Alexander’s POVWe were all gathered together, sharing a meal that felt like a moment of perfect unity.As we exchanged stories and laughter, the atmosphere was light and joyful. Our children's giggles were like music to my ears, and Sophia's smile was a beacon of happiness that illuminated the room. Yet amidst the lightheartedness, a sense of anticipation lingered in the air.I cleared my throat, drawing their attention to me. "There's something I'd like to talk to you about," I began, my gaze resting on Sophia beside me.She looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and slight nervousness. "What is it?" she asked, her voice gentle.I reached for her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "In three days, I'd like to take you to meet my family," I said, my words carrying a mixture of excitement and seriousness.Her eyes widened a bit, a flicker of nervousness crossing her features. "Your family?" she repeated, her voice a bit uncertain.I nodded, my thumb brushing over the back of her h
Emilia’s POVAs I sat in the car, my gaze fixed on the group of elegantly dressed werewolves before me. The city's modern skyline loomed in the background, a stark contrast to the hidden power these werewolves held. These werewolves emanated an aura of enigma, yet their fighting prowess was undeniably potent. Adjusting my camera, I discreetly snapped a photo of the rogue pack.Just as I was engrossed in my discovery, my phone pinged, and I saw a message from Daisy, my cute niece. The text was urgent – it seemed like something was brewing in the supernatural world. I opened the message and read with a growing grin.Daisy: Hey Emilia! Mom says that Dad is planning to sweep her off to the Shadow Clan. Looks like he's finally succeeding! I chuckled softly to myself. Oh, those two. They were quite the pair. My phone buzzed again, a message lighting up the screen. It was from Daisy too. The message informed me that her parents were en route to the Shadow Clan together. A soft chuckle esca
Sophia's POVAs I sat in the car, the soft hum of the engine providing a soothing backdrop, I couldn't help but become engrossed in the conversation drifting from the phone held by Alexander, Alexander. It wasn't intentional eavesdropping, more of a coincidental occurrence that had my curiosity piqued.And then I heard it—the line that made my cheeks flush with embarrassment: "You're finally managing to lure my sister-in-law back to your den." My heart skipped a beat, and a mixture of emotions flooded my chest. Embarrassment mingled with a spark of amusement, a unique concoction that left me feeling both flustered and oddly pleased.As the call ended and Alexander placed the phone down, my gaze shifted from the passing scenery to his profile. His features were composed, but there was a hint of something in his eyes, a mix of mild annoyance and something else—amusement, perhaps? He turned his attention to me, as if sensing my gaze, and I couldn't help but break into a sheepish smile."
Alexander’s POV "Why didn't the werewolf tribe move to the human world like we did?" Sophia asked, her tone curious and contemplative.I glanced at her, her features bathed in the soft glow of the car's interior lights. It was a question I had pondered myself, a complex topic that held within it the echoes of history, tradition, and the delicate balance between two worlds."Well," I began, my voice thoughtful, "it's not as simple as just moving to a new location."She nodded, her gaze locked onto me as if she was seeking a deeper understanding. "I mean, our current location is relatively remote, and the transportation here isn't as advanced as it is in the human world."A moment of silence stretched between us, the weight of her words hanging in the air. It was true—our territory, nestled in the heart of nature, was a far cry from the bustling human cities we had visited. But there was a reason for that, one that went beyond mere convenience.I exhaled softly, my gaze drifting to the
Sophia's POVAs I stood there beside Alexander, facing his grandfather's stern gaze, I couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and curiosity. Teddy Williams's nod hinted that I wasn't entirely unknown to him – Alexander must have mentioned me before. But his first question caught me off guard, causing my cheeks to flush slightly."Is she your surrogate wife?" he inquired, his tone as unyielding as his expression.Alexander's jaw tightened, his displeasure evident. It was a reaction I'd seen before, the result of others trivializing our relationship with that term. Without skipping a beat, he stepped slightly in front of me, as if instinctively sheltering me from the harshness of his grandfather's words."No, Grandfather," Alexander retorted firmly, his voice tinged with a protective edge. "She's not a surrogate anything. She's a woman who means a lot to me."The air seemed to thicken as the tension hung between them. I exchanged a quick glance with our children, but they also look
Sophia’s POVStepping into the heart of the wolf clan's territory that day was like entering a realm of enchantment. The air carried a vibrant energy, a kind of pulsating anticipation that tingled in my skin. The grass seemed to whisper secrets as it rustled underfoot, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in playful patterns. It was a world alive with possibilities, where the ordinary and the extraordinary coexisted.As I watched, the werewolves shed their human forms like a second skin, revealing their true essence. The transformation was nothing short of miraculous – limbs elongated, muscles rippled, and fur sprouted in a mesmerizing dance of metamorphosis. It was as if they were embracing their primal selves with an exuberant joy that was contagious.Their newfound forms glistened in the sunlight as they raced across the grass, the very embodiment of freedom. Laughter echoed in the air, merging with the wind's melody as they chased and played. My heart swelled at the sight,
Sophia’s POVA massive waterfall cascaded down the rocks, its waters shimmering like liquid silver in the sunlight. The sound was a soothing symphony, a rhythmic lullaby that danced in harmony with the rustling leaves. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the mist from the waterfall like a delicate embrace.I stood there, awe-struck, my heart expanding to take in the beauty before me. "Wow," I breathed, my voice a whisper that seemed to echo in the sacred space.Beside me, Alexander smiled, his eyes warm with a hint of nostalgia. "Welcome to my secret hideaway," he said, his voice a gentle murmur that brushed against my senses.I turned to him, my curiosity piqued. "Your secret hideaway?"He nodded, his gaze fixed on the waterfall as if it held a lifetime of memories. "When I was a child, my grandfather used to assign me all sorts of tasks – some simple, some complex. And there were times when the pressure would build up, when I felt overwhelmed by the weight of expectations."I liste
Seraphina’s POVThe news of Sophia’s ascension to the role of Luna of the Shadow City spread through the air like wildfire, echoing in the grand chambers of the manor. As the whispers reached my ears, a surge of anger and resentment ignited within me. My fingers clenched around the delicate emerald that had been handed to me by a trembling maid, and before I could stop myself, the gem shattered in my grasp. The maid gasped, sinking to her knees in fear, and I could feel the weight of my fury pulsating in the air around us.My face must have been a canvas of discontent, jealousy, and unwillingness. The truth was, I had coveted Alexander's affection for as long as I could remember, longing to stand at his side as his luna, his confidante, his wife. But now, as I stared at the broken shards of the emerald, I felt as shattered as the gem itself.The emerald, a token of his supposed affection, lay in fragments at my feet, a mirror of the fragments of my own shattered dreams. It was a remin