SOPHIA'S POV
"Hey, Sophia." Dr. Grace called happily as I entered her office. "It feels like forever since I last saw you!" She looked so happy to see me after not seeing me for about a week. She hugged me tightly and smiled, showing her gap teeth. But her smile turned into a frown when she saw my face. I obviously didn't smile back at her. "Sophia? Are you okay? What is it, darling?" Her voice softened with concern as she searched my face, but I was silent as I couldn't even form words. I couldn't even lie this time by saying, "I'm fine," as it was clear that I was not. "Sophia, have you been crying again?" she asked with a frown. "Come and have your seat, dear." She pulled me to the chair, and I sat down with the strength left in me. She walked back to her chair and sighed heavily as she stared at me in silence. She looked at me with pity—the same pity I saw in her eyes the day we first met at the park. She was starting to have some faith in me, and now it's all pity. "Sophia..." "He has ruined my life," I said in a low tone as a tear streamed down my face. "Who? Nathan?" she asked, but instead of replying, I let my tears flow freely. "Sophia, I told you to let the past stay in the past. Your life is taking a new turn; you should be happy," she stated in a worried voice. "Happy?" I shook my head, laughing bitterly through my tears. "How can I be happy when my past keeps knocking on my door?" I was sure that my eyes were swollen now. I just couldn't stop crying. She sighed deeply. "Healing is a process, Sophia. You're doing better, but it’s okay to hurt too. Just don’t stay stuck.” I wiped my cheeks. "You don’t get it. I’m pregnant, Dr. Grace." The words hit the air like a heavy bomb. For a second, I could swear her heart stopped. I watched her eyes widen in shock, just like I had expected. "How? Who...?" Her voice wavered, and I noticed her hands stiffen slightly. "Nathan. I'm carrying Nathan's child, Doctor Grace. Why? Why is this happening to me? Just when I was starting to get my life together, then this," I said, feeling totally frustrated. Dr. Grace took a deep breath and came over to me, placing her hands gently over mine. She looked me in the eyes, her gaze filled with concern and calm reassurance. "Listen to me, Sophia. I want you to be positive, okay? I want you to see this as a second chance. See this child as a source of hope. See it as if the universe is giving you something to live for. Don't ever regret anything. Whatever you do, do it for your child." I nodded slowly, her words sinking in. I didn't feel better yet, but there was some comfort in her belief. After spending almost an hour with Dr. Grace, I felt a bit better. I told her I had to leave because my bakery had been locked for the past two days since I wasn't in the right state of mind to attend to anyone. "I’ll be fine, Doctor Grace," I reassured her, noticing the worry still lingering in her eyes. Though, at first, she was reluctant to let me leave, I pleaded with her that some customers had already placed their orders, and I wouldn't want to disappoint them. She allowed me to go after making me promise her that I would stop crying. She gave me a very comforting hug and made sure I smiled before taking my leave. The drive from Dr. Grace’s clinic to my bakery gave me a moment to think—really think. What was I going to do? How was I going to raise a child on my own? I clutched my bag tightly, my knuckles white. "Why did you do this to me, Nathan?" I whispered to myself. "Why couldn’t you fight for us?" Nathan's face flashed in my mind—his short dark hair and piercing gray eyes. He was the man of my dreams, and I was beyond happy the day I found out we were mates. It was the happiest day of my life. It was all I had ever wanted: to have a mate and build a family with him. I never even knew he was the Alpha of a pack. I wondered if Nathan ever thought of me. I imagined how Nathan would have felt if we were still together and he knew I was pregnant. I wondered if he had found another mate. I'm sure Victoria would be so glad to have him now that I'm away and out of their lives. I tried to make Nathan see that she wasn't in support of us being together, but he trusted her so much and believed whatever she said. It was obvious that she wanted him for herself, and she accomplished her mission. I'm sure she's very happy being by his side now. As I got close to my bakery, my stomach grumbled. I hadn't eaten in hours, and the smell of fresh bread and pastries from the shop only made it worse. I hadn't been able to keep anything down lately. I felt nauseous constantly. The scent hit me hard, making my stomach churn. I took a deep breath, willing myself not to throw up right there on the street. I stepped out of the cab, paid the driver, and looked at the shop, now quiet and empty. It had been locked for the past two days because I hadn’t had the strength to work. "Come on, Sophia," I whispered to myself. "Just get through today." I dipped my hands into my bag to search for my keys. "Please, please don’t let me forget them," I muttered to myself. But just as I was about to pull them out, I realized they weren't there. Did I forget them at home? Great. I let out a frustrated sigh and turned back to face the empty street, my heart sinking. As I fumbled with my bag, not paying attention, I suddenly bumped into someone hard. I stumbled, losing my balance, but before I could fall, I felt two strong hands catch me. My heart raced, and I looked up, expecting to see an annoyed passerby, but instead, I found myself staring into a beautiful pair of captivating brown eyes which were also staring back at me.SOPHIA'S POVThe stranger stared back at me like he could see my soul. He looked lost, and my back was starting to ache. I cleared my throat, and that seemed to bring him back. He pulled me up and took a step back."I'm sorry, miss, I wasn't looking," he said, looking a bit nervous."No, I'm sorry. I was searching for something in my bag. I didn't know..." I trailed off, looking away. There was an awkward silence. I didn’t walk away or feel the need to, and neither did he."My name is Lucas," he said, breaking the awkward silence between us and stretching out his hand with a broad smile."Sophia," I replied, meeting his big hand with my slim one."A beautiful name for a beautiful lady?" he said, and I scoffed."Isn't that a cliché, Lucas?" I asked, tilting my head a little to the side with a silly smile plastered on my face."You got me right there, but I'm not just saying it—I do mean it," he said with a serious expression. I quickly untangled my hand from his hold."I should get goi
SOPHIA'S POVSeven months later…Lucas never stopped coming to my bakery. Sometimes, he’s there first thing in the morning, grabbing pastries for himself and his friends; other times, he’ll pop in during his lunch break or swing by after work just to check on me.Over these past seven months, I've grown accustomed to his presence. Though he can be a bit nosy when it comes to my past, he’s genuinely kind and always knows how to bring a smile to my face. Our friendship has blossomed, and I’ve come to treasure his company. In a way, he’s been an anchor—someone I never expected but am grateful to have during this time.Meanwhile, my stomach was big enough to let everyone around me know I was pregnant. Pregnancy isn't something that could be hidden anyway—not like I even plan on hiding it. I was ready to take good care of myself and my baby. Moving to New York was a good decision, and I was glad I made that choice."Sophia?" Lucas called one afternoon when he stopped by during his lunch br
SOPHIA'S POVAs the doctor had predicted, a few weeks later, I found myself nearing my due date. The excitement and anticipation intensified with each passing day.It had now been eight months since my last visit to the hospital, and the time for labor had finally arrived. While my pregnancy was shorter than the typical nine months—common for a werewolf—I felt ready to welcome my children into the world. I gave birth to twins, whom I named Alex and Alexia. Although everyone was surprised by the timing of my delivery, I was grateful to bring my babies into the world in good health. The process of labor took longer than I had anticipated, but the moment I laid eyes on my children, all my discomforts faded away. They were beautiful!Alexia looked more like me; she took after my blue eyes, while Alex was a replica of Nathan with his light gray eyes. I stared at my children as a tear rolled down my face. I kissed them both as I dropped them gently in the crib. In no time, they were both a
NATHAN'S POVRunning every morning is my favorite part of being Alpha. I love how fast my paws take me whenever I run in my wolf form. It was a form of workout for my wolf, and it kept my mind at ease as I only focused on running and my environment. I'd been running for the past thirty minutes, so I decided it was time to go home. I ran towards the pack house as the gates opened the moment my wolf was spotted from afar."Good morning, Alpha.""Welcome, Alpha." Some pack members greeted me the moment I shifted back to my human form. I nodded to their greetings as I walked straight to my room to take a cold shower.An hour later, I was in my office. I had so much to do. If I had a beta, it would have been easier, but I have yet to appoint one. I’m trying to be careful so that I don’t make a mistake. The last Beta of my pack was killed in a rogue attack on his way back to the pack. I had to appeal for an acting Beta from Moonshine Pack—Victoria's father—to fill in until I’m ready to appo
SOPHIA'S POVThat week flew by in a blur. My delivery was smooth, the twins were healthy, and after all the necessary checks and monitoring, we were allowed to go home.The place I called home was a cozy two-bedroom flat nestled in the heart of the town. I had fallen in love with it at first sight, and it had once been the only slim ray of light in my life.I gazed at the building as it came into view, the drive from the hospital a long one.“So, which one is yours?” Lucas asked, looking around the block.“That one,” I said, pointing at the one with the little lights twinkling around the edges.“I don't think I even needed to ask you. I could tell right away as soon as you pointed it out. It looks very you,” Lucas chuckled as he pulled into the driveway.“Hey.” I lightly punched him on the shoulder. “It just shows personality. And I'll decide to take that as a compliment.”“Whatever you say, Sophia,” he said as he killed the engine.“Hey,” I said as he opened his side of the car. “Tha
SOFIA'S POV Five years later… “Mommy, mommy!” My twins chorused as they tugged my hands, pulling me forward. Alex tried to simultaneously pull his sister forward too, forgetting we were already moving at the same pace. He nearly tripped over his own feet but quickly regained his balance. “Yes, my babies? Alex, be careful. Come here, hold my other hand.” I reached out, and he walked over and slipped his tiny hand into mine. “Mommy, New York is huge! Has it always been this big? Mommy, what's that thing there? Mommy, it's going so fast!” Alex spoke quickly, his words tumbling over each other like they couldn't wait to escape. His wide eyes darted around the airport terminal, taking in everything at once. “Slow down, Alex. You're confusing me.” Alexia, his twin sister, complained, her tone much more measured and firm. “But Mommy heard what I said, didn't you, Mommy?” He looked up at me, his eyes the color of clouds. He didn’t even wait for a response before turning back to his sis
SOPHIA'S POVThe rush hour arrived, and the bell on the door chimed accordingly, signaling the entrance of customer after customer. While that usually would have snapped up my attention, the man just a little behind everyone else caught my eye.I watched him raise a sign and read it just as he whispered in my ear, "Need a hand?" That seemed to do the trick, yanking me from my shock. I crossed the space in what usually took me more seconds, shoving against the onslaught of people coming in.I stopped when I was right in front of him.“Hi.” I was breathless from basically sprinting to meet him.“Hey, you.” He stepped closer, into my space. “I see you're a blonde now.”“Why does everyone keep saying that?” I shoved him on the shoulder. “Did you and Grace plan this?”He laughed, catching my hand to stop the attack. “No, we didn't. And hey, is this the greeting I get after all these years?”“It will be if you continue this. You should know not to comment on a woman's hair unless you have
SOPHIA'S POV“Hey hey, stranger danger. It's just me. Calm down, tiger.” Lucas chuckled as he entered the kitchen, holding his hands up in mock surrender. He walked up to me and grabbed the makeshift weapon from my hands, the pan clanging on the board.“Yeah, sorry. I just thought it was someone else.”“Who else could it have been?” Lucas asked, brushing it off.His question brought up a concern that had been lurking in the back of my mind for the past five years. If they ever found out…I shook my head, bringing myself out of it. Not right now. I couldn't worry about that right now. “So, uhm, yeah, you said you wanted to talk?”“Yeah, I wanted to… Are you good?” He looked hesitant to carry on, probably having sensed the change in my mood.“Yeah, definitely. I'm good.” I reassured him, adding a smile for good measure.“You know you can talk to me about anything, yeah? Anything at all.” Lucas probed, his eyes searching. I couldn't afford to give anything away, so I brushed off his conc
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