let's not waste our time and cut straight to the point."A smirk appeared on his lips as he replied with what I wasn't expecting. "Same way we didn't waste time on our wedding night?I felt my cheeks burning, and it was only when I felt his breath against my neck that I realized how close we were."Are you flirting with me, Roman?""What if I was?""Well, you can keep doing it. It's not like we're in a hurry."His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face. "You were always a bit of a rebel, weren't you?"You don't know the half of it.""Then show me," he whispered.It wasn’t intentional, but somehow, the conversation had shifted. The tea
~Ruby's POV~The tires barely crunched over the gravel before I saw them—Helen, the kids, Keely, Esperanza—all standing outside the house like they were waiting for something spectacular.Well… maybe they were.They held handmade signs above their heads. One in Little Ruby’s unmistakable handwriting read: Welcome Back! and another, messily painted in glitter and marker, said: TELL US EVERYTHING!Roman laughed as he stepped out of the car, squinting against the afternoon sun. “Looks like we’ve got a welcoming committee.”I didn’t even get a chance to grab my purse before the twins launched themselves toward us. Roman caught both of them in his arms with ease, lifting them off the ground and spinning them around. They squealed with delight, tiny limbs flailing mid-air.“Good to see you two,” Roman said, his voice softer than usual. The kind of tone I’d only ever heard him use with them.“Same here, Dad,” they chimed in unison.“How was your vacation?” Rhett asked, ever the polite one.
~Ruby's POV~I woke to silence.No breath against my neck. No warmth tucked behind me. No Roman.My hand instinctively reached for the other side of the bed, but the sheets were cold, untouched. I blinked, sitting up slowly and brushing strands of hair out of my face.That’s when I saw it—folded neatly and left in Roman’s unmistakable scrawl on the pillow beside me.“Wear something pretty. I’m stealing you away at 6.”I stared at it for a second too long before letting out a quiet scoff. “Roman,” I murmured with a small smile, clutching the note for a moment before setting it down on the nightstand.The evening was quiet; the cabin was quiet—too quiet. No hum from the bathroom, no clinking of cups from the kitchenette, not even the rustle of papers or faint footsteps. Just me, the distant ticking of the clock, and… my stomach rumbling like it had a score to settle.“Damn,” I mumbled, placing a hand on my belly. “Calm down.”I grabbed one of the leftover cookies I found in the fridge a
The past three days have been wonderfully fun, and today, being the fourth, wasn't going to be any different. The moment we stepped into the cobblestone square of the old town market, I felt her energy shift.Ruby slowed down, taking in the quaint charm like it was something out of a fairytale. String lights crisscrossed overhead despite it being daytime, casting soft golden hues across the worn stones beneath our feet. Colorful stalls lined both sides of the street, selling everything from handwoven baskets to carved figurines and spices in little muslin pouches. The air smelled of roasted almonds, cinnamon, and woodsmoke.“Whoa… this is beautiful,” she murmured, eyes wide, voice soft with awe.I tried to hide the grin tugging at my lips, but failed. “Told you I had good taste.”She rolled her eyes, not even trying to fight the smile that followed. “Don’t be full of yourself, Roman. You just got lucky.”“Uh-huh. So yesterday’s waterfall was luck? And the valley before that?” I shot
~Roman's POV~The second day of our little escape began with nothing but sun, wildflowers, and an open valley. The scent of spring was thick in the air—crisp grass, blooming petals, and that earthy sweetness that only comes when you’re far from city noise. For once, everything felt… quiet. Still. Like the world had decided to hold its breath and just let us exist.We rode out into the valley after breakfast, the horses crunching over gravel and dry brush. Ruby looked ahead with this gleam in her eyes like she was ten again, wild and unbothered. She had insisted she was a "natural" at horseback riding.I should’ve known better.We had barely ridden into the open stretch when her horse wandered off-course, heading toward the ridge with a mind of its own. Ruby’s posture tensed, both hands gripping the reins like they were her last lifeline.“Whoa—okay. Alright, not funny,” she muttered, trying to redirect the horse, but it kept veering left.I didn’t even laugh. Not yet. I kicked my
Ruby’s POVThe next morning came faster than expected.Roman had been up early—earlier than me, which was a rare occasion, but it shouldn’t have surprised me too—and had already packed both our bags by the time I made it downstairs. He was standing near the door, arms crossed, looking smug as hell.“You ready?” he asked, that crooked little grin playing at the corners of his lips.I narrowed my eyes at the sight of the duffle bag slung over his shoulder. “What exactly are we packing for?”He raised a brow. “A break.”I folded my arms. “Roman D’Angelo, you said peace—not mystery.”He chuckled. “It’s a peaceful mystery. You’ll like it.”“You’re terrible at surprises.”He leaned in and brushed a kiss to my cheek. “And yet, I keep trying. That has to count for something.”Despite myself, I smiled.We left just before noon—Helen waving us off with a mock salute and a muttered “Godspeed” as Rhett and Little Ruby shouted goodbye from the porch. Esperanza had already set up an emergency gro
~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