MasukThe hum of the engine filled the quiet space inside the SUV as Asher drove through the early morning light. Olivia glanced back at Kylian, who had fallen asleep again, his small chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.
She had been quiet since they left the scene of the attack, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she turned to Asher, her voice barely above a whisper. "How did you find us?" Asher’s eyes remained focused on the road, his jaw tight. For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke, his tone controlled and measured. "I never left." Olivia blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?" "Carlisle saw you leaving," Asher explained, his voice steady. "He called me immediately at the airport. By the time I caught up, you were in trouble. We chased after you, and when I saw the rogues surrounding your car, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer." Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She hadn’t realised how close he had been. She swallowed hard, her heart pounding as the reality of the situation settled over her. "Thank you," she whispered, the words heavy with gratitude and guilt. Asher didn’t respond. Olivia couldn’t tell if he was angry, hurt, or simply too focused on the road ahead to say anything more. The tension between them was thick, and she felt a growing unease in the pit of her stomach. Was he mad at her? Had she pushed him too far? The rest of the drive passed in silence. When they finally pulled up to the small house where Olivia, Veronica, and Helen lived, it was morning, casting a soft, golden light over the quiet neighborhood. Asher parked the SUV and turned off the engine, but neither of them moved to get out. Olivia looked over at Asher, searching his face for any sign of what he was feeling, but his expression was unreadable. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, to break the silence, but the words stuck in her throat. Before she could gather the courage to speak, Asher opened his door and stepped out, moving around to help her and Kylian out of the car. Veronica and Helen were already at the front door, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern as they watched the SUV pull up. Veronica’s eyes widened as she took in Olivia’s dishevelled state, her gaze quickly shifting to Asher with a look of shock. "What happened?" Veronica asked, her voice trembling as she rushed forward to take Olivia’s hand. "Are you okay?" Olivia nodded, though her body still trembled from the night’s events. "I’m fine," she said softly, glancing at Asher, who was carefully lifting Kylian out of the car. "We ran into some trouble." Veronica’s eyes grew wide with alarm as she noticed the blood and dirt staining Olivia’s clothes. "Oh my God, Olivia, are you hurt?" "I’m okay," Olivia reassured her, her voice steadier this time. But when Veronica’s gaze shifted to Asher, the air between them thickened with unspoken tension. Veronica’s hand flew to her mouth as realisation dawned. "He knows everything," Olivia said quietly, her voice laced with resignation. Asher gently handed Kylian to Olivia, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he stepped back, his expression unreadable. "You should rest," he said, his tone softer than before. "I’ll come by later. We need to talk." Olivia nodded, her heart sinking with the weight of what was left unsaid. As Asher turned to leave, heading back to the SUV, a wave of dread washed over her. What would he say tomorrow? What would he do? Veronica reached out, placing a comforting hand on Olivia’s shoulder. "What’s going on, Olivia? What happened?" Olivia shook her head, her voice trembling as she spoke. "I’m afraid... I’m afraid he’s going to take Kylian from me." Veronica’s eyes widened in shock, her grip on Olivia tightening. "What? Why would he do that?" "He’s his father," Olivia whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. "He has every right to... but I can’t lose him, Veronica. I can’t." Veronica pulled her into a tight embrace, her own heart aching for her friend. "You won’t lose him." "I think you’re worrying too much. You said Asher was your mate, right? That means he’s bound to you, just as you are to him. Mates don’t just abandon each other." Olivia’s gaze remained fixed on the floor, her fingers curling around the edge of the sofa cushion. "It’s not that simple, Veronica," she replied softly, her voice tinged with sadness. "Being mates doesn’t change the reality of our situation. It doesn’t erase the fact that I’m a half-breed or that Kylian’s existence could be seen as a threat." Veronica frowned, not fully understanding. "But why would that matter? Asher’s the Alpha. He can protect you and Kylian from anyone who tries to hurt you. Isn’t that what he’s supposed to do?" Olivia shook her head, her grip tightening on the cushion. "In theory, yes. But in practice, it’s not that easy. The pack, the council—they won’t just accept me because Asher says so. They’ll see me as an outsider, someone who doesn’t belong. And Kylian... they’ll see him as a weakness, a potential liability. They’ll use him against Asher." Veronica reached out, taking Olivia’s hand in hers. "You can’t live your life based on what-ifs, Olivia. You deserve happiness, and so does Kylian. Maybe... maybe you should go to him. Talk to him. You don’t know for sure what will happen until you do." Olivia’s eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed Veronica’s hand tightly. "I’m so scared, Veronica. I’m scared of what he’ll say and of what he might do. Even if I go to him," Olivia said, her voice barely above a whisper, "our union will never be accepted by the pack. I’ll always be an outcast. And Kylian... he’ll be seen as a mistake, a half-breed who shouldn’t exist. They’ll never stop judging us, Veronica." "I just... I don’t want Kylian to grow up like that," Olivia said, her voice trembling. "I don’t want him to be hated or feared because of who he is." Veronica nodded, her heart breaking for her friend. "I know, Olivia. But you also can’t deny him the chance to know his father and to be part of a family. You can’t keep running forever." Olivia closed her eyes, tears slipping down her cheeks.The hum of the engine filled the quiet space inside the SUV as Asher drove through the early morning light. Olivia glanced back at Kylian, who had fallen asleep again, his small chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm.She had been quiet since they left the scene of the attack, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she turned to Asher, her voice barely above a whisper."How did you find us?" Asher’s eyes remained focused on the road, his jaw tight. For a moment, she thought he wouldn’t answer, but then he spoke, his tone controlled and measured."I never left."Olivia blinked, confusion flickering across her face. "What do you mean?""Carlisle saw you leaving," Asher explained, his voice steady. "He called me immediately at the airport. By the time I caught up, you were in trouble. We chased after you, and when I saw the rogues surrounding your car, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer."Olivia’s breath caught in her throat. She ha
The air around them was thick with tension, the remnants of his fury still crackling in the atmosphere. His golden eyes remained locked on Kylian, wide and innocent in Olivia’s arms, but there was no mistaking the truth. He was his child.His son.A mix of emotions surged through Asher, hitting him like a tsunami. Rage coursed through his veins. Betrayal stung deep. But beneath the anger, beneath the hurt, there was something even stronger—an overwhelming sense of love. His wolf howled within him, recognising the connection instantly, its instincts flaring to life.Asher’s breath came in ragged gasps as he struggled to contain the anger swirling inside him. His gaze shifted from Kylian to Olivia, who was clutching the child close, her body tense, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. She had kept this from him. She had hidden his son. The thought of her leaving, disappearing without telling him—taking his own flesh and blood with her—ignited a fury he hadn’t felt in years.Slowly,
Olivia’s heart raced as she clutched Kylian tighter to her chest, her mind scrambling for a way out. But there was no escape. The men had formed a tight circle around her, their faces hard and unforgiving. She could feel their eyes on her, could sense their impatience.The man who had spoken took a step closer, his expression darkening as he noticed Kylian for the first time. He frowned, glancing over his shoulder at the others. "She’s supposed to be alone," he said, his voice laced with confusion. "Why does she have a child with her?"Another man stepped forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied Olivia and Kylian. "I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter. A prey is a prey.""Should we kill him ?"The man who had spoken before shook his head. "Not yet," he said, his tone cold and final. "Let’s take them both back with us and decide later."Olivia’s mind raced as she listened to them talk, her fear growing with every passing second. Whoever these men were, they hadn’t expected Kylian to be
The night was darkest just before dawn, the inky blackness of the Alaskan wilderness stretching endlessly around her. Olivia gripped the steering wheel of her old car tightly, her knuckles white, as the headlights carved a narrow path through the dense forest that bordered the road. The only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of the wind through the trees. The further she drove, the more she felt her breath begin to steady, her heartbeat slowing as the distance grew. She had left everything behind—the small town, the café, the life she had built with Veronica and Helen. She had done what she knew best: she ran.She had no destination in mind, only a vague plan to find a motel and lay low until Veronica contacted her. It was safer this way, she told herself. Safer for Kylian, safer for Veronica and Helen. She couldn’t let them be dragged into the danger that seemed to follow her wherever she went.But as she rounded another bend in the road, her stomach twisted
Carlisle stood there, feeling a whirlwind of thoughts spiraling in his mind as Asher’s words barely registered. "That explains why she’s been avoiding you. She probably found out about your connection to me and doesn’t trust you."But Carlisle wasn’t really listening. His mind was stuck on something else, something that had been nagging at him ever since the fun fair. Kylian. The little boy with the bright blue eyes. Carlisle had brushed off the familiar feeling at first, thinking it was nothing more than a fleeting sense of déjà vu. But now, with everything Asher had just revealed, the pieces of the puzzle started to fall into place, and the picture they formed was troubling.Who was the father? That question gnawed at him like a persistent itch he couldn’t scratch. If Kylian was a werewolf, Carlisle would have sensed it immediately. Werewolves had a distinctive scent, one that was impossible to miss. But he hadn’t scented anything unusual on the boy. Which meant... what? Was Olivia
Carlisle and Helen sat across from each other at a quaint little café, the soft hum of conversation around them creating a cozy atmosphere. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, blending with the sweetness of pastries displayed on the counter. Carlisle couldn’t help but smile as he watched Helen stir her coffee, her delicate fingers moving gracefully."So, you’re a schoolteacher?" Carlisle asked, his tone warm with genuine interest.Helen nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Yes, I teach kindergarten. It’s a lot of work, but I absolutely love it. The kids are so full of energy and curiosity. They keep me on my toes."Carlisle leant in slightly, captivated by the light in her eyes as she talked about her job. "It sounds like you’re really passionate about it.""I am," Helen agreed, her smile widening. "And it helps that I can take Kylian to school with me. I help take care of him because my sister is busy with the café. My mum runs it."Carlisle’s admiration for Hele







