Ruby’s POV“Who the hell was that?” I whispered, though my voice might as well have cracked the tension wide open.The room fell silent after that question. You could feel the tension in the air. I looked at Roman, and he looked back at me with a tight jaw and darker eyes than usual. I hadn’t even noticed I was clenching my fists. The twins across the room stayed completely still, not reacting at all.Roman stepped forward, his voice dropping low but firm. “Wait… why didn’t you two tell us about this?”Little Ruby raised her chin, defiant but not disrespectful. “You wouldn’t have taken us seriously if we did.”Rhett nodded, crossing his arms. “If we didn’t have proof, you'd have thought we were just being paranoid. You all would’ve.”“No, honey. We would’ve listened,” I tried gently, but the moment the words left my mouth, I knew they rang hollow.Little Ruby gave a tiny scoff. “You definitely wouldn’t, Mom.”My chest tightened.“It all started after Aunt Jean died,” Rhett said, voice
~Ruby’s POV~"No, no, Roman!" I yelled, my voice breaking. "This is a mistake! You have to tell them!""Stay with the kids," he said instead, like he already knew there was no talking his way out of this.The enforcer kept going. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."Roman stayed still as stone."You have the right to an attorney."His hands—those strong hands that had once shielded me, carried me, built a life around me—were now locked behind his back like he was some criminal."If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."“Someone do something!” I pleaded, spinning toward the council members standing nearby, toward the familiar faces of our pack, hoping—begging—for someone to step in. "This is a misunderstanding!"But they didn’t move. They didn’t even lift their heads.One by one, they dropped their gazes to the ground, shame or fear—or both—etched into their faces. Silent. Powerless. Complici
~Ruby's POV~"And I am his Luna.”The room erupted. Chairs scraped the floor, and voices overlapped each other."You'll drag us all down with him!""Think of the pack, not your pride!""Abel won't wait forever!"I held my ground. "Roman has always protected this pack. You think Abel will show you mercy if you turn on your own Alpha? You’re fools if you believe that."Dorian slammed his hand on the table. "Your loyalty will cost lives!""My loyalty," I said slowly, each word sharp enough to slice the tension around me, "is the only reason you are still standing here arguing and not running for your lives already."A silence fell, heavy and loaded.I saw the fear etched deep into their faces. It wasn’t me they feared. It wasn’t even Roman.It was Abel.Cowards.I felt it in my blood—the old part of me, the part connected to the bond Roman and I shared, still strong even now."If anyone wants to challenge me for the right to speak for this pack, step forward now."Silence.Not a soul mov
"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
If you're wondering how it all led to this moment, where Roman is staring at the twins with wide eyes and confusion, it’s time to revisit the past. The story that began not with love, but with a fateful marriage of convenience, where neither Roman nor I could have foreseen what would come next.SEVEN YEARS AGO"Do you, Ruby Blackwood, take Alpha Roman Wilder D’Angelo as your loving husband...?" The priest's voice echoed in my ears.My heart skipped a beat as he read out the vows, each word drawing me deeper into a reality I had not chosen.How did I end up in this situation? Marrying someone I'm meeting for the first time today, a man I know only by reputation—powerful, ruthless, and feared by all.The truth stung even more because it should have been my cousin, Esperanxa, standing here today, not me.She was meant to be the one sacrificed as a bride to secure my uncle's alliance with the D’Angelo pack."Ruby?" The mention of my name snapped me back to the present. The faces around me
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came. My throat felt tight, and my brain scrambled to make sense of the chaos spinning inside me. The dull pounding in my head grew louder, syncing with the frantic beat of my heart.How did this happen? The last thing I remembered clearly was his lips on mine, and then—my gaze drifted down to where the sheets barely covered Roman's body.Oh God. What had we done?"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" Roman repeated sharply as he pushed himself up. His emerald eyes were no longer hazy with alcohol but hardened with confusion—and maybe regret."I—I don't know," I stammered, instinctively pulling the sheets up to cover myself. Heat flooded my cheeks as flashes of last night hit me like a freight train. The kiss, the roughness of his touch, the hardness of his member in me, the feverish way we collided into each other, desperately seeking something neither of us could define. And now this—the cold, harsh reality of daylight exposing everythin
The cab's tires crunched on the gravel as it pulled up outside the mansion. My mansion—or at least, it had been. Now it stood like a mausoleum of my father’s legacy, taken over by a man who had no right to the empire my father built.I fumbled with the money and paid the driver, my fingers still trembling from the shock of Roman’s rejection. My entire world had collapsed in the space of a few hours, and now I had nowhere to go but back to the house I once called home. As I handed the driver the cash, I caught my reflection in the window. I looked like a complete stranger with my pale, drawn face. My long black hair, which is usually neatly combed, was tangled, and my eyes were red and puffy from holding back tears."Thanks," I muttered as I climbed out, my legs still unsteady. The driver gave a curt nod, and as the cab pulled away, I stood frozen, staring at the mansion. The last time I was here, I had been forced into a marriage I didn’t want, but now... what was I? A castaway. U
“Ruby… why do they look like me?”The question hit me like a punch to the gut. I felt the blood drain from my face as I looked up to meet Roman’s gaze, his dark eyes filled with confusion—and something else I couldn’t quite place. For a moment, I was frozen. I couldn’t find the words, couldn’t even think of how to respond. But I had no intention of answering that question here, not in front of my children.I stood up, holding Rhett and Ruby’s hands tightly, pulling them closer to me. “Come on, Rhett. Come on, Ruby. We’re leaving.” My voice was steady, though my heart was racing.“Wait… Ruby,” Roman said, taking a step toward us, his voice more urgent now. “You haven’t answered my question.”I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My children were my priority—always. I tightened my grip on their hands and continued walking toward the exit. “Hey!” Roman’s voice grew louder, frustration creeping into his tone. I felt his hand wrap around my arm, pulling me to a stop. “Ruby, I’m talking to you.”I
~Ruby's POV~"And I am his Luna.”The room erupted. Chairs scraped the floor, and voices overlapped each other."You'll drag us all down with him!""Think of the pack, not your pride!""Abel won't wait forever!"I held my ground. "Roman has always protected this pack. You think Abel will show you mercy if you turn on your own Alpha? You’re fools if you believe that."Dorian slammed his hand on the table. "Your loyalty will cost lives!""My loyalty," I said slowly, each word sharp enough to slice the tension around me, "is the only reason you are still standing here arguing and not running for your lives already."A silence fell, heavy and loaded.I saw the fear etched deep into their faces. It wasn’t me they feared. It wasn’t even Roman.It was Abel.Cowards.I felt it in my blood—the old part of me, the part connected to the bond Roman and I shared, still strong even now."If anyone wants to challenge me for the right to speak for this pack, step forward now."Silence.Not a soul mov
~Ruby’s POV~"No, no, Roman!" I yelled, my voice breaking. "This is a mistake! You have to tell them!""Stay with the kids," he said instead, like he already knew there was no talking his way out of this.The enforcer kept going. "You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."Roman stayed still as stone."You have the right to an attorney."His hands—those strong hands that had once shielded me, carried me, built a life around me—were now locked behind his back like he was some criminal."If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you."“Someone do something!” I pleaded, spinning toward the council members standing nearby, toward the familiar faces of our pack, hoping—begging—for someone to step in. "This is a misunderstanding!"But they didn’t move. They didn’t even lift their heads.One by one, they dropped their gazes to the ground, shame or fear—or both—etched into their faces. Silent. Powerless. Complici
Ruby’s POV“Who the hell was that?” I whispered, though my voice might as well have cracked the tension wide open.The room fell silent after that question. You could feel the tension in the air. I looked at Roman, and he looked back at me with a tight jaw and darker eyes than usual. I hadn’t even noticed I was clenching my fists. The twins across the room stayed completely still, not reacting at all.Roman stepped forward, his voice dropping low but firm. “Wait… why didn’t you two tell us about this?”Little Ruby raised her chin, defiant but not disrespectful. “You wouldn’t have taken us seriously if we did.”Rhett nodded, crossing his arms. “If we didn’t have proof, you'd have thought we were just being paranoid. You all would’ve.”“No, honey. We would’ve listened,” I tried gently, but the moment the words left my mouth, I knew they rang hollow.Little Ruby gave a tiny scoff. “You definitely wouldn’t, Mom.”My chest tightened.“It all started after Aunt Jean died,” Rhett said, voice
~Kai’s POV~I crossed the living room, heading toward the counter where I had last dropped my tablet. I was still trying to go over the document but right now, I just needed something smaller and lighter.Except when I reached the table, something felt… off.“Good afternoon, Kai,” two familiar voices chirped in unison.I looked up—and there they were. Little Ruby and Rhett, seated like innocent cherubs on the chair, surrounded by toys and wide-eyed expressions that were just a little too wide.“Afternoon to you, too,” I said, trying not to sound suspicious. “What are you two up to?”“Nothing,” Little Ruby said, fiddling with a small plush bunny.“Just playing with our toys,” Rhett added, stacking blocks as if he were being filmed for a commercial.I nodded slowly, eyes drifting to the table.“Where’s my tablet?”Rhett glanced at his sister.“We have no idea,” Little Ruby said quickly, far too quickly.“Really?” I asked, arching a brow. “Because I left it right here. “Are you sure you
~Roman’s POV~I wasn’t even fully out the front door when I caught sight of Kai’s car pulling into the driveway. I stopped, watching as he parked with none of his usual chill. That was my first red flag.Kai wasn’t just my Beta or my best friend or just a tech genius—he was my anchor in chaos, always playful, always steps ahead. But right now? The way he slammed the car door and stalked toward me… something was off.I didn’t even need to ask. “What’s going on, Kai?”He glanced around briefly, eyes sharp, voice low. “We need to talk. Like, right now.”I nodded and gestured toward the house. “Alright. Let’s go inside.”“No. Somewhere private.”That made my stomach twist a little. Kai never needed “private” unless it was something massive—something ugly.As we made it into the house, he scanned the hallway like a detective on edge. “Where’s Ruby?”“Probably upstairs or around. Why?”Kai didn’t stop walking, just muttered, “She should be here too.”I frowned. “You can just tell me. I’ll p
~Roman's POV~I woke up suddenly, heart racing and sweat dripping down my forehead. I was breathing heavily, as if I’d been running in my sleep. Abel's smirk was all I could see behind my closed eyes, clear as day. Even though he was behind bars in my dream, I felt the real sense of being trapped. I could still hear his voice echoing in my mind.“You’re building a kingdom you can’t control, little brother.”I ran a hand down my face, shaking off the memory. Just a dream. Just a dream. I glanced at the digital clock blinking on the nightstand: 9:42 a.m. Damn early for this much mental chaos.Beside me, Ruby stirred softly, her arm slipping over my chest. Her fingers brushed my skin absentmindedly, warm and grounding. I turned to her, letting the sight calm me—dark lashes resting on her cheeks, that faint line between her brows when she dreamed. She looked peaceful, untouched by the nightmare that had clawed through my head. I let out a long breath and tucked a strand of hair behi
~Little Ruby’s POV~It was really, really late when the ceremony ended. My eyes were so sleepy that they kept trying to close on their own. Rhett was walking like a zombie beside me. The grown-ups said goodbyes and thank-yous, but all I wanted was a pillow and a blanket.“Are we not going home?” I asked, rubbing my eyes.Mom looked at Dad—well, and they did that grown-up eye talk thing.“Not at all,” Mom said, fixing my hair gently.“It’s late already. We’ll deal with all that tomorrow. For now, you have to rest,” Dad said, and his voice sounded kind of soft like it did when he used to read us stories.They led us into the guest room together and tucked us in—one by one. Mom kissed my forehead, and Dad did the same.“Alright then, have a good night,” she whispered.“Goodnight, kiddos,” Dad added, and the light clicked off.Now we were alone. And my eyes are wide open. I tried to sleep. I really did. But my brain didn’t wanna listen.Because I saw her.That lady.The one from the party
~Little Ruby’s POV~Few hours ago…“Come on, kids, we're running late!” Aunt Helen's voice echoed from the living room.I pulled my socks on in a rush. “Coming, Aunt Helen!” Rhett shouted before I could say it first.I pouted as I looked in the mirror. “We should’ve just slept over after the wedding,” I said, brushing my hair quickly.Rhett sat on the bed, trying to fix his shoelace. “Oh yeah? And we couldn’t just because you forgot your gown.”I narrowed my eyes. “So you’re trying to put the blame on me?”He shrugged like it was nothing. “Not exactly. But we do know whose fault it was.”Before I could throw my hairbrush at him, the door swung open.“Oh you two,” Aunt Helen said, her hands already on her waist. That meant trouble. “On your feet. Now.”We both jumped up like soldiers. Rhett almost tripped over his own shoe.“Remind me again—why are we going there?” Rhett asked as he walked out behind her.“I thought the wedding was done,” I mumbled, still grumpy.Helen turned to us as
~Ruby’s POV~Sunlight streamed into the room, shining brightly through the light, flowing curtains that danced in the breeze. I blinked slowly and felt the soft silk sheets against my skin, reminding me that I wasn’t in my old home anymore. This place felt new, different, and—most importantly—safer.Being back here in the Silver Frost Pack House brought back memories—memories that I’ve tucked down deep in the abyss of my mind. But none of that mattered as much as the warmth that pulsed quietly through my heart. A warmth I hadn’t felt in years.I sat up, running a hand through my hair, exhaling deeply. The scent of sage, firewood, and freshly baked bread drifted in from somewhere down the corridor. Even with the grandeur surrounding me, it wasn’t the luxury that settled my nerves—it was the laughter I could hear in the distance. The twins. Safe. Happy.And Roman.A soft knock echoed from the door before it cracked open. “You’re awake,” came his voice, deep and calm.He stepped insid