Kayla's pov I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to believe it. I had kissed him. I had slept with him. My entire body shuddered. “No. No, it can’t be,” I whispered, shaking my head. Ingrid rose to her feet. “Kayla, you don’t know for sure.” “I look like her, Ingrid. Even you have said so. And now there’s this picture. The weapons. The adoption records he found. It’s all… it’s too much. I'm so confused.” Ingrid tried to place a hand on my shoulder, but I stepped away. “I was intimate with him, Ingrid. What if—what if I just slept with my brother?” “Stop. Don’t do that to yourself,” she said gently. “I'm sure that there's more to the story. We don’t know anything for sure yet.” I looked down, clutching my arms to my chest. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t undo it.” She hesitated. “Then… what are you going to do?” “I don’t know. I want to scream. I want to run. I want to destroy every lie that brought me here.” “Luna Kayla…” “I’m scared Ingrid.” She came closer thi
Kayla'spov The car ride back to the hotel felt longer than it should have. Logan was quiet behind the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road like he was trying not to get involved in anything happening in the back seat. I sat beside Adrian, staring out the window at the passing streets of Xavier’s territory, my thoughts tangled and heavy. What exactly did this all mean? The image of the hidden weapons, and the picture I found still burned in my mind—the way they were so perfectly stored in the basement of a home I thought I knew. Stored by parent's i thought i knew. I just couldn't make sense of what was happening. My hands clenched in my lap, knuckles going white. “I can’t believe this,” I whispered. Adrian turned his head slightly. “About the weapons?” “No,” I muttered, still watching the blur of buildings pass by. “Well, yes. But more about my parents in general. I just… I wish I could ask them. I wish they were here so I could look them in the eye and demand to know w
Kayla's POV My heart was racing at the thoughts of what I had just found. I was on my way to meet Adrian downstairs but the silence in the hallway pressed against my ears. The picture I had tucked into my pocket before rushing down burned in my mind.How was Lady Rina connected to my parents? Connected to me? Connected to Alpha Dominic? I moved quietly through the halls of the house I grew up in, even though I knew nobody else was living inside. Or at least… that's what I think.But then again, the house was a little too clean for something no one had touched for years. But maybe I was imagining things."Adrian?" I called when I got downstairs and didn't see anyone."Down here!" He shouted and I immediately realized where he was. The floor creaked softly under my weight as I headed down the narrow corridor toward the basement door. I hadn’t thought about that space in years. I used to walk by it dozens of times a day. As a child, I always wondered what was behind it. I remember o
Kayla'spov I hadn’t stepped foot inside this house in years, but everything still smelled the same. Warm wood, old books, and lavender. The scent of my mother’s favorite oil still lingered faintly in the corners. My throat tightened as I walked through the halls of my childhood home, now a stranger to me. The place looked almost frozen in time, the furniture polished, the pictures still perfectly aligned along the walls like someone had been maintaining it. Adrian trailed beside me, occasionally glancing at me with concern, while Councilman Augustine lingered a few steps behind, nose wrinkled like the place offended him. We stopped in front of the framed photographs lining the hallway. There were many many pictures there. There were my parents’ wedding picture, our family photos, and even pictures of me at school award ceremonies, laughing and holding medals. “I used to love this hallway,” I murmured, forcing a small smile. “My mom would change out the pictures every year.” Ad
Kayla’s POV My heart pounded so loudly that I was certain everyone in the car could hear it. I squeezed my fists against my thighs, desperately trying to steady my breathing as Logan carefully navigated the familiar streets of my childhood. Everything felt too real, too close—like the memories I'd worked so hard to bury were now reaching up from beneath the soil to drag me under. “You okay?” Adrian asked quietly, turning to look at me from the front passenger seat. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were soft with concern. I managed a forced smile, swallowing hard before responding. “Yeah. I'm okay.” “You sure?” he pressed gently, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “It's not too late, Kayla. We can still stop and take you back to the hotel. No one would blame you.” I stared out the window, watching the houses roll by, remembering each one from childhood memories I'd rather have forgotten. “No. I have to do this,” I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. “I need
Kayla's pov Sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently waking me up from yet another restless night. I rolled over, stretching slowly, but my body immediately tensed when I remembered where I was. Xavier’s pack. I still couldn't believe I was back in the place that haunted my worst memories. "Hey, you awake?" Adrian's voice pulled me out of my dark thoughts. He was already dressed, standing at the window, looking at me with concern etched into his handsome face. "Yeah, unfortunately," I mumbled, sitting up and hugging the blanket closer to my chest. Anxiety gripped me tightly, refusing to let go. Adrian walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing the hair from my face. "Kayla, What’s bothering you. It’s written all over your face." I hesitated, my mind flashing back to Lady Rina. That mysterious woman who wouldn't leave my dreams, no matter how desperately I tried to forget her. Adrian noticed my pause, his eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. "I’m fine, Adrian,"