VENITA:Sasha had finished her treatment and, to our surprise, couldn't remember a thing about the incident. She acted perfectly normal, and it was easy to forget the panic that had gripped us. We headed back to our new home after Dr. Grant assured us that Sasha was completely fine. I settled her in, and now we found ourselves at the kitchen's entrance, deciding what to make for her because her appetite seemed insatiable."Mom, how about cheesecake?" she asked, pouting her lips and crossing her arms.For a moment, I was lost in admiration for my beautiful daughter, whom I had nearly lost. "Whatever you want, my darling, we'll make it.""Cheesecake. Let's make a big one for everyone and save some for Mr. Kurt. Speaking of Mr. Kurt, I haven't seen him."She was right. Landon hadn't returned since he rushed out of the hospital. It was now past two in the morning, and there was still no sign of him. I couldn't help but wonder if he had eaten or if everything was alright. Then, I mentally
LANDON:As I continued working into the night, my surroundings faded into a blur, and time seemed to slip away. The seriousness of the recent revelations hung heavily on my thoughts. Dr. Grant's information about Sasha's condition and her impending shift had me on edge. My wolf was persistent, nudging at my consciousness, urging me to embrace the transformation that had become second nature to us. With a sigh, I yielded, undressing quickly, and letting my wolf win by transforming.In an instant, I shifted, my form melding from human to the magnificent white wolf that was my other half. The freedom that came with the shift was reliving. The transformation from a human into a werewolf was a breathtaking yet agonizing journey that I was all too familiar with. It always began with an unsettling sense of restlessness as the moon's influence became more pronounced. My heart quickens, echoing the rapid pace of my racing thoughts, and my senses sharpen to an almost overwhelming degree.It pro
LANDON:I sat alone at a sophisticated five-star restaurant, my patience growing thin as the minutes crawled by. Having arrived half an hour early, I dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, my sharp green eyes scanning the entrance with anticipation. Mirage was late, a predictable move, but I knew the show had just begun. Finally, Mirage strolled in, a stunning sight with her vibrant red hair trailing down her back. Her presence exuded confidence, bordering on arrogance, and I had to admit, she knew how to command attention. She was dressed in a short, strapless red gown that defined her curves, flaunting her charm and charisma with each graceful step. As she approached, I rose from my seat, putting on the front that was necessary for a meeting like this. Her ego demanded a display of public affection. I embraced her, the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of fellow diners providing the soundtrack for her late entrance. Mirage pulled me in for a kiss, her voice a sultry whisper, reminiscin
VENITA:I dropped Sasha off at school, and with Landon caught up in his business duties, I decided to wait near her school for the dismissal time. It made more sense than making an extra trip. I settled in a peaceful park not too far from Sasha's school, where the gentle breeze and the melodious songs of chirping birds provided a calming atmosphere. I needed this time alone to gather my thoughts, away from the complexities that surrounded me. Watching the kids play, and the parents chasing after them, brought a brief smile to my face. I was living a part of my childhood through those youngsters. I was determined to give Sasha the experiences she deserved. One of those was having a loving family. Despite the challenges life had thrown my way, I held onto the dream of giving Sasha what my parents had: true love and a complete family. My worries nagged at me, though. I feared I might never find the right person to be a great father for Sasha, something she longed for deeply.Sitting on
VENITA:When I explained our situation to Sasha, she displayed no negative attitude. She seemed to understand and, in a way, even looked happy about being here. Landon had her go upstairs while he and I had a talk.Landon's instructions were straightforward. "Living here is simple, Venita. I don't appreciate loudness. No snooping around. No gossiping. Keep me updated on your whereabouts; you're an adult, and I understand. Who you choose to be with and when isn't my concern, just let me know. You don't just bring anyone here. Make sure you both eat properly, and Sasha is fed well too. No smoking, drinking, or recklessness. Most importantly, stay away from those two rooms I showed you earlier. When there's an announcement about retreating to your rooms, follow it without questioning anyone. You'll be expected to work diligently, answer whenever I call, and provide me with whatever I need from you without protesting. That's all for now."Landon's rules were clear and direct, leaving litt
LANDON:As I parked the car in front of her former apartment building, I was overwhelmed with a sense of unease. I knew that I was about to witness the place where Venita and Sasha had been living, and her jittery behavior only heightened my concern.Her apartment was far from modest; it was downright terrible. It was a place that seemed unfit even for animals, let alone humans. I couldn't comprehend how she had managed to raise a child in such conditions. While she tried to maintain a smile, I couldn't hide my stern expression.My wolf raged within me, furious that Venita and Sasha had been living in such a place. It was a dangerous environment that exposed them to potential harm. He wished he could have been there to protect them from the hardships they had endured.As I stepped out of the car, I approached the building with Venita by my side. I couldn't change the past, but I was determined to provide them with a safer and more comfortable future. It was a stark realization that fu
LANDON:The next day arrived in a rush, and as I was still feeling quite sleepy, Mirage's phone call, followed by a video call, felt like an explosion in my quiet morning."Hey, Baby, what should I wear for the pack's dinner tonight?" Mirage's voice came through, full of excitement and a touch of impatience. What the fuck! Did she not understand that I have a billion important things to care for and that what she wanted to wear was the least of my worries?"Why the fuck would you be calling me this early to whine about something unimportant as that?""Come on, don't be a mood spoiler. What should I wear?" she repeated.I yawned and tried to wake up, containing my annoyance. "Wear whatever you like, Mirage. You always look great."Mirage laughed. "Come on, be a little more specific. Should I go for the red dress or the black one? Pair them with diamond accessories or gold? I think diamonds will be better to have a striking match with the ring."I rubbed my eyes, feeling more awake. "Re
LANDON:I walked into the room, where the sound of nervous hearts filled the air. Mirage, the ever main character looked absolutely radiant in her elegant, floor-length red gown. Her fiery red hair was neatly pulled back into a tight bun, and the sparkle of her diamond necklace, bracelet, and the huge diamond ring on her engagement finger was blinding, much like her dramatic smile that stretched from ear to ear. She linked her arm with mine, and I felt an overwhelming ripple of hate.In a sea of guests dressed in pristine white attire, I stood out in my sharp black suitIn a crowd of people wearing white, my black suit made me stand out. "Landon, is this what you chose to wear today? Where are your fancy suits? This one looks cheap," she said, keeping her voice low. I growled softly as a warning and gripped her arm, pulling her closer. "You will behave inside. No unnecessary comments." To anyone watching, it seemed like we were sharing sweet words. "You're hurting me," she whispere