Jenna’s P.O.V.
I sat on the edge of Jules' cozy couch, staring out of the rain-splattered window. It had been a full week since I had left Adam, and my heartache still clung to me like a relentless shadow. Despite my best efforts to try and move on, the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressed down on me.
Jules bustled about the room like she always did, her vivacious energy a big contrast to my melancholy. She had been my best friend since we moved into the same dorm in college. She basically knew me better than anyone. Maybe that was why I had decided to come to her. She could tell when I was lost in thought, and she wasn’t the person who would allow me to wallow in sadness. Which is probably why she twirled around before plopping down beside me, her bright smile the only cheerfulness in the room.
“Girl, you’ve been moping around like a sad puppy for a week now,” she said
Another hour later, I was sitting alone on the sofa since Jules had to head out to go to work. The weight of my revelations from the conversation was heavy on my shoulders. The letters from my mother that my uncle had hidden from me had opened a door to my family’s hidden past, and I realized that I needed to confront my own secrets and demons, before I could even try to move forward with Adam. I knew that giving him a chance to explain himself, was the first step, but it was a step I had been hesitant to take. The pain of his deception still lingered, and I couldn’t ignore that he had kept something so monumental from me, making me doubt if he had ever trusted me in our relationship. Yet, deep down, I felt a connection to Adam that went beyond his hidden truth.I sighed, as my phone vibrated in my purse. Even though I hadn’t contacted Adam myself, he had sent me a text every day, as if he was afraid that if he didn’t text me, I would for
Tears streamed down my cheeks as I finished reading the letter, my emotions a turbulent sea of grief, understanding, and even gratitude. Uncle Ben’s actions had been motivated by love, not selfishness. But by a desire to shield me from the pain and chaos of addiction. He had sacrificed his relationship with my mother to ensure that I had a better chance at a better life. A life without the destruction an addicted parent could bring.It was a profound message of love and faith in my future, a gift that my uncle had left behind to ensure my well-being and happiness. The weight of my mother’s abandonment had been a heavy burden, but my uncle had tried to provide me with the love and support I had needed all along. At that moment, I felt a deep sense of closure and a newfound appreciation for the man who had raised me. I knew I would carry the weight of my mother’s absence and my uncle’s decisions with me for a long time, but I also und
Adam’s P.O.V.The warm embrace of summer sunlight should have been my favorite time of the year since schools were out for summer, but now, it only intensified my own misery and loneliness. Everywhere I looked, every scent in the air, every sound of laughter in the distance, it all reminded me of Jenna. I missed her more with each passing day, and the void she had left in my life seemed impossible to fill.My heart ached as I wandered the streets of Fairview, the place that had once been our safe haven of shared laughter and stolen kisses. The park where we had once picnicked beneath the shade of fall trees, now seemed empty without her smile lighting up my world. The ice cream shop on the corner of Main Street, where we had shared countless scoops and whispered sweet nothings, now held nothing but bittersweet memories. I had replayed our last conversation in my mind a hundred times, searching for a way to mend the rift between us.
Adam’s P.O.V.I had spent the entire late afternoon and early evening driving around the small town of Fairview, searching for any sign of Jenna at any place I could possibly think of. I had checked her house and even mine, but there was no trace of her anywhere, which right now made me feel as if this tiny town was in fact a massive city where finding someone almost seemed to be impossible. Each passing moment had weighed on me, the uncertainty gnawing at my soul. As the sun began its descent on the horizon, my hopes of finding Jenna began to wane, and I decided to just go back home and start another search for Jenna first thing the next morning.My heart felt heavy, and I couldn’t shake the feeling of defeat as I drove back to my parents’ house. I parked my truck in the driveway and climbed out, shoulders slumped in resignation and defeat.As I walked toward the front porch of the house, while searching for my
“I have been searching for you all afternoon,” I confessed to her, my eyes locking onto hers. Jenna’s expression softened at my statement, and surprisingly, she reached out and touched my hand as if she wanted to apologize that I hadn’t been able to find her any sooner.“I’m sorry,” she told me before she swallowed deeply.“I was at Anderson’s Construction almost the entire afternoon for an emergency meeting with the staff.” She added before she looked away from me again. Which made a lump form in my throat that I absolutely hated, because what on earth could be so bad that she needed to look away from me when she would tell me this?“I…” She sighed, pressing her lips into a thin line, while I braced myself for impact.“I decided to sell my uncle’s company.” She nodded, and my heart sank at her words. This was exactly
Jenna’s P.O.V.I had just revealed my decision to Adam, as we were sitting on the sofa inside the living room of his family’s house, strangled in each other's arms. I watched his expression closely, anticipation gnawing at me as I waited for his response to me telling him that we had bought his grandmother’s house and that I had done it without his permission. Adam’s eyes widened in surprise, as he stared at me in disbelief.“You… you did what?” She stammered, clearly taken aback by my revelation. I nodded, my heart pounding with nervous excitement, hoping to God that I had made the right choice by doing this as a gift to him.God…Please don’t let him get mad over this…“I know how much that house means to you, Adam,” I explained, reminding him of the conversations we had had about the place. Hell… I could still see t
I took a deep breath, my questions all coming in a rush now that I knew I was able to ask them.“What does it even mean to be a werewolf? How does it affect you, and your family? How does it affect our relationship?” Adam leaned back, his expression thoughtful as he considered how to explain.“Being a wolf means that we have the ability to transform into wolves whenever we want to. It’s a part of our family history, a secret we have kept to protect those that we care about.”“How does it affect our relationship?” I asked him as he smiled at me. A warm smile filled with love.“In my world, every wolf has one true mate, sort of a soulmate. Wolves are extremely loyal creatures, they find their partner and they stay together for life. It means that no matter what happens, I will always find my way back to you, Gorgeous. Because you are my one true mate. Or as wolves say, you are mine. That
Adam’s P.O.V.I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm myself and my wolf. I couldn’t help the grin that almost split my face in half, and how my heart skipped a beat and then started to pound like a wild horse. It really felt as if Jenna coming back to Fairview had also brought me back to life after being dead for a week straight. Fuck, I loved this woman with my whole being. And now, I knew for a fact that that was never going to change because she had just told me that she was going to stay right here, with me.When I had seen her sitting on my front porch, I had wanted to race to her immediately. I had wanted nothing more but to scoop her up into my arms, carry her inside the house, and lock the door behind me so she wouldn’t be able to run away from me anymore. But I hadn’t acted on my own selfish feelings or those of my wolf, since at that point I hadn’t realized why she had returned just yet. I mea