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SOPHIA’S POVAs soon as Darcy hesitated, her eyes darting between me and her mother, Emily placed a gentle hand on her daughter's shoulder."It's fine, sweetie. Sophia and I can talk privately. Why don't you go check on dinner or something? We'll be quick.""We just had dinner, mom. And you both are acting so weird.”

SOPHIA POV The cafe air felt thicker after Emily's words, her piercing gaze lingering on me like a spotlight I could not escape. I forced another sip of my iced tea, the cold liquid doing nothing to quench the heat rising in my cheeks. "I won't hurt her," I repeated, my voice steadier than I felt. "Darcy's important to me." Lie layered upon lie, stacking like a house of cards in a breeze. Emily nodded slowly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes, but she dropped the subject, shifting to lighter talk about Darcy's art and campus life. We parted with a hug, hers was warm whilst mine was stiff, and I walked back to the dorm with my mind spinning.Had she bought it? That question haunted me the entire way. Emily struck me as perceptive, the kind of woman who could spot deceit from a mile away and that familiarity was more than just her looks now. It was in her mannerisms, the way she stirred her tea clockwise, three times, before sipping. It reminded me of my mom, a habit I had seen a

SOPHIA POV Darcy's next scheme was bolder… a family game night at her mom's hotel suite. "Neutral ground," she said. "Board games, wine, old memories."I agreed to help, feigning enthusiasm even though every moment with her planning this wrecked my heart.But as we planned, I subtly undermined. I suggested Monopoly, knowing Eric hated it—too cutthroat, he had once confessed during our affair. And wine? I ‘forgot’ to buy non alcoholic for Emily, who I learned from Darcy had a sensitivity.I was cruel, too cruel but at this point I cared less about everything.The night arrived. Emily's suite was elegant, overlooking the city lights. Darcy buzzed with excitement, setting up the board. Eric arrived first, his eyes locking on me immediately. "Sophia," he murmured, voice husky. "Good to see you."I ignored the shiver, focusing on Darcy. Emily came next, hugging everyone. That familiarity hit again—her smile, the way she tilted her head. It gnawed at me.We started playing and tensions ros

SOPHIA POVThe whole weekend thing actually happened even though I tried so hard to mess it up. I “forgot” to double-check Emily’s flight like I was supposed to. I even thought about sending her a fake text saying the cabin was canceled because of bugs or something dumb. But Darcy being Darcy, she called her mom like three times to make sure everything was good. So yeah, Emily showed up anyway. All four of us pulled up to this old wooden cabin by the lake at the same time. The place looked exactly like it did in Darcy’s old pictures.Darcy was bouncing like a kid on Christmas. “This is gonna be amazing!” she squealed, grabbing bags out of the trunk. “Okay, room rules! Me and Sophia in the little bedroom with the bunk beds, and Mom and Dad—you guys get the big one with the lake view. To spark old flames, right?” She winked at them like it was the cutest idea ever.I felt like I was gonna throw up. Eric’s eyes met mine across the hood of the car. Just one second, but it was enough to m

SOPHIA POVI slammed the dorm door so hard it rattled the posters on the wall. My whole body was shaking after talking to Emily. Her eyes... oh my gosh, they were like she could see straight into my soul. I kept hearing her voice over and over: “You remind me of someone.” And then that part about being Eric’s type. Did she know? Like, did she actually know I was messing around with her ex-husband? Or was she just being a protective mom? I didn’t even know anymore.I walked over to the mirror hanging above my desk. My dark hair was a mess from running my hands through it too many times. My cheekbones looked sharp, kinda pointy. I turned around and looked at our tiny room. Darcy’s art stuff was everywhere—paints, sketchbooks, colored pencils all over the desk. And there on her nightstand was that cute old photo of her with her mom and dad, all smiling like life was perfect. Back when they were still a happy family. Before me. Before I ruined everything.I crashed onto my bed and shoved

SOPHIA’S POVMy professor is Darcy's father? How? Why the fuck was this happening to me.The man I had been trying not to think about, the same one whose voice lingered in my head long after lectures ended—was Darcy’s father. Standing in front of me now, calm and composed, he looked exactly like the kind of man who never let things slip. Including his reactions.I had wanted to use Darcy to get over the fact that my sexy professor didn't want me only to get trapped with his own daughter which means there

LizabellaAfter getting married to the Lycan Kings, I became the Supreme Luna of the Lycan triplets, and peace finally returned to both realms.The wedding had been a spectacle of unity with werewolf howls mingling with Lycan chants under a blood moon, sealing our vows in a ceremony that bridged centuries of enmity. Damian's playful grin had lit up the night, Donald's stern nod had grounded the promises, and Damon's intense gaze had warmed my soul.As Supreme Luna, I oversaw the balance of power, my role elevated beyond mere wife to a symbol of harmony. For the first time in centuries, Lycans and Werewolves coexisted, sharing borders without bloodshed, trading resources that strengthened us all.

LizabellaAs I paced the dimly lit room of the hotel in the capital, my mind raced with a torrent of worries that refused to settle because although I believed in myself, and I knew the points I had made about the Lycan advancements in technology, vaccines, and treatments were irrefutable because they could save lives, reduce our mortality rates, and propel the werewolf realm into a future where we weren't constantly battling genetic disorders and environmental adaptation but I still felt uncertain.‘What if their pride was stronger than the need for change?’ I asked myself as I paced around in circles because The Council of Kings were steeped in tradition, their egos as ancient as the stone halls they occupied so they might see alliance as weakness, a surrender to the Lycans rather than a step toward development.&n

LizabellaWatching Jerry and Josie unravel before me brought a certain kind of happiness to my heart and knowing that I had won and gotten what was rightfully mine made me even happier. Because the elders had given me their blessings, on seeing that I had the finances to take care of the pack all by myself, but some of them were still quite reluctant about having to send Jerry away.So without settling in or resting, I had a few guards escort me all the way to the capital to meet with the council of kings. There, I presented the evidence before them, and they gave me the go ahead to do whatever I saw fit. After that, I returned andwith the support of the elders, exiled Jerry and Josie from the pack.Jerry's eyes were filled with pleas, like he really

JosieHonestly, I wasn't expecting Lizabella to ever return because Agnes had claimed she had everything planned out, that she was going to make sure Lizabella never came back and was trapped in the Lycan realm, out of our hair forever. And even the last time we spoke, just two weeks ago over a hushed phone call in the dead of night, where she assured me with that smug certainty of hers that Lizabella was never going to return.So what happened? What went wrong? My mind raced, replaying every conversation.Why didn't Agnes give me a heads-up? A simple message, a warning or anything to prepare for this disaster. Now, what is the future? What are we going to do? What's the next phase of the plan?

Jerry“Tch!” Lizabella scoffed, her lips curling in disdain as she fixed Josie with a glare that could freeze fire. "Not everybody is as cheap as you, Josie,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt.“I do not sell myself to somebody just to prove my worth. I prove my worth by doing a good job, by helping them out and solving crises in their realm. That was how they saw how useful I was, so they decided to assist and help me and if you still believe that they have taken a liking to me, then you are not wrong. I mean, after all, they are my fated mates, so it's expected that they would take a liking to me."As soon as she said that, gasps and murmurs erupted around the table, a cacophony of shock rippling through the elders like a

JerryHearing Lizabella say that she doesn't need me anymore actually felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest because I haven't seen her in several months, and I had been wondering how she was doing. Yet here she was, standing tall and defiant, her eyes blazing with a fire I barely recognized, declaring she didn't need me.But could I blame her? I had cheated on her with her best friend, Josie, of all people. I had hurt her so deeply, shattered her trust, and worst of all, she had lost our child because of my recklessness, my stupid, selfish actions that led to that tragic accident. Was I really expecting her to say she needed me?Deep down, no, but still, I didn't want to leave her. The thought of walking away from her now, after everything, tw

Maya’s POVOne year.It had been one whole year since my life changed in ways I never imagined.One year since I became a mother. A wife. A woman that was now in charge of her own destiny.And today was my birthday. The- my family gathered together to celebrate. I now had everything that I had dreamed over and never thought that I would have- it was not my reality.I was standing outside the hall and my heart was racing from nervousness and ant

Maya’s POVI was back in the house from the hospital and I was well settled in with my baby. We had settled into a peaceful life and everything was going quite well.The house was quiet except for the occasional soft sounds coming from the cradle beside me.Tulip.My not only perfect but also beautiful baby girl.She was sleeping soundly, her tiny chest was rising and falling in a rhythmic pattern and her hands were curled into fists. Every time I tu

Alexander’s POVThree hours.It had been three long, agonizing hours since Maya had been rushed behind those double doors.Three hours of waiting. Of pacing. Of running my hands through my hair so many times that my scalp ached.Three hours of nothing.No updates. No news. No sounds except the distant beeping of machines and the murmured conversations of other families waiting for their own news.

Maya’s POVA sharp pain shot through my stomach and I let out a gasp.“Maya, are you okay?” Alex asked as his grip on me tightened. “Let’s get you out of here.”“No. I’m fine and I’m going nowhere,” I said to him before I turned to look at my mother. “What’s your name because I can’t bear calling you my mother.”“My name is Greta,” she replied solemnly.

Maya’s POVMy hands shook as I read the contents of the paper that I was holding.I could feel Alex’s eyes on me as he watched me steadily and with all attention, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him. My eyes scanned the content of the paper again.We had gone to the hospital to know the truth and so I could have proof to deny her claims. Now, as I stared at the DNA test results, my mind reeled and I refused to accept them.Positive.

Maya’s POV“Amaya?”I was stunned and a bit disoriented as my eyes searched the eyes of the woman that was staring back at me weirdly. A strange shiver ran down my spine and the woman looked at me intently as if she was searching for something and trying to see into my soul and figure out what was going on in my head.But I didn’t know her, all she did was feel familiar. Nothing else. I had no idea who she was and I couldn’t even recognize her.“You’re Amaya,” the woman said, her voice thick wit