Emilia’s POV I am nervous due to how cold Alexander looks, and I muster up the courage to ask him what happened, mentioning that I thought he had already gone to work. The room feels tense as I cautiously approach him, my heart pounding in my chest. “Alexander, what’s going on?” I ask, my voice tinged with nervousness. “I thought you had already left for work.” He looks up at me, his gaze piercing and distant. “Change of plans,” he responds curtly. “I had some things to take care of here.” I swallow hard, trying to maintain my composure. The atmosphere feels heavy, and I can’t shake off the feeling that something is amiss. I decide to steer the conversation away from his unexpected presence at home. “Well, I found the kids downstairs. We were playing together and chatting,” I explain, my voice shaky. “They seem to be having a good time.” Alexander’s expression remains stoic, but I sense a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. “What were they talking about?” My heart skips a beat, a
Emilia’s POV As I finish speaking, Alexander’s gaze lingers on me, his expression a mix of contemplation and resignation. “She’s not really in the power to do but yes, it is undeniable that she doesn’t show much concern for them.” “And there’s something else,” Alexander adds, his tone shifting slightly. “Did you not notice that she doesn’t have a werewolf scent?” His words catch me off guard, and I find myself trailing back to my encounter with Sophia. A sudden realization dawns upon me, and my eyes widen with astonishment. It all makes sense now. Sophia, the woman I had met, couldn’t have been a werewolf because she lacked the distinct scent that accompanies our kind. A mixture of shock and understanding settles within me, and I turn to face Alexander, my voice trembling with realization. “She... she’s not like us, is she? She’s human.” The weight of the revelation hangs heavy in the air, leaving us both grappling with its implications. The truth hits me with a surge of emotions
Sophia’s POV The cab I'm in comes to a halt, and I gracefully emerge, my hands laden with a few shopping bags. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, I cast an appreciative glance at the bustling city around me. The cacophony of honking horns and the aroma of street food fills the air, reminding me that I've finally arrived at my new apartment. With a sense of anticipation, I make my way towards the entrance of the building. Pushing open the heavy glass door, a wave of excitement washes over me. The foyer is immaculate, with sleek marble floors and a modern reception desk. As I step into the building, I notice Linda, the receptionist, emerging from inside and taking a seat at the desk. She's a young woman, currently checking her makeup in a compact mirror. With a warm smile, I approach her and retrieve a small makeup bag from my belongings. "Hey, Linda! It's so good to see you," I greet her, extending the makeup bag towards her. Linda looks pleasantly surprised as she accepts the bag. "
Sophia’s POV I turn to look at who is calling me and see two kids, a boy and a girl, standing at the opposite apartment. At first, I don’t recognize them, but when the young girl suddenly rushes towards me, I realize it’s Daisy and Daniel. Daisy pushes Jake aside in her excitement to reach me, and I eagerly open my arms, ready to embrace my niece and nephew. “Sophia!” Daisy exclaims, wrapping her small arms tightly around my waist. I return the hug, feeling a rush of warmth and affection. “Hey, Daisy! It’s so good to see you,” I say, my voice filled with genuine joy. I then shift my attention to Daniel, who is standing a few steps away, observing us silently. “And hello, Daniel.” Daniel nods in acknowledgment but doesn’t say anything. I understand his reserved nature and appreciate his presence nonetheless. I extend my arms towards him, offering a hug. Daniel hesitates for a moment, but then steps forward, allowing me to embrace him briefly. Although he doesn’t show much familiari
Sophia's POVAfter all the ruckus that happened outside, I take Jake and Tyler into the apartment, closing the door behind them. They both glance around, their attention momentarily captivated by the aesthetics of the room. The events that just unfolded outside seem to fade into the background, but I know Jake and Tyler well enough to realize they won't let it go unmentioned for long.Jake's gaze shifts from one corner to another, taking in the carefully curated details. "Wow, Sophia, this place is amazing," he exclaims, admiration lacing his voice. Tyler nods in agreement, a slight smile forming on his lips. "It's so perfectly suited to your taste. You really hit the jackpot with this one."As they take in the surroundings, their eyes darting from one corner to another, I observe their expressions closely. They seem impressed, their voices filled with admiration as they comment on how perfectly suited this apartment is for me. It's both comforting and amusing to see how well they kno
Alexander’s POVI lead the children through the front door, and as we step inside, a strange silence fills the air. Even Daisy, usually bursting with enthusiasm, is unusually quiet. I can sense that whatever happened outside has affected her. But now is not the time to unravel the reasons behind their somber demeanor. I guide them into the living room, a space that has already been meticulously arranged and made ready for our arrival. The mansion's deep cleaning maids and servants had worked diligently to ensure everything was in order. I can vividly recall Emilia's initial reaction when I shared my plan to buy a new apartment and move our family there. Her face had contorted with disbelief and frustration, accusing me of trying to escape from her by leaving our luxurious mansion behind. However, I patiently explained that my intention was to bring our children closer to their mother and to court Sophia.Surprisingly, Emilia eventually relented, even giving me a reassuring pat on th
Alexander’s POVMy gaze shifts between my children, overwhelmed with love and gratitude. "Absolutely, Daisy. We'll make sure she knows just how much she means to us, but you also have to help Daddy win mommy's heart, OK?"Daisy looks surprised and clueless as she asks her brother, "Win mommy's heart. What does that mean?"She seems genuinely curious, making me laugh and I notice her brother laughing too. He knicks her on the head and clicks his tongue, "To make her like Daddy, of course. You're a baby so you wouldn't know all that. Dummy!""You... Daddy, Daniel called me dummy!" Daisy scowled and retaliated by knocking him on the head too. He however doesn't stop laughing at her and stuck his tongue at her as he chanted, "Dummy... dummy... you're a dummy..."His words only infuriates the girl as she continues to insist. "Take that back, I'm not a dummy!" She seems really offended.They launched into a playful banter, chasing each other around the room. I don't stop them knowing they
Alexander’s POVDaniel shifts uneasily before responding, "Daddy, Daisy... she had an accident in the kitchen. She tripped on a jar, and now everything is a mess."My heart skips a beat, worry coursing through me like a jolt of electricity. "Is she hurt?" I ask, my voice trembling slightly.Thankfully, Daniel reassures me, "No, Daddy, she's not hurt. But her clothes are all dirty now."Without hesitation, I rise from my chair, the urgency in my movements clear as I inquire further, "Take me to her. Let's go to the kitchen."Daniel nods, and we make our way swiftly through the office corridors toward the kitchen, where chaos awaits. As we arrive, my eyes meet a distressing scene. There lies Daisy on the floor, her face contorted with tears, her clothes stained crimson. Sauce has spilled, creating a disheveled mosaic across the floor and adorning Daisy's once-pristine attire.Concern floods every fiber of my being, and I quickly rush to Daisy's side. Kneeling down, I gently cradle her t