Gabe's POVI sat at my desk, sifting through papers and attending to my alpha duties. The door opened, and Luca entered, his usual composed demeanor replaced by a nervous energy.At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but as the days passed, I noticed a pattern. Luca would come to my office, citing trivial reasons like needing to use the restroom or asking about mundane tasks. But his actions seemed forced, and his eyes betrayed a hint of anxiety.I couldn't shake the feeling that Luca was hiding something. He'd always been calm and collected, but now he seemed...off. His usual confidence was replaced by fidgeting and an air of unease.I made a mental note to keep a closer eye on him. What was driving this change in behavior? And what was he really after?Luca fidgeted, avoiding eye contact. "Gabe, please excuse me. I need to...get a bottle of water." He stuttered. My instincts screamed at me to follow him. Something wasn't right.I trailed behind Luca, careful not to be see
Lucien's POVI fidgeted in my seat, checking the clock for what felt like the hundredth time. The empty classroom seemed to close in around me, amplifying my nervous energy. Why was I so anxious? It wasn't like me to be this wound up.But I knew exactly why. I was waiting for her.Rosaline and Camilla were probably hanging out with their friends during break, but I'd opted to wait in the classroom, eager to catch a glimpse of...her.Just as I began to wonder if she'd show up, the door creaked open. My heart skipped a beat, but my excitement was short-lived. Sophia, Camilla's friend, sauntered in, a hint of a smile playing on her lips."What do you want?" I asked gruffly, trying to mask my disappointment.Sophia's smile faltered. "I just wanted to ask how you're feeling."I raised an eyebrow. "We're not even friends. What's your business with how I'm feeling?" My tone came out harsher than intended, but I didn't care. I just wanted her to leave.Sophia's eyes clouded over, and she took
Emma's POVAs I stepped into the kitchen, the warm aroma of freshly baked cookies enveloped me, but my attention was drawn to a scene that made my heart ache. Camila and April were laughing and joking together, their faces radiant with joy. It was as if they were long-lost friends, not just Aunty and Girl. They were like Mother and daughter. Camila's eyes sparkled as April playfully tousled her hair, and April's carefree giggle filled the air. I felt a pang of insecurity, watching their effortless bond. It was hard to admit, but I'd always struggled to connect with Camila like that.April, on the other hand, seemed to have a natural talent for it. She was always there for my children, listening, guiding, and loving them unconditionally. I, however, was often absent, lost in my own world.As I observed the tender moment between Camila and April, a wave of sadness washed over me. Why couldn't I be the one making my daughter laugh like that? Why did it feel like my children were closer
Emma's POVI pushed open the door to Rosaline's room, a bright smile plastered on my face. But my enthusiasm was short-lived.Rosaline was dancing with Gabe, our father, in the middle of the room. They were laughing and spinning to the music, completely carefree. I felt like an outsider, a spectator in my own family.I cleared my throat, trying to announce my presence, but Rosaline didn't even spare me a glance. She was too busy having the time of her life with Gabe.I watched, feeling like a ghost hovering on the periphery, as they twirled and swayed together. Gabe's eyes shone with happiness, his smile radiant, as he gazed at Rosaline.It was like I was invisible.My smile faltered, and I felt a pang of sadness. Why was I always on the outside looking in? Why couldn't I be the one having fun with my family?I stood there, frozen, as Gabe and Rosaline continued their joyful dance, oblivious to my presence.Gabe's smile faltered for a moment, sensing the tension, but he quickly recove
Emma's POVAugustine's gentle prodding broke down my defenses. I took a deep breath and let it all spill out."It's just... everything has fallen apart, Augustine. One stupid incident, and my whole life has turned upside down."Augustine's expression turned sympathetic. "What incident, Emma? What happened?"I hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. But something about Augustine's kind eyes put me at ease."It's just... Rosaline's Father-Daughter Day, and she didn't want me there. And Lucien... he won't even talk to me. And Gabe... he's always taking their side."Augustine listened attentively, his nodding encouraging me to continue."I feel like I've lost my family, Augustine. Like I'm a stranger in my own home."Augustine's face reflected his understanding. "It sounds like a perfect storm of hurt and misunderstanding."I sniffled, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I wasn't alone in this.Augustine's expression turned somber, his eyes clouding over. "Emma, I understand what
Gabe's POVI spun Rosaline around, laughing as she giggled and twirled in my arms. Father-Daughter Day was turning out to be everything I'd hoped for – quality time with my little girl, making memories that would last a lifetime.But as I gazed into Rosaline's sparkling eyes, I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that something was off. Her attitude towards Emma earlier had left a sour taste in my mouth.I recalled the way Rosaline had dismissed Emma, her words dripping with disdain. "It's Father-Daughter Day, Mom. It'll be more fun just with Dad and me."At the time, I'd brushed it off as teenage angst, but now, as I watched Rosaline's carefree dance moves, I wondered if there was more to it. Was she feeling resentful towards Emma? Had I unintentionally contributed to this rift?My mind wandered to Emma, standing alone in the hallway, a mixture of sadness and understanding on her face. I'd wanted to reassure her, to tell her that Rosaline's behavior wasn't a reflection of her wort
Gabe's POVAs the laughter died down, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. This was everything I'd always wanted - my kids happy, carefree, and connected to me.But as I looked around the room, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was missing. Emma.It was strange without her. I'd always wanted to connect with my kids, to be the father they deserved. And now, here I was, experiencing that connection, but it felt incomplete without Emma by my side.I remembered the countless times we'd shared moments like these, the laughter, the joy, the sense of family. Emma had always been the glue that held us together, and without her, everything felt slightly off-kilter.I pushed the thoughts aside, not wanting to ruin the moment. But as I looked at my kids, I knew I couldn't ignore the elephant in the room. Emma's absence was felt deeply, and I knew I needed to find a way to address it.For now, though, I just smiled, trying to savor the moment, imperfect as i
April's POVI was running, crazy, mad, insane. I needed it. I really needed it. My feet pounded the pavement, my lungs burning as I sprinted through the deserted streets.Tears streamed down my face, my eyes red and puffy from crying. My hair was disheveled, tangled from pulling it out in frustration.My body ached from rolling on the floor, from banging my fists against the wall. I couldn't contain the emotions anymore.Why did they do this to me? Why did I keep secrets from them?I thought of Emma, of Camilla, Lucien, and Rosaline. They were I was hiding something. They knew it.My mind raced with questions, with fears, with doubts. What was going on? Why couldn't I trust myself?I stopped running, collapsing onto a bench, exhausted. My chest heaved as I struggled to catch my breath.I looked up at the sky, tears streaming down my face. "Why?" I screamed, my voice echoing through the empty streets.But there was no answer. Only silence.And the ache within me grew, a hollow feeling