Arnold’s PovI recline in the comfort of my private lounge, surrounded by the familiar ambiance of the living room. The soft glow from the TV screen flickers, casting shadows as a movie plays. However, the allure of the film is lost on me. My attention is a captive audience to the turbulent thoughts swirling within.Despite the distraction of popcorn at my side, the taste is bland against the bitter aftertaste of emotional turmoil. Kylie's absence echoes louder than the dialogue on the screen. Her image occupies the spaces between scenes, leaving me grappling with the haunting memories of our recent discord.The desire for her presence is an ache that refuses to be drowned out by the movie's soundtrack. How did we reach this point? I mull over the hurt, the confusion, and the tangled mess of emotions. The emotional storm within me has grown wearisome, and I find myself yearning for a reprieve from the relentless waves of feeling.My relaxation is abruptly shattered when my beta urgen

Ryan’s Pov I watch Karl pacing around the room, his laughter echoing eerily. He attempts to justify himself, claiming sincerity in his feelings for my mother. "Isn't it funny how when I actually tell the truth and I'm sincere, no one believes me? I was being sincere. I told you I love your mother, and she was the only thing I ever wanted, but if you don't believe me, then maybe she never did, or maybe I had a hard way of showing it."Annoyed,I scoff and roll my eyes. I retort, "Sincerity doesn't erase the harm you've caused. With the way my mom always talked about my real father, she never loved you. My mother never loved you, and deep down, you knew it. You just refused to accept it."Karl, now seated, grants me dubious freedom to move within the warehouse grounds but insists I cannot leave. "I can't let you go now, but you're free to roam around the warehouse grounds. I won't stop you, but you can't leave now."Tears well up as I plead, "Why can't I leave now? I just want to go hom

Arnold’s PovAfter Frederick's funeral, life gradually resumed its normal pace for many, but for Ryan, Kylie, and me, it marked the beginning of a new chapter as a family. The once-tangled threads of our lives now weave together in a newfound harmony.Emily, remorseful for her role in the events that transpired, decided to break the spell that hindered Ryan's connection with his mother. Simultaneously, the barrier that prevented me from sensing Ryan's presence was lifted. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and I could feel my son's emotions as strongly as I felt Kylie's.In a poignant moment, Kylie and I decided to complete the mating ceremony that had been interrupted a decade ago by the chaos caused by my mother. Kylie, now the Luna of the pack, welcomed this union, solidifying our bond as mates. The day before the ceremony, she introduced me formally to Ryan as his father. The joy in his eyes and the warmth in his embrace as he called me “Dad” created a profound sense of complete

Kylie’s PovKylie, those first two months felt like an endless abyss of grief and guilt. I couldn't forgive myself for not being able to save our son. Each day was a struggle, and I drowned in self-blame, refusing to let anyone pull me out of that dark place. Cole, desperate to reach me, tried everything. He pleaded, he persuaded, but I built walls around my pain, shutting him out.I moved into another room, isolating myself from everyone and everything. Days passed without eating or letting anyone in. Cole, using our mental link, reached out countless times, his voice a mix of concern and heartache. He begged me to stop hurting myself, insisting that my pain was tearing him apart. I blocked him, not wanting to hear anymore, wanting to be left alone in my despair.The exhaustion reached a breaking point, and one day, I fainted. The next thing I knew, I was in a hospital bed with drips attached, and Cole was sleeping in a chair beside me. Seeing his peaceful sleeping form, so similar t

Arnold's PovThe next day, the doctor releases us to go home, and Kylie sighs in relief, visibly tired of staying in the hospital. Gently helping her to the car, she settles in the back seat with the baby. As I turn around and get into the car, we head home, eager to start this new chapter of our lives.Upon arriving home, we're met with a surprising welcome party for the baby, organized by the pack. Kylie's eyes widen in surprise as we open the door, and the pack members scream, “surprise!” Tears enter her eyes, and the baby is slightly startled by the sudden noise. I take the baby gently from her arms, sensing her slight overwhelm as everyone rushes towards her to catch a glimpse of the newborn. She looks at me with gratitude, and I feel a sense of protectiveness.The pack members approach one by one, greeting Kylie and admiring the baby in my arms. Pride glows in my eyes as they marvel at their future Luna. After everyone gets a look at the baby, the atmosphere becomes lively, with