As I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind still reeling from the encounter with Zayn, I knew I had to talk to someone about what happened. The whole meeting had been a whirlwind of emotions, stirring up feelings I had buried deep inside me for years. My heart was racing, my palms still sweaty from the tension, and I knew Derek wasn’t the person to call just yet. This was something I needed to process with someone who understood on a different level—a woman to woman conversation. I needed Liv.Liv had always been that steady rock in my life. The friend who had seen me through my highs and lows, the one person who knew the full history with Zayn, even the parts I rarely spoke about. She knew about the pain, the heartbreak, the fear. Most importantly, she understood the complexity of my feelings for Zayn, even though I had tried for so long to bury them.I dialed her number, my hand shaking slightly as I waited for her to pick up. After two rings, her familiar voice came through the line.
As I sat on the edge of my bed, my phone resting on my lap, I couldn’t take my eyes off the television screen. Aurora’s face filled the room, her calm, confident voice carrying through the space as she spoke about her work, her achievements, and her plans for the future. I watched in awe, unable to believe how much she had grown, how far she had come. My friend—the same Aurora I once knew—was now a renowned doctor. She had built a life for herself, a life far away from the chaos and memories of the pack.I should have been happy. I *was* happy. But deep inside, a strange mix of emotions was brewing. Pride, yes. Relief, maybe. But also something heavier, something harder to pin down. Jealousy? No, that wasn’t quite it. Regret? Perhaps. Or maybe it was just the weight of everything we hadn’t spoken about, everything that had happened since the last time we were close.My eyes flicked to my phone, to the string of unread messages from Aurora that I had ignored over the months. Some were
I was rushing out of the house, grabbing my keys and stuffing my phone into my bag, when I heard the front door open. My heart sank a little as I heard Derek’s familiar footsteps. I had been avoiding his questions ever since the meeting with Zayn, and I knew I couldn’t keep dodging him forever. But I wasn’t ready to explain. Not yet. Not when I hadn’t even figured it all out myself.“Aurora,” Derek called out, his voice tense, “we need to talk.”I stopped in my tracks but didn’t turn around. My hand hovered over the doorknob as if I could just make a clean escape if I moved fast enough. I took a deep breath, knowing it was inevitable. I couldn’t keep running from this. Slowly, I turned to face him.Derek was standing there, arms crossed, his eyes searching my face. “You’ve been avoiding me since... since that meeting with Zayn. What’s going on?”I pressed my lips together, not wanting to dive into that conversation right now. “I’m in a rush, Derek. I’ve got to meet Mina. Can we talk l
**Derek's POV**I sat at the bar, swirling the amber liquid in my glass, barely paying attention to the conversation around me. My friends were laughing, chatting, talking about the usual nonsense, but I was elsewhere. My mind was stuck on Aurora and Zayn. Aurora.Zayn.Just the thought of them together made my chest tighten in a way I couldn’t shake. I took another sip of my drink, hoping it would calm the unease building inside me, but it didn’t. Nothing was working.“You’re quiet tonight, Derek,” Kyle said, nudging my arm. “What’s up, man?”I forced a smile, but it didn’t reach my eyes. “Just got a lot on my mind.”Kyle raised an eyebrow. “Aurora again?”The others at the table went silent for a moment, all eyes shifting toward me. They knew. Of course, they knew. I had been talking about it nonstop for weeks, ever since that meeting she had with Zayn. They didn’t understand why I was so worked up about it. Hell, even I didn’t fully understand why I was letting it get to me so muc
I didn’t want my meeting with Derek to linger in my mind. I was determined to focus on other things, and seeing Mina was one of them. I hadn’t seen her in so long, and I was eager to reconnect. As I walked up to the café, my heart raced with anticipation. When I finally saw her, I hugged her tightly. But something felt off. Mina didn’t hug me back with the same warmth I had expected. She looked… different. Sassy, even. I tried to brush it off and act normal, but her energy wasn’t the same as I remembered. Maybe she had changed, just like I had. Still, I forced myself to smile. “It’s so good to see you,” I said, trying to keep things light.“Yeah, you too,” she replied, but her voice was flat. Her answers were short, simple, like she wasn’t in the mood to chat. It made me feel uncomfortable, like I was intruding on something.We sat down, and I tried to catch up, asking about her life, her work, but Mina’s responses were almost robotic. One-word answers or vague nods. I could feel th
I sat at my desk, surrounded by papers and research notes, my mind laser-focused on the cure we were trying to develop for the disease. I’d been working on this for weeks , pouring every bit of energy I had into the project. But today, I wasn’t alone. Derek had agreed to come in and help me since he was a skilled doctor too. He had insights that I valued, and together, I hoped we could make progress.But something was off. As I glanced at him across the table, I noticed he wasn’t focusing. His eyes were distant, and his movements slower than usual. He kept glancing at me like there was something on his mind, something he didn’t want to say. I paused, putting down the notes I’d been scanning. “Derek, is everything okay? You seem... distracted.”He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he sat there, his jaw clenched like he was debating whether or not to speak. Finally, he threw the question at me, out of nowhere, like a bomb he’d been holding onto for too long.“If Zayn and I were both t
Elian bolted from the room, his heart racing with excitement after overhearing the conversation between his mother and Derek. He couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Zayn. Their dad. The pieces were starting to come together in his mind. Mom had always been secretive about their father, but now it was starting to make sense. He hurried to find Aria, bursting with the news he could hardly contain.“Aria!” he called as he ran into the living room where his sister was playing with her dolls. She looked up, slightly startled by his sudden entrance.“What is it?” she asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she watched her brother panting with excitement.“I heard something—something big!” Elian said, barely able to control his excitement. He sat down beside her, leaning in as if he were about to reveal the biggest secret of their lives.Aria raised an eyebrow. “What did you hear?”“I overheard Mom talking about... Dad!” Elian said, his eyes wide with excitement. “I think she’s going
I sat on the edge of my bed, phone in hand, staring at the screen for what felt like an eternity. I’d spent so much time running away, keeping myself hidden, and now… now I was considering going back. Not to Zayn’s pack, but to the region my family stayed in. I couldn’t risk Zayn finding out about the kids, not yet. I wasn’t ready to open that chapter of my life again, not after everything that had happened.My thumb hovered over Clara’s number. I hadn’t spoken to her in so long. I knew she had been trying to reach me for months, but I was the one who had changed my number. I had cut them off, not wanting to drag them into the mess that was my life at the time. But now, hearing Elian and Aria’s pleas, something inside me shifted. I needed to reach out. I needed to go back—if not to the pack, at least to where my family was.Taking a deep breath, I dialed Clara’s number. It rang twice before her voice came through, bright and full of excitement.“Aurora? Oh my God, is this really you?”
The day had arrived, my birthday and the grand opening of the hospital. It was surreal seeing my dream come to life in the heart of the pack. From the moment I woke up, the house buzzed with activity. Liv was running around giving orders, my mom was double-checking last-minute details, and Zayn’s mom was in charge of the kitchen, ensuring the food would be nothing short of spectacular. I slipped into a pale blue dress that hugged me perfectly. Zayn had picked it out, and though I teased him about his choices sometimes, this one was flawless. As I stood in front of the mirror, Elian and Aria burst into my room, shouting, *“Happy Birthday, Mommy!”* They each held small bouquets of flowers, their grins lighting up my morning. “Thank you, my loves!” I scooped them into a hug, my heart swelling. They were more excited about today than I was, bouncing on their heels and talking over each other about “surprises.” I kissed their foreheads and shooed them out to finish getting ready. Whe
The soft breeze kissed my skin as I stood on the balcony, gazing out at the bustling preparations below. Everyone was hard at work, ensuring everything was perfect for the hospital’s grand opening, which also happened to be on my birthday. Liv had flown in from the city just a few days ago, and her organizational skills were in full force, balancing between logistics and last-minute details. Zayn’s mom and mine had joined forces, taking charge of decorations and refreshments. It was like watching two generals at work, directing the army of helpers with precision and flair. As much as I trusted them, nerves still fluttered in my stomach. I gripped the railing, my thoughts racing between excitement and anxiety. This hospital was more than a building; it was a culmination of years of dreams, struggles, and hope. I couldn’t afford for anything to go wrong. Suddenly, two strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me out of my thoughts. I gasped in surprise as Zayn’s deep laugh filled t
The ride back home was filled with laughter and endless chatter. Aria and Elian could barely contain their excitement as they recounted every detail of their time at Zayn’s house. “Mommy, did you know Daddy has a giant sword in his room?” Aria squealed, bouncing in her seat. “He said it’s for special fights! And oh! Grandma made me dresses—so many dresses! And I got to spin in them like a princess!” Elian, who was usually more reserved, chimed in. “Dad took me to the training grounds. He said I could be Alpha one day.” His chest puffed with pride. “He showed me how to hold a sword, too, but I’m not allowed to practice yet.” I smiled as I listened to them. Relief washed over me. The house that had once felt like a prison to me—cold, isolating, and oppressive—was now a place of joy and belonging for my children. Zayn had changed. Or maybe it was everyone who had changed, seeing him now through the eyes of Elian and Aria, who only saw their father trying to make up for lost time.By t
Zayn’s POvThe sound of little feet pattering on the stone floors echoed through the house as Elian and Aria explored every corner of their new home. I stood at the front door, watching as Aurora crouched to say goodbye to them. Aria clung to her leg for a moment before bounding back toward the maids who were already doting on her with dresses and accessories. Elian, on the other hand, was already eyeing me, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his eyes. Aurora stood and turned to me, a playful smile on her lips. “Good luck, Alpha,” she teased. “They’ve got a lot of energy.” I grinned and leaned in, brushing my lips softly against hers. “I think I’ll manage,” I replied. Her gaze lingered on me for a moment before she whispered, “Have fun.” With that, she stepped away and headed toward the car. As soon as the door closed, Elian came to stand beside me, his little chest puffed out like he was already the man of the house. “What are we doing today, Dad?” he asked, his voice full of d
The day began like any other in my new office within the pack’s headquarters. I had been trying to adjust to this new chapter of my life, juggling motherhood, work, and figuring out where Zayn and I stood. My desk was scattered with papers, yet my thoughts constantly drifted to him and the way his presence filled the spaces around me. It wasn’t long before a knock sounded at my door. Before I could respond, Clara poked her head in, a wide grin on her face. “Delivery for you,” she sang, stepping inside with a beautiful bouquet of roses nestled in her hands. They were a deep crimson, the petals perfect and vibrant. “What’s this?” I asked, my heart skipping as she placed the flowers on my desk. I caught sight of a card tucked neatly within the arrangement. My fingers trembled as I opened it. Aurora, Would you do me the honor of letting me take you out tonight? I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear this and let me show you something special. -ZaynAlong with the flowers was an elegant, s
The air inside the dungeon was suffocating, heavy with dampness and the faint metallic scent of rust. My footsteps echoed against the cold stone floor as I followed the guard. Every step felt harder than the last, but I couldn’t turn back. Not now. Not after everything. “He’s in the last cell,” the guard said, his voice flat. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and continued down the dimly lit corridor. When I reached the end, I saw him. Derek. He was sitting on a wooden bench, his elbows resting on his knees, muttering something under his breath. At the sound of my approach, he looked up. For a split second, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—surprise? Regret? I couldn’t tell. But then that twisted smile appeared, and any hope of decency vanished. “Aurora,” he drawled, leaning back against the wall as though he didn’t have a care in the world. “Finally decided to come and see me. Took you long enough.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice to remain st
The day had finally come. The day I had been dreading and anticipating all at once. It was time for the move. The convoy of cars pulled up outside my house, and the kids were practically jumping out of their skin with excitement. They had never seen so many cars, and they couldn't wait to start the journey to Zayn's pack. Zayn, ever the gentleman, ushered the kids into the car with a smile, his excitement matching theirs. "Alright, you two, ready for your new life?" he asked as they scrambled into the car.Elian grinned, his eyes wide with wonder. "I can't wait to see all the wolves!" he exclaimed.Aria chimed in, bouncing in her seat. "And the food! Is it really as good as you said, Daddy?"Zayn laughed, looking at me with a knowing smile. "It's better than I can describe," he said. "You'll love it."As we drove to the pack, the kids kept asking questions, their curiosity endless. They wanted to know about everything—if Zayn had any other family, what his pack was like, and what to
The morning sun shone through the windows as I sipped my coffee, my thoughts a blur of excitement and nerves. I had just received a call from Zayn, and my heart was racing with a mixture of emotions. He wanted to throw a big feast—a grand celebration to welcome me and the kids into his pack. I didn’t know whether to be overwhelmed by the idea or to embrace it, but one thing was clear: it was a new chapter for us, and Zayn was eager to share it with the world.“ So see you soon ?” Zayn said and I smiled. “ See you soon …” I wasn’t sure how I felt about being the center of so much attention, but as I thought about it, it felt right. It felt like something we all needed—a fresh start, a new beginning. The kids were ecstatic, already planning what they’d wear and what they would say when they met the other pack members. Elian kept asking about the food, while Aria was excited to see the "cool wolves" Zayn had told her about. I put my phone down and stood up, my hands trembling slightly
It was time. There was no more avoiding it, no more sweeping it under the rug. Derek was behind all of this—the kidnapping, the fear, the betrayal. It sat heavy in my chest, twisting into something sharp and unbearable. I sat at the edge of the couch, staring at Liv, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could even process them. “It was Derek,” I said softly, my voice trembling.Liv, who had been pacing the room, froze mid-step. Her eyebrows shot up in shock, but then her expression shifted, softening into something more resigned. “Derek?” she repeated slowly, like she was tasting the bitterness of the word. “He was behind all of this?”I nodded, my throat tightening as I recalled the events of the last few days. “He...he hid the kids in some caravan. Aria told me everything when we found them. No food, no water—he left them there to rot.”Liv sank onto the couch beside me, her hand over her mouth. “Aurora, I—” She paused, shaking her head. “I don’t even know what to say.”“I