Banished on the same day she was supposed to be made Luna of her pack, Sofia left heartbroken and found herself alone, battling depression. Just as she began to rebuild her life, she discovered she was pregnant with twins, carrying the legacy of her former mate, Nathan—the Alpha who betrayed her. In her darkest hour, she met Luca, a wealthy and renounced CEO, whose kindness and friendship helped her start anew. In a bold move to secure a better future for her children, she left the country with her babies to study at a renowned culinary school. Five years later, she was back! Back with her twins as a celebrated chef! But as time goes on, Alex, one of Sophia's twins, begins to show signs of shifting—awakening the werewolf bloodline within him and bringing the past crashing back. With the pack’s dangers resurfacing, Nathan reappears, desperate to reclaim his family after uncovering the truth behind his mistakes. Caught between the loyalty of the mate bond and her growing love for Luca, Sophia faces impossible choices that could determine her children's fate. “Mommy, Daddy, we want to be together!” > Alex and Alexia. “It’s not possible!” > Sophia. “Tell her it’s not!” > Nathan. Will she find it in her heart to forgive Nathan? Can she protect her family from those who threaten their safety? And with Victoria—the woman responsible for her banishment—still lurking, how far will Sophia go to secure a future for those she loves? With enemies closing in and her children caught in the crossfire, she must decide: Return to the pack with Nathan or forge a new future with Luca! Will love or loyalty prevail?
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"Slut!" "Wake up, you slut!" The voice echoed in my ears like a slap—sharp and piercing. My arm was tapped roughly, and a sickening weight pressed down on me, making my body feel like it was sinking into the bed. But I didn’t move. My eyelids were too heavy, my body too weak, as though something was forcing me to stay still. Then, the voice came again, louder this time. "You whore, I said wake up!" My chest rose and fell with a shaky breath as I forced my eyes open. The first thing I saw was Victoria's face, her lips curled into a sneer, eyes burning with disgust. I blinked, confused. My surroundings felt wrong and strange. I should be in Nathan's room, not here. This wasn’t his room. This wasn’t where I was supposed to be. Then it hit me. I was in the garden last night with a glass of wine, preparing for the most important day of my life. I was going to be made Luna of the pack. Nathan had called me and told me he had a surprise for me. But now... how had I ended up here? With Victoria? And where was Nathan? The unfamiliar room reeked of alcohol and deceit, its lavish curtains reminding me I was still somewhere within the palace. But this wasn’t Nathan’s room. I tried to sit up, but strong hands forced me back down. Panic surged in my chest, and I looked to my left. A man, a stranger, lay beside me, his eyes closed, his lips twisted into a grin even in his sleep. I rubbed my eyes, trying to focus, hoping it was a nightmare. This couldn’t be happening. Nathan should be the one here. But he wasn’t. The man beside me muttered something in his sleep, pulling me closer to him. I gasped and shoved at him, but he only tightened his grip, pulling me deeper into the bed. "Where the hell am I?" I whispered to myself, my voice trembling. Then, just as I was about to scream, Victoria’s voice sliced through the silence, cold and venomous. "I’ve always told you she’s not the right one for you." I froze, not understanding. My heart thudded painfully in my chest as I watched her step into the room again, a victorious glint in her eyes. "She’s a slut. A whore who only knows how to open her legs for any man," she sneered, her gaze flicking from me to the man beside me. I opened my mouth to protest, to explain, but nothing came out. The words were trapped in my throat, tangled in confusion and fear. What was happening? Before I could even process it, the door swung open with a force that rattled the frame. Nathan walked in. His eyes locked on me, and the world seemed to stop. The flicker of pain in his eyes was all I needed to see to know something had gone terribly, terribly wrong. My heart sank as his gaze swept over the scene—me, disheveled, clutching the sheets; the stranger beside me. His jaw tightened, and I saw the coldness build in his eyes. "What the hell is this?" he growled, his voice low, filled with barely contained rage. "I... Nathan, I... I don’t even know what’s going on," I stammered, my body trembling. I tried to pull away from the man, but he didn’t let go. I didn’t even recognize him. Who was he? How had I ended up here? Victoria stepped forward, smugly observing the chaos she had set in motion. Her role in this was clear. She was the mastermind, feeding him lies, manipulating him with every word. But I didn’t have time to think about that. All I could focus on was Nathan’s cold stare, the complete rejection I saw in his eyes. "Can you explain this?" His voice was tight with fury. I tried to explain, tried to make him understand, but the words wouldn’t come. "I was in the garden last night with a glass of wine... I was getting ready for…" "For today, yes, for today," I said, smiling weakly, hoping he’d understand. "It’s today," I added when it hit me. "You called me, told me you had a surprise..." Nathan's face twisted in disbelief. "A surprise?" he repeated, his voice harsh. "This is the surprise, Sofia? You with another man in my bed?" "And not just my bed but my private room at that," he said with hurt. I immediately looked around the room and realized he was right. It was his private room! The room he marked me! He only comes here when he wants to be alone, and according to him, I was the first person he had brought to this room. And now... Gosh! What's going on?! I thought. Tears welled in my eyes as I clutched the bedcovers to my chest. "No! Nathan, please... I don’t know how this happened." "And you couldn’t even come up with a better lie, Sofia," Nathan spat, his voice dripping with contempt. "You of all people knew I wasn’t even in the pack last night! I was out making sure everything was perfect for our coronation. Then how the hell did I call you?" "I don’t know!" I shouted, my voice cracking. "I didn’t do this! I—" "Shut up!" Nathan roared, cutting me off. "I’ve seen enough." Victoria’s face gleamed with satisfaction, and she stepped closer, tilting her head mockingly. “Oh, Nathan,” she said sweetly, her voice laced with poison, “I warned you about her. I told you she’d ruin you. But did you listen to me? No.” She smirked, her eyes cold as they locked on me. “Now look at her. A whore, just like I said. You should be thanking me for saving you before she dragged the entire pack down with her filthy ways.” Nathan’s face hardened as her words seemed to confirm every doubt he already had. "You’re a liar, Sofia. A cheat. You’ve betrayed me." His words were like daggers, each one plunging deeper into my heart. I tried to reach for him, desperate to make him see the truth, but his eyes hardened further, his body stiffening as he stepped back. "You’re not worthy of me. Or the pack." I felt the weight of his words crush me, suffocating me. I watched in shock as he turned to Victoria. "Get her out of my sight," he said coldly. "I don’t want to see her again." Then, he looked at me one last time. "You're banished. I never want to see you again," he spat. The words hit me like a physical blow. My body went numb as his words sank in. Banished?! I couldn’t breathe. My chest felt like it was collapsing, and the world around me seemed to blur. Victoria’s triumphant smile made my stomach churn. Before I could even react, Nathan turned his back on me, walking out of the room. The witch followed behind him, her wicked, victorious grin leaving me with the feeling that my fate had already been sealed. What just happened?SOPHIA'S POVLola was quiet for a moment, her hand loosely wrapped around her mug. Then, with a glance that was far too knowing for my liking, she said gently, “So… how do you really feel about him?”Her words settled like mist in the cozy room, quiet and unassuming, but thick enough that I couldn’t ignore them.I stared into my tea like it might offer a better answer than I could. It didn’t. “I don’t know.” I said, which was technically true, if you just didn't count all the parts of me screaming otherwise.Lola’s eyebrows shot up. “Oh, please. That’s the most suspicious ‘I don’t know’ I’ve heard all week – and I’ve had three customer complaints and a guy who claimed his espresso was ‘emotionally cold.’”I laughed despite myself. “Emotionally cold?”“He said it lacked soul. I gave him a biscotti and told him to take it up with his therapist.”I nearly spit my tea. “God, I’ve missed this.”“What, sarcasm and caffeine-fueled delusions?”“Exactly that.” I smiled, then let it slip. “And…
SOPHIA'S POVThe warmth of the mug seeped into my fingers as I curled them tighter around it, watching the steam swirl into the quiet kitchen. It seemed like Elara had offered me tea more out of habit than anything else, but I had accepted with a small, grateful smile, and she nodded, a smile on her own face, the kind that made you feel like she already knew what you needed.We walked in silence from the woods, the smell of nature and moonlight still clinging to my skin. I didn't know moonlight has its own scent till today. Was this how freeing it could be? Was this what I'd been missing? Been denying myself in the name of protection? The streets beyond this clove were empty this late, the world hushed and still. And now, with a cup in hand and the ache of the shift softened into a gentle hum beneath my skin, I finally felt grounded.At peace.Well, almost.“Elara?” I asked, glancing up from my mug. “How often do you walk these woods?”She arched a silver brow, blowing on her tea. “A
NATHAN'S POVI didn’t slam the door.Didn’t storm off, didn’t shout or demand she choose me. That had been the old me – the boy who thought power alone could win devotion.I left Sophia’s house with my jaw clenched, my fists loose at my sides, and a storm brewing behind my ribs. Lucas had looked so damn settled in her space, and she hadn’t stopped him. Not really. Not even when the kids had lit up at the sight of me, not when the air had pulsed between us like a heartbeat.I got in the car and pulled away slowly, like I wasn’t unraveling inside.But I was.I couldn’t go home. Not to the penthouse with its cold silence and reminders of what I’d lost. So I drove with no destination until the buildings thinned and the edges of the city blurred.Eventually, I ended up at the overlook above the river, where the world fell quiet and I could breathe.Almost.The next day came with emails, missed calls, and two back-to-back meetings. Camille cornered me in the hallway with her usual stack of
SOPHIA'S POVThe laughter came first – sharp and clear, like little bells ringing through the living room.“Okay, okay, one more time.” I laughed, holding up the deck of cards.“No!” Alex shouted, laughing uncontrollably and holding his tummy as he fell over onto the cushions. “You’re cheating!”“I am not!” I defended dramatically, spreading my hands. “I’m just really good at Go Fish.”“You peeked!” Alexia accused with narrowed eyes and a smug little grin, arms crossed as if she were the judge and jury both.“I did not peek! That’s called strategic intuition.”“Mom.” Alex groaned from the floor, face stuffed into a throw pillow then turned to Alexia. “She’s using grown up words again. That means she’s lying.”I fell back onto the carpet in mock defeat, while both kids climbed over me like little wolves claiming victory. It was past their bedtime, the dishes from dinner was still in the sink, and I had at least two voicemails from Kate about tomorrow’s delivery schedule. But none of it
SOPHIA'S POVI couldn’t taste the waffles.Couldn’t even tell if they were burnt or perfect, though I watched Lucas flip them with his usual confidence and pride. I watched Alex drizzle syrup across his plate like it was a masterpiece. I watched Alexia pick at hers, pulling the edges apart like she was unspooling something too tightly wound.And across the table – Nathan.His presence alone changed the air in the room. Like a low growl under a wolf's breath . He sat with poise, talking softly to Alex as if they’d always known each other. Asking questions about school, about drawings, about dreams. And somehow – somehow – Alex opened up. Completely. Like he’d been waiting to be heard in exactly that tone, with exactly that warmth.It scared me. How easy it was.“You okay?” Lucas’s voice cut into the quiet.I blinked. He was watching me from the other end of the table, his jaw tight, his expression blank. Dangerous.“Yeah.” I said too fast. “Just tired.”“Didn’t sleep again?”I shrugged
NATHAN'S POVThe door swung open.And there she was.Sophia.Barefoot, wearing worn jeans and a soft sweater that still somehow managed to knock the breath from my lungs. Her hair was loose around her shoulders, her cheeks flushed like she’d been running — or panicking. Knowing the absolute fucking love of my life – probably both.Her eyes locked onto mine. For a second, neither of us moved.I tightened my grip on the paper bag and the small wooden box in my other hand. Gifts. Pathetic offerings for the things I really wanted — her forgiveness. My children’s acceptance. A place at their table. In their lives.“Hi.” I said, voice rougher than I intended.“Hi.” She breathed back.I saw it then — the war happening inside her. The way her body wanted to lean toward me but her mind pulled her back. Fear. Guilt. Hope.All tangled together. Dammit. Not still.“I brought something.” I said quietly, lifting the bag a little.Sophia blinked like she’d forgotten how to speak. Then she stepped as
SOPHIA’S POV The sun filtered gently through the curtains, casting warm stripes across the wooden floor. For once, the house was quiet – not with the eerie kind of silence that came from something being wrong, but the kind that only came after a storm. I stood in the kitchen, barefoot, a mug of tea cradled in my hands. “Ow, hot.” I burned my fingers as I dipped it in the mug to taste the tea. Then replied myself, “Of course it's hot you dummy. You just made it.” I sighed and leaned my head lightly against the cabinet door as I stared at the empty hallway beyond. The twins were still asleep, for now. I had let them sleep in. I’d taken the day off. No Kate, no kitchen, no demands. I texted her before dawn. “Can’t come in today. Family stuff. I trust you.” I didn’t say more, and she didn’t ask. She just sent back a thumbs-up and a heart. I knew she would understand even with no explanation. The truth was, I didn’t even know how to put words to what had happened last night. I wa
VICTORIA'S POVThe air reeked of stale beer, sweat, and desperation. Ew.But, it was exactly the kind of place I’d expect to find a disgraced Alpha drowning in his own failure. Go figure.The bar was tucked into the corner of a forgotten alley, away from prying eyes by broken neon signs and shattered dreams. How do the humans say it again? Ahh, yes. What a boulevard of broken dreams.I stood outside for a moment, letting my eyes adjust to the dim glow bleeding through the fogged windows. The faint thundering boom of music sounded from within – some cheap EDM beat vibrating through shitty speakers – and over all of that, somehow louder than it all, the rough voices of men exchanging bets, boasts, and laughter that reeked of low intelligence.I pushed the door open.The warmth inside hit me like a wall, thick with body heat and alcohol fumes. It was a human dive, alright. Ugh.Cheap wood paneling, flickering lights, a couple of dart boards with knives sticking out of them. A fight was b
NATHAN'S POVThe rain had finally stopped.I watched the last beads slide down the windowpane of my office, the world outside slick and silver under the afternoon light. It had been a quiet day—restless, but quiet. The kind of quiet that gets under your skin, makes your wolf lift its head and sniff the wind.Still, I tried not to read too much into it. I had things to do—real things.I turned my attention back to the table in front of me. A spread of papers, drawings, and a carefully wrapped pair of gifts sat in the center. One for Alex. One for Alexia.I had put them together after our last talk—gifts that I hoped the ancestors would be proud of, sure, but also from me. I’d carved their names into the wooden boxes myself. Inside were tokens of our world—hand-polished stones charged with protective runes, small journals bound in soft leather, and a pendant each, etched with our crest. It was slightly different from the other pendants I had gotten them—this one had the Bennett family c
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