Aurora’s pov. With the news of the disease fast spreading and the need of a research lab, I’ve decided I wasn’t going to be sending just anyone to Zayn , I would be sending wolves! His very own kind , it was obvious that Zayn didn’t want to have anything to do with humans . So I beckoned on three werewolves that work under Derek , Maybe this time I would trust them . *******The sun had barely risen over the vast expanse of the forest when Zayn sat in his office, tension written across his sharp features. His territory was quiet for now, but the restlessness in the surrounding packs was becoming harder to ignore. The disease continued to spread, and as far as the others were concerned, the fact that Zayn’s pack remained unaffected was suspicious. The distrust of the other alphas was growing, and he could feel it creeping closer.Zayn stared at the paperwork on his desk, his mind racing with the events of the past few days. He had no doubt that this illness was the work of something
I sat at my desk, my eyes glued to the screen, reviewing the data for the latest research on the disease. Numbers, charts, and images flashed before me, showing the spread, symptoms, and the attempts to combat the illness so far. My heart raced as I thought about how dangerous this was for our kind. The weight of the responsibility to find a cure was beginning to feel like a stone on my chest.Just then, I heard soft footsteps at the door. I quickly clicked away from the image of a diseased wolf's lungs, pulling up a harmless document on medical protocols. I swiveled around in my chair to see my twins, Elian and Aria , standing by the doorway, their usually cheerful faces looking unusually serious. My heart sank at the sight of their expressions. Something was wrong.“What’s wrong, my loves?” I asked softly, trying to keep my tone calm.They exchanged a glance before Elian, the more outspoken of the two, took a step forward. His blue eyes were clouded with confusion and something else
I sat on the edge of my bed, my mind still replaying the argument with Derek from the night before. The sting of my words echoed in my head, and the guilt settled in my chest like a stone. I shouldn’t have lashed out at him like that. He didn’t deserve it. He’d been nothing but supportive and kind to me and the kids, and yet, I had used his care for them as a weapon in my anger. I rubbed my temples, trying to make the throbbing headache that had settled in go away, but it wouldn’t. The house was quiet, the soft hum of the heater being the only sound breaking the silence. I had closed my laptop and set aside all the research on the disease for the night. It was too much, and I couldn’t focus with the weight of everything else sitting on my shoulders. A soft knock on my door startled me, pulling me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Elara and Elian standing at the doorway, their faces somber. I straightened, putting on a small smile for them, even though my heart still felt heavy.“
I sat in the living room, the soft hum of the TV filling the background as the kids played with their toys on the carpet. My mind was elsewhere, though. Even after talking things out with Derek, the weight of the decisions I had to make pressed down on me. Moving back to the park was not just about logistics—it was about facing my past, something I’d been avoiding for years. Zayn. His name hung in the back of my mind like a ghost. I hadn’t spoken to him, seen him, or even allowed myself to think about him for so long. He was a part of the past I’d locked away, but now, with the hospital project and the children’s growing curiosity about their heritage, the door I had slammed shut seemed to be inching open. I wasn’t ready for what might come through that door.Aria and Elian’s laughter broke my reverie. I looked at them, my heart swelling with love and protectiveness. I wanted nothing more than to shield them from the complexities of the park, of the life I used to live, and from Zay
Zayn paced across his office, his expression a mask of frustration. The weight of the recent outbreak, the pressure from the other Alphas, and the chaos spreading through the packs was suffocating him. He had spent the better part of the morning fielding accusations, managing the growing panic, and trying to find solutions that simply didn’t exist. He had no time for personal matters—especially ones related to his wife, who was now more of a shadow in his life than a partner.His mother’s voice cut through his thoughts as she entered the room. “Zayn, we need to talk.”He didn’t stop pacing. “If it’s about the packs again, I’ve told you, Mother, I’m dealing with it.”“It’s not about the packs,” she replied sharply, her tone leaving no room for argument. “It’s about your wife.”Zayn stopped, his eyes narrowing. He sighed, rubbing his temples before turning to face her. “I don’t have time for this.”“You never have time for this,” his mother countered, her voice stern but filled with con
Mina’ s POV. I sat at the edge of the bed, clutching the fabric of my nightgown in my hands, twisting it tightly as if it could somehow hold me together. The room around me was dim, bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, casting shadows on the walls. My reflection stared back at me from the mirror across the room. I looked composed, every hair in place, makeup flawless. But none of it mattered. It was just a mask, hiding the emptiness in my eyes.How did it come to this?I had always imagined my life would be filled with love—passionate, consuming, and true. I dreamed of a marriage where I’d find comfort, laughter, and whispered secrets in the quiet hours of the night. But as I sat here, surrounded by all the trappings of a beautiful life, I realized I’d been wrong. This wasn’t love. This was something else entirely. A hollow, cold marriage, more like a contract than a partnership.I hadn’t spoken his name in weeks. There was no reason to. We existed in the same house, but tha
The bright lights from the camera crews were blinding, almost as if they were meant to burn away any hesitation I might have had about this moment. The podium in front of me felt miles away as I took my first step towards it. A crowd of reporters from all over the city had gathered here, their murmurs growing quiet the second I approached. I could feel my pulse quicken as I adjusted the lapel on my white coat, a subconscious attempt to settle my nerves.This wasn’t just any press conference; this was the biggest one I had ever done, and the stakes were high. The senator I had treated was an important figure—one whose life I had saved, and now, the media wanted every detail. My work had always been about healing, about doing something bigger than myself. But I never imagined it would bring this kind of attention.I cleared my throat and glanced down at my notes. My hands were steady, despite the growing noise in my head. It wasn’t the first time I had spoken to a crowd, but the flashin
Clara rushed through the spacious living room, her heart racing with excitement. She barely paused to acknowledge the plush furniture and the elegant decor; all she could think about was getting to the television. Her parents were sitting together on the couch, engaged in a low conversation when Clara burst in, practically bouncing on her toes. “Mom! Dad! You have to see this!” she exclaimed, her voice high with anticipation. “What is it, Clara?” her mother asked, glancing up from her knitting with a look of mild concern. “Is something wrong?” “No, it’s amazing!” Clara hurried over to the remote, her fingers flying over the buttons as she turned on the TV. The screen flickered to life, revealing a live broadcast. The title at the bottom read: **Dr. Sylvia Press Conference**. Her mother’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Is that…? No way. That’s Aurora!” Clara couldn’t contain her grin as she plopped down next to her mother. “Yes! Look! She’s talking about something relating to med
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