Romances de Sunkissed

~TESSA~ The house was finally quiet.For once, no roaring engines. No alarms. No ghosts. Just the soft sound of three tiny heartbeats asleep in the next room.I stood in the doorway for a moment, watching them. Their tiny chests rising and falling. Their father’s dark hair, my eyes.“You three are my whole world,” I whispered.A hand slipped around my waist. Warm. Familiar. Strong.Ryder kissed the back of my neck. “You’re supposed to be resting,” he murmured.“I am resting,” I said softly. “Just... watching them.”He chuckled, low in my ear. “You said that two hours ago.”I smiled. “Can’t help it. Still feels unreal.”He looked past me at the babies. “They’ve got your stubbornness already. The smallest one kicked me in the thumb earlier.”I laughed quietly. “Maybe she takes after you.”He grinned. “Then I’m doomed.”We stood there in silence for a while, just listening to them breathe. The past felt like another lifetime. The fire, the fights, the fear—it all faded into background n

TESSA The morning felt like a dream. No gunfire. No fear. No ghosts. Just laughter echoing through the Bishop mansion as the girls moved around the room like excited birds. Sarah stood behind me, fixing the lace veil with steady hands. “Hold still, Tess,” she said, biting her lip. “If you move again, I’ll poke your head.” Debbie laughed from the vanity, curling her hair. “She’s nervous. Look at her hands—they’re shaking.” “I’m not nervous,” I said. “Just… overwhelmed.” “Same thing,” Sarah teased. I caught my reflection in the mirror. The white dress shimmered softly under the light. I didn’t recognize myself for a second. I looked… peaceful. “God,” I whispered. “It’s really happening.” Sarah’s smile softened. “It is. And you look beautiful.” I turned to hug her, careful not to mess up the veil. “Thank you for coming, sis.” She hugged me tighter. “Wouldn’t miss it for anything. Besides, I had to see the biker who finally tamed my sister.” Debbie chuckled. “Tamed? More like

~TESSA~ I was folding one of the babies’ tiny blankets when the TV caught my eye. The morning show host was smiling wide, microphone in hand, standing beside someone who looked… familiar. It took me a second to realize who it was. Sarah. My baby sister, standing in front of a huge art display — her art. Cameras flashing, people clapping. And then the words hit me. “…winner of the International Design Exhibition, with a grand prize of two million euros — Sarah Collins!” I froze. Then I screamed. Ryder came running from the hallway, holding one of the twins like a football. “What? What happened? Who’s dead?” I pointed at the screen. “Look!” He turned. “No way…” Sarah was smiling, tears in her eyes, holding a big glass award. She looked so different — confident, radiant, alive. Paris had done her good. “Oh my God…” I grabbed my phone with shaking hands. “I have to call her!” The call connected on the third ring. “Tess?” “Sarah Collins, you millionaire genius!” I shouted. S

(Tessa’s POV)The house was finally quiet.The kind of quiet that doesn’t feel empty… just peaceful.The babies were asleep — all three of them. Ryder and I stood by their cribs, watching the rise and fall of their tiny chests. Three little heartbeats that somehow made the whole world make sense.Ryder smiled, his arm sliding around my waist. “They look like you.”I laughed softly. “No, they don’t.”“Yeah, they do,” he murmured. “Same nose. Same little frown when they dream.”I leaned against him. “You think they’ll grow up wild like you?”He chuckled. “Hell, I hope not.”I turned to look at him, really look at him. His hair a little messy, shirt half-buttoned, eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. There was no trace of the man who once lived for chaos. Just Ryder… the man who fought his way out of hell for me.“Come on,” he said quietly, taking my hand. “Let’s sit outside.”The night air was cool. We sat on the back porch, a blanket around us, the glow from the nursery window spilling

(Tessa’s POV)It felt strange waking up without fear.No screams in the night. No shadows moving in the corners. Just sunlight through the window and the sound of three tiny heartbeats sleeping in their cribs.For the first time in a long time… life felt normal.Ryder was still asleep beside me, one arm thrown over his face. He looked peaceful. The scars, the bruises, the rough edges—they were still there. But somehow, softer now.I smiled, kissed his cheek, and slipped out of bed.Today wasn’t about danger or curses or survival.Today was about the future.By noon, Debbie was at the door, already talking before I could even open it all the way.“Come on, sleepyhead! We’ve got a bride to dress!”“Debbie—”“No excuses! Ryder said I could kidnap you for the day. Said it himself.” She held up her phone, showing me a text.I groaned. “He actually said that?”“Word for word: Take her before she talks herself out of it.”I rolled my eyes, laughing. “He would.”Before I could argue, she was

(Tessa’s POV) 8 MONTHS LATER... The pain came fast. Too fast. I was in the hospital room, gripping Ryder’s hand so tight I thought I’d break it. “Breathe, Tess… come on, baby, breathe…” His voice trembled, but he tried to sound calm. “I’m… I’m trying!” I screamed, another wave of pain tearing through me. Nurses rushed around, shouting numbers, checking monitors. Someone yelled, “She’s crowning!” Everything blurred after that. The lights. The noise. The sound of my own heartbeat slamming in my ears. And then — a cry. Then another. Then… another. Three. Triplets. I was sobbing before I even saw them. Tiny, pink, alive. Three little pieces of us. Ryder was crying too. I’d never seen him cry before. His tears dropped onto my hand as he kissed my forehead. “You did it, Tess… you did it…” The nurse smiled, placing the babies on my chest. “Two boys and a girl,” she said softly. “All healthy.” For a moment, the world was perfect. Hours later, the room was qu

ISABELLA'S POV The dungeon beneath Redmoon Palace was everything I'd imagined and worse. Cold stone walls wept with moisture. The air smelled of mold, blood, and despair. Torches provided barely enough light to see, casting shadows that moved like living things. And the sounds—goddess, the sounds. Dripping water. Distant screams. The scurrying of rats in the darkness. The guards threw me into a cell at the far end of the corridor and locked the iron door with a heavy clang that echoed through my bones. "Comfortable?" one of them sneered. I didn't answer. Didn't give him the satisfaction. They left, their footsteps fading into silence, and I was alone. I sank onto the stone bench that served as a bed, wrapping my arms around myself. The cold seeped through my thin dress immediately, making me shiver.

ISABELLA'S POV I couldn't shake the feeling of Damon's eyes on me. Even after I'd hurried away from Leon's study, even after I'd turned three corners and descended two flights of stairs, I still felt watched. Hunted. My wolf paced anxiously beneath my skin. *Danger. Trap. Run.* But where could I run? I was already trapped in this palace, playing a role I couldn't escape. I reached my small chamber in the servants' quarters and pushed the door open—and froze. Someone had been inside. Nothing was obviously disturbed. The bed was still made, my few belongings still in place. But I'd been a warrior long enough to notice the small things: my hairbrush moved three inches to the left, the small crack in the floorboard now visible when I'd deliberately covered it with the rug, the faint scent of unfamiliar perfume lingering in the air. Rose and j

Isabella's POV The summons came just as the sun began to set. "His Majesty requests your presence in his private study," the guard said, his expression carefully neutral. My stomach dropped like a stone. Private study. Not the throne room where he held court. Not the council chamber where he strategized with his brothers. Not even the dining hall where he sometimes took his meals. Private. I wiped my hands on my apron, suddenly very aware that I smelled like kitchen soap and hard work. "Now?" "Now," the guard confirmed. I followed him through winding corridors I'd walked a hundred times, but somehow they felt different tonight—narrower, darker, like the walls were closing in. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. Something's different, she whispered. Be careful. We reached the heavy oak doors at the end of the west wing. The guard knocked once, then stepped aside without a word, leaving me standing there alone. "Enter," Leon's voice called from inside, low and command

Sierra's POV I couldn't leave my chambers for two full days. Two. Days. The humiliation burned hotter than the cramps still twisting my stomach. Every time I closed my eyes, I heard it—the laughter echoing through the palace corridors. The whispers that followed me like ghosts. The guards trying desperately not to smirk when they thought I wasn't looking. And her. Isabella. Standing there in that kitchen with her blank, innocent face like she hadn't just destroyed me in front of everyone who mattered. Rogers knocked on my door for the fourth time that morning. I'd been counting. "Sierra, please. Let me in." "Go away!" I screamed, hurling a cushion at the door. It hit with a pathetic thud that only made me angrier. "You can't hide forever." "Watch me!" A long silence stretched between us. Then his voice came again, softer this time, almost pitying: "Everyone's talking about it. They're saying you tried to poison the King's maid and it... backfired." My blood turned to ic

Evergreen Pack hadn’t seen a celebration this big in months. Not since before the invasion. Not since before the chaos, the bodies, the panic… and not since before Isabella vanished without a trace. Colorful lanterns hung from every branch of the courtyard trees. Music shook the ground. Food filled the long tables. Laughter rolled like thunder through the crowd. And right in the middle of it all stood Clara—Evergreen’s new Luna, wrapped in shimmering gold, smiling like she owned the world. Because she did. At least, for now. CLARA’S POV I raised my wine glass high, letting the light bounce off the diamonds around my wrist. Wolves cheered. Elders nodded proudly. Omegas bowed as I passed, whispering about how beautiful their Luna looked. Good. They needed to forget the dead child, forget the dungeon, forget the guard who was burned to death. A party was the perfect distraction. “Brilliant idea, my Luna,” Elder Rowan praised, his belly round and stuffed from the fea

Isabella’s POV The moment Sierra started screaming, I already knew she was going to try something stupid. Her face was bright red, her eyes tearing up, and she clutched her stomach like her insides had suddenly turned into lava. The smell alone told everyone exactly what had happened — the girl was about to explode. The kitchen stopped. The guards stopped. Even the fire in the stove seemed to pause. Then Sierra rounded on me like a demon reborn. “You—” She pointed at me with shaky fingers. “You poisoned me! You disgusting little maid, you put something in my drink!” I blinked slowly. “Why would I poison you with… that?” “That’s the point!” Sierra screamed. “You embarrassed me! You ruined me!” A loud noise came from her stomach. Everyone froze again. One guard whispered, “Moon goddess… that sounded dangerous.” Another maid covered her face to hide her laugh, and the small sound made Sierra snap. “Wipe that smile off your face! I’m the future Luna of Re