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Sophia's POV Every morning I vowed myself only ten minutes walk, as little as it was better to stir the joints, to get the breath of air that was not laden with medicine or smothered anxiety. However, it happened that an hour always stretched to those ten minutes. Do not overdo it, a voice that I recognized said behind me. Adrian’s beta , Lucas. It was just walking, I said, as though I were innocent. “Not running laps.” He chuckled, stepping closer. That is not what the healers told last time. Someone had apparently decided to use the stairs which lead to the southern terrace, in order to get a glimpse of the view. I rolled my eyes. You make it sound as though I climbed up a mountain. And then it was to one who fainted two weeks ago? His eyebrow arched. “It’s close enough.” I attempted not to laugh, without success. “You sound like my mother.” He smiled. Then perhaps you had better hear once. We stepped in time with each other and walked along the road bordered with growing

Victoria's POV There was no council chamber in years that had been so tense. All the seats were occupied, old folk, guards, counsellors, all awaiting the word of the Alpha. The air was full of suspicion and questions not to be asked.Yet today it was not Adrian who was in command of the room. It was Marissa.I requested an audience, I said, sweetly, because I think that this court is entitled to the truth.Adrian was sitting at the chamber-head, but his features were indescribable. He spoke calmly with his voice. “Truth, Marissa? You have made a life of cringing that word.“Maybe,” she said with a shrug. But there are truths that you do not want to know.It started all at once, gossiping voices, glancing at each other. She loved the surge, and was feasting on the anarchy.I know things, I went on, and my voice went up, things your sweet Luna would not like the world to know. The secrets that would destroy the ideal image of your happy little family.Adrian didn’t flinch. “Then speak.

Adrian's POV The morning began too still. The silence which was not repose, even the instant before something disintegrated.I was sitting in my office, going through patrol reports when Rowan broke the door open, gasping. His habitual composure had been lost in something, tense and suspicious.Alpha, said he, with a lowering head. “We’ve found them.”My hand stood in mid writing. “Who?”He met my gaze. “Ethan and Marissa. They’ve come back.”The words hit like cold steel. I sat back in my chair, and tightened my fingers on the pen until it snapped.“Where?”“At the western border. They came to the patrol being unarmed saying that they want to repent. The tone of Rowan was enough to make it understood that he did not think so. “They asked to see you — only you.”Before I could help myself a bitter laugh got out. “Repentance. That’s new.”Rowan hesitated. “Your orders?”“Bring them in,” I said quietly. “Alive.”He blinked. “Alive? You’re sure?”“Yes.” My voice hardened. It is my desir

Victoria's pov It was a different atmosphere when I went through the palace gates once more. Lighter. Warmer.It was not the place that I used to conquer with fear and control. The guards showed no deference, as they were too terrified of me; they bent with deference to Adrian, and perhaps with politeness to the lady I once was.Welcome, Lady Victoria, one of them said in a polite manner.Lady. Not Luna.I smiled faintly. “Thank you.”The smell of the lavender and fresh bread was floating in the air as I walked through the familiar halls. It was flowered all in the passages, there was laughter at some point towards the gardens, and the weak cry of a baby giggling against the stone walls.My steps slowed. That noise, which was light, soft, pure, struck deeper than I had thought.Adrian was waiting to meet me at the great staircase. He was not like him, not in youth, but peace mate. His eyes looked calm as I had not seen the like of them since he was a boy.“Mother,” he greeted.“Adria

Lila's POV I didn’t sleep that night.I admired Lucien, who slept next me, with his little hand holding on to the edge of his blanket. His composed face was a difficulty to breathe. I had said to myself that I did the right thing. That it was worth it. The fact that one life would be swapped with another was a decision I was comfortable with.However, the act of reading the letter written by Sophia made me see something mean, forgiveness did not heal pain. It only made it gentler.The dawn came too soon.As I entered the passage the young morning sun tipped all the things gold. The palace was alive once more, servants murmuring, guards relieving, the sound of kitchen work in the distance. However, my thoughts were dragging in me as it was as if I were moving in water.The room of Sophia was only some doors away. I waited in the doorway listening. I might have heard the sound of her voice, so low, but still warm.Before I had knocked, she called Come in.When I got there she was sitti

Lila's povLucien waves his little fists feebly in my arms.“Hungry again, little wolf?” I said, and turned him softly against me.When he made me suckle, I began humming, hardly noticing that it was a melody my mother would sing to me and Sophia when we were sisters.Lucien twittered a little, like he knew. I chuckled under my breath. You will be a girl knowing that, won’t you? Forgiveness is the greatest virtue in this world. Power stronger than anger, Stronger than power, stronger than anger.I gazed a moment in the direction of the nursery door. I heard some humming--the voice of Sophia.My throat tightened, and I smiled. That is your aunt, I said to Lucien. “The bravest heart I know.”He winked and his small hand squeezed my finger.It is because of her you are here, I added covertly. And that it was what love is all about.Once his breathing came to balance, I laid him lying in his cradle beside the bed. The moonlight touched his features, and a moment made him look like a dream

Sophia’s POVA complex network of emotional warmth and affectionate bonds filled the hospital room alongside muffled laughter sounds. The walls which once stood as sterile cold barriers now embraced the comforting presence of my family—our family. The monitor's steady beep became a distant hum beneath the hushed voices and the tiny surreal weight cradled in my arms.Noah.People whispered his name and marveled at it repeating it endlessly as if speaking it aloud would somehow solidify the reality of this moment. Noah Alexander Richmond. Our son. My eyes fell upon him where his minuscule fingers gripped the blanket fabric which enveloped him securely. His delicate features combined with a soft pink skin tone and tiny lips that remained slightly parted created an intricate image as he slept soundly against my chest. The newborn possessed Alexander’s nose alongside my lips while sporting an incredibly thick mane of dark hair unmatched by any infant I had seen before.My father abruptly

(Alexander’s POV)A sudden scream from Sophia pierced the silent bedroom air and abruptly ended my sleep. My eyes burst open and my pulse raced uncontrollably while I turned to see her clutching her belly with her entire body trembling. Her face contorted by agony twisted upon itself while her breath emerged in uneven ragged gasps.An ancient and fundamental terror gripped my being.“Sophia? My voice emerged roughened by sleep yet upon witnessing the sheer panic within her eyes I became fully awake.She emitted another sharp cry while curling inward and clutching the sheets as if they were her sole safeguard against falling to pieces. A-Alexander she whimpered her voice barely a whisper. It’s—oh God—it’s time. ”Time.The word sent a jolt of electricity down my spine. This event did not represent yet another misleading signal. This was happening.I launched myself from the bed reaching for my phone with one hand while my other smoothed back her damp hair. Hold on baby. Just breathe—”

(Sophia’s POV)An unsettling quiet enveloped the house, disrupted solely by sporadic fireplace crackles and the steady tick of the antique clock. The snow-covered streets outside transformed into a shimmering spectacle under streetlights creating an artificial winter wonderland. A turbulent storm brewed within me.I adjusted my position on the couch while a dull ache spread through my lower back causing me to grimace. An incessant discomfort had persisted throughout the day which prevented any genuine relaxation. My hands moved without conscious thought to cradle my belly as I sensed the subtle movements of life inside me. The baby exhibited unusual activity levels that suggested he sensed his imminent arrival.Alexander positioned himself next to me while his watchful eyes followed my actions and each of his movements displayed a silent worry. His hand stretched toward a pillow which he then awkwardly positioned behind my back.“Better? His voice was low, soothing.A deliberate breat

(Sophia’s POV)The external atmosphere presented a sharp quality infused with pine essence and the aroma of newly deposited snow. An unnatural winter wonderland emerged within the grand wedding hall where magic and reality blended into an ethereal realm. Golden fairy lights hung across towering Christmas trees lining the aisle while their glow reflected on crystal icicle decorations suspended from the ceiling. The white-carpeted aisle's edges hosted flickering candles that projected a dreamy haze across the breathtaking scene. The atmosphere carried an intricate blend of cinnamon roasted chestnuts and subtle vanilla notes which emanated from the towering white and gold wedding cake that stood proudly at the hall's distant end.In the bridal suite before a majestic mirror I stood while my hands lay upon my swollen belly and I observed my own image. The dress I wore transformed into a winter dream—an elegant long-sleeved lace gown adorned with intricate snowflake embroidery along its sh

Sophia’s POVThe wedding hall pulsed with energy creating a tangled disorder as people rushed in every direction ensuring each detail found its place for the upcoming major event. Florists positioned extravagant bouquets featuring ivory roses alongside gold-dusted lilies and crimson orchids upon the grand tables. The decorators busily fixed shimmering silk drapes to the ceiling while their golden threads gleamed under the crystal chandeliers. A delicate melody unfolded in the background as an instrumental love song version played which immediately caused my heart to ache with nostalgic longing.From my distant corner seat I observed events unfold before me while Valerie sat beside me displaying complete disinterest. Everyone else engaged in frantic movements to double-check and perfect every ceremony element while I remained a mere observer."This situation is intolerable," I whispered while awkwardly adjusting my position in the chair.“Are you referring to the act of sitting down an

Sophia’s POVWhen the woman entered the room an unnatural silence descended as though a heavy curtain had fallen. All dialogue ceased while utensils remained suspended in mid-motion. My breath caught in an unnatural pause when I beheld her presence.The reality of her presence defied my initial expectations.The woman before us appeared entirely different from the youthful seductive image tabloids crafted in their grainy misleading photo. She existed as an older woman whose grace manifested through silver streaks that ran through her impeccably styled dark hair. The eyes she possessed showed intelligence and discernment yet bore the burden of experience instead of the playful mischief I had once envisioned. She displayed the sophisticated grace of a self-made empress whose presence demanded immediate respect upon her entrance into any room.I swallowed hard my stomach twisting with guilt.In what ways did my actions reach such levels of foolishness? How could I so readily question the

Mia's POV I sat still with cum still dripping from my cock. 'I... shit, Lena, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You are... so hot, and I have been so frustrated.' My voice sounded more hoarse than it should and the wine made me bolder than I should be. She looked , assessing the situation, me with my dress up on my hump, cock hardening yet still wet, the mess on the floor. Her eyes were opened, and she did not scream or cover her eyes. She did not yell at me, rather she remained quiet. I sat still and after sometime I decided to leave. “I…I’m sorry Lena.” I mumbled as I made a move to tuck my dick back in. “Sorry for what?” She asked. I opened my mouth to answer but the words failed me. She licked her lips and looked at my cock. 'Keep stroking.” She instructed and I complied. “Mia... you're... hard for me? Like that?' Her voice was lowered, inquiring, not indignant. “Yes, I said. “Looking at you so, naked and flawless. I want you, Lena. Bad.' She moved on the bed, and her thig

Mia’s POV “Open up.” I mumbled as I rang the doorbell to my friend’a apartment. Lena opened the door in her typical after-work clothes tight tank top, shorts, which revealed her fit legs and flat stomach. Her dark hair was dishevelled, and as though she had just run her fingers through it. 'Mia? Your eyes are puffy. You good? What happened? she said, and gave me a hug. She smelled of lavender soap and hospital antiseptic, which always made me feel secure. “The usual,” I said to her , and went in. Her room was small yet comfortable, and the doors to the balcony were open. I opened the wine immediately, and poured it out into wine glasses. I went out with her into the balcony, where there were two chairs facing the city lights. It was hot as a blanket around us and I kicked off my sandals, and could feel the cool tile at my feet. We drank and chatted--or, to be more exact, I chatted while she listened. 'He's such an asshole, Lena. Blames me all the time, that I am not a good person,

Tyler’s POV I could not look away, and my cock was now rock hard and was pressing against my jeans. Jordan sat beside me, his breathing coming a little heavier , but his hands remained on his thighs, and he was watching as well.I moved nearer, my knee touching his, and I touched his thigh with my hand, slowly squeezing as my cock hardened and twitched in my jeans so much iy began to hurt. “Jordan,” I said, in a low and rough voice, “can I... fuck you? Like, right now? I need to fuck…or get fucked.” He turned his head and his eyes fell on my bulge. 'You sure about that, Tyler? It is not merely the screen, but real. And gay sex is different from other normal fucks you are aware of.” I nodded, and my hand remained on his leg, sliding upwards. 'Yeah, I'm sure. And I would not mind my ass getting hard-fucked. And that is what it takes to work this out.' My heart was beating so hard I feel he can hear it. Jordan looked about my face, and slowly drew nearer to me. “This does not chan

Tyler's POVI banged the door of the apartment more than I intended, and the noise reverberated along the silent corridor. It was too early, far too early, for me to leave the bar where I worked but following that message sent by Sarah, I could not hang around wiping down counters and smiling at drunks. 'It's over. Don't call me.' That's all she said. I took off my shoes and went straight to the fridge and took a beer, hoping to drown my sorrows. The cold bottle was pleasant on my palm, but it did not accomplish anything with the knot in my gut.'Tyler? That you?' The voice of Jordan from the living room, seated on the couch , his laptop on his lap. 'Dude, you look wrecked. What happened? Shift that bad?'I unscrewed the top of the beer and made a long gulp, leaning on the counter. 'Worse. Sarah dumped me. Over text. Said it's over and to not call.' The words were bitter, as to make it true. I sat down in the chair at the kitchen table staring at the label coming off the bottle.Jor

Sarah's POV I couldn't sleep.I crept out of bed in my tank top and shorts, and walked down the hall to the room of Alex. I gave it a slight knock and pushed it open. He sat on the bedside, half: naked, scrolling his phone. 'Sarah? What's up? I thought you said you were going to bed.” “It is storming,” I said, and hugged myself. 'I'm scared of sleeping alone. “Can I... stay here? Just for tonight?' My voice was small. He dropped his phone, nodding his head. 'Yeah, it's fine. Come on.' He crept up, clearing his large bed. The linens were disarranged, and it smelled of him--clean soap with a touch of his signature perfume, a musky and seductive scent. “Here.” He said, tossing a pillow towards me.I got into it and lay on my side, with my back turned, trying to get my breath. The thunder was again heard, nearer. My mind wouldn't shut off. It brought back those dirty thoughts of mine I had tonight I had suppressed, but being so near to him and seeing his naked chest brought them back

Sarah's POVIt was a few minutes past 10 PM, and I was adding milk and stirring a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. The house was too quiet with Mom and Dad gone on their two week vacation, they left this morning . I was too lazy to cook, although I felt hungry enough to eat a whole hockey team.The door opened, it was my step brother, Alex."Hey, Sarah," he said as he stepped inside. "Long day?" I asked. "You have no idea," he said,opening the fridge for a water bottle. "An old truck came in just when we thought we would close for the day." He said as leaned back against the counter. His eyes went down quickly for a moment, and then I suddenly realized my tank top was a little too loose and revealed too much. I felt a little conscious about that, but I kept focused on my cereal to avoid making the situation more awkward than it needed to be.When I stood back up and looked at him, he was definitely staring. His eyes remained on my boobs for a split second before he snapped