Aiden's Point of View I blink against the faint grey of early dawn, my neck stiff and my back sore as I shift upright on the office couch. It takes a second before the full weight of where I am, and what happened, hits me like a punch to the gut. This isn’t my bed. This is my office. And I’m not alone. Or at least, I wasn’t. The couch is cold now, empty, but the memories flood in fast and sharp, the omega girl, soft spoken, wide eyed, and nameless. I don’t even know her damn name. I groan, dragging a hand down my face, the sting of regret settling deep in my chest. This was never supposed to happen, not here, not with one of my own pack. I always told myself I’d never cross that line. I curse under my breath. Everything inside me wants to bury the shame, to run until my thoughts burn out and the guilt dulls to something manageable. I push off the couch, standing with a low exhale, and glance towards the windows. It’s still dark. Perfect. Maybe if I leave now, slip into the woods
Aiden's Point of View I step onto the main floor just in time to see Drake disappearing into his office. I pick up my pace, knocking lightly before I push the door open. He looks up and gestures to the chair across from him without a word, that same calm, steady energy he always carries. I take the seat and try to relax into it, but I can already feel the tension tightening in my shoulders. Drake studies me for a moment, like he’s searching for something in my expression. Maybe he sees the exhaustion, or maybe he’s just waiting to see which version of me walks in today. “You look better today,” he says finally. “How are you feeling?” I shrug, keeping my tone neutral. “I’m feeling more and more like myself each day. Maybe I was just out on the road too long. Got used to silence and gravel.” It’s not a lie. Those moments lately, sharing meals with the pack, hearing laughter again, they spark something familiar in me. A piece of the old me. But when the nights come and the silence c
Hazel's Point of View Steam still clings to my skin as I step out of the shower, wrapping one towel around my body and another around my hair. The quiet hum of the bathroom fan fades behind me as I walk barefoot into my bedroom, the soft cotton underfoot a comforting contrast to the cool air. I stand in front of my open closet, towel clutched tight as I scan the neatly hung rows of clothes. Valerie’s birthday get together is tonight, she said “small,” but also said to “dress nice.” I frown slightly. Vague instructions. Typical Valerie. My fingers trail along the hangers until they pause on a flowy forest green halterneck dress. It catches the light softly and gives off just the right balance of effortless and elegant. Perfect. I slip the dress off the hanger and lay it carefully across the bed. Then I bend down, digging out a pair of gold strappy sandals, the delicate kind that shimmer just enough to be noticed but won’t scream for attention. I place them beside the dress, admirin
Aiden's Point of View Time blurs in Amelia’s hospital room. I lean back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, watching the steady rhythm of the heart monitor and the way Amelia’s breaths come in slow, controlled waves. I’ve completely lost track of how long we’ve been here, hours, maybe more, but the soft ticking of the wall clock and the dimmed lights do little to keep me grounded in time. Then suddenly, Amelia jolts upright with a gasp, one hand gripping the side rail of the bed, the other pressing to her belly. Her eyes go wide. “I think it’s happening,” she says, her voice tight but steady. Nicole is on her feet in an instant, her demeanor shifting smoothly from calm support to professional precision. She moves to check Amelia’s vitals and does a quick assessment before smiling, her face lighting up. “You’re right,” she says. “It’s showtime.” My eyes flick to Amelia, there’s a spark of excitement and a hint of nervousness behind her eyes, but she’s stron
Hazel's Point of ViewValerie’s fingers wrap around my wrist with infectious energy as she pulls me through the crowd again, weaving between groups of partygoers. Her laughter rings out over the low thrum of music, and I can’t help but smile, caught somewhere between curiosity and anticipation. We’re heading towards someone else, another introduction, but this time, her pace slows just a little, as if she’s building suspense.That’s when I see him.From behind, all I can make out is his tall, broad frame and unruly pitch black hair that somehow manages to look both tousled and intentional. His posture is relaxed, one hand resting casually on the edge of the counter, the other probably holding a drink. He exudes quiet confidence, and before I can take another breath, we’re at a full stop.Valerie clears her throat gently, and the man turns around.My breath catches, just slightly.He’s rugged, there’s no better word for it. Strong jawline, a faint shadow of stubble, and eyes that are j
Aiden's Point of View The glow from my laptop screen casts a dull light across my office as I sit hunched at my desk, fingers stiff from typing. I rub my temple with one hand while the other scrolls through the endless sea of emails. Three months of backlog, and it feels like the mountain only grows with every message I open. The first email I tackled was from the university in Cape Point, some form about alumni contributions and a request to guest lecture again for the history department. I like to help out at the university from time to time and guest lecture there. And you never know what unexpected girl you might meet there. I had flagged it over a month ago with the intent of giving it serious thought. I respond politely, vaguely, telling them I’ll consider it once things settle down on the 'work' front. Truth is, I miss my old life, but there's too much happening right now. The second email was from the supply unit, confirming a medicine shipment for the hospital and requesti
Hazel's Point of View The sun is already casting warm light through the curtains when I begin to stir, stretching beneath the soft sheets of my bed. A sense of calm sits in my chest, a rare feeling lately, and I decide to lean into it. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, a bright smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I walk across the floor and into the bathroom. The water runs warm beneath my fingers as I pour in salts and a generous scoop of bubbles. A soft lavender scent begins to rise in the air, curling around me like a soothing blanket. I slip off my clothes and ease into the bath, letting the heat draw the tension from my body. The moment I sink beneath the water, my mind stills. My eyes fall shut, and I let my head rest back against the tub, letting myself enjoy the peace. But it doesn't last. The quiet is a trap. Unbidden, the images creep in, Aiden standing in my cottage, his face carved with something unreadable, and the words of rejection that followed. It p
Hazel's Point of View Cole and I stroll side by side through the wide, sunlit halls of the university. The chatter of passing students and the faint tapping of footsteps on the polished floors surround us like a soft, familiar hum. He turns his head slightly towards me, his expression easy and bright. "Where would you like to go for lunch?" he asks, his voice casual, like we're old friends even though we've only just begun to get to know each other. I smile, feeling the warmth of the midday sun filtering in through the windows. Without needing to think too hard, I say, "There’s this great café on campus. It’s quiet and the food’s actually really good." Cole mirrors my smile with one of his own, a little spark of eagerness lighting up his face. "Lead the way," he says simply. We walk in comfortable silence after that, the kind that doesn't feel heavy or forced. It’s easy, natural. I steal a few glances at him along the way, how relaxed he seems, how he takes in everything around h
Aiden's Point of View We’ve been at it all morning, Mark and I crawling around his living room like oversized toddlers, locking cupboards, anchoring furniture, tucking away sharp corners and stray wires. The place smells faintly of calming lavender and baby lotion. In the nursery, I know, Nicole is finishing her masterpiece, she’s been fussing over it for weeks. She walks out of the room now, a proud glow on her face and that unmistakable joy only soon to be mothers radiate. “Okay, we can go get them now. Everything’s ready, even my surprise in the nursery,” she announces, brushing a loose curl from her face. Mark and I share a quick glance, he’s nervous, I can see it in the way his jaw tightens. “Let’s go,” he says, and we head out together, the three of us descending the wide stairs of the pack house, sunlight catching on the banister as we go. Outside, the day is bright, spring warmth mixed with the crisp edge of leftover mountain air. As we make our way to the hospital, I gla
Hazel's Point of View Cole and I stroll side by side through the wide, sunlit halls of the university. The chatter of passing students and the faint tapping of footsteps on the polished floors surround us like a soft, familiar hum. He turns his head slightly towards me, his expression easy and bright. "Where would you like to go for lunch?" he asks, his voice casual, like we're old friends even though we've only just begun to get to know each other. I smile, feeling the warmth of the midday sun filtering in through the windows. Without needing to think too hard, I say, "There’s this great café on campus. It’s quiet and the food’s actually really good." Cole mirrors my smile with one of his own, a little spark of eagerness lighting up his face. "Lead the way," he says simply. We walk in comfortable silence after that, the kind that doesn't feel heavy or forced. It’s easy, natural. I steal a few glances at him along the way, how relaxed he seems, how he takes in everything around h
Hazel's Point of View The sun is already casting warm light through the curtains when I begin to stir, stretching beneath the soft sheets of my bed. A sense of calm sits in my chest, a rare feeling lately, and I decide to lean into it. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, a bright smile tugging at the corners of my lips as I walk across the floor and into the bathroom. The water runs warm beneath my fingers as I pour in salts and a generous scoop of bubbles. A soft lavender scent begins to rise in the air, curling around me like a soothing blanket. I slip off my clothes and ease into the bath, letting the heat draw the tension from my body. The moment I sink beneath the water, my mind stills. My eyes fall shut, and I let my head rest back against the tub, letting myself enjoy the peace. But it doesn't last. The quiet is a trap. Unbidden, the images creep in, Aiden standing in my cottage, his face carved with something unreadable, and the words of rejection that followed. It p
Aiden's Point of View The glow from my laptop screen casts a dull light across my office as I sit hunched at my desk, fingers stiff from typing. I rub my temple with one hand while the other scrolls through the endless sea of emails. Three months of backlog, and it feels like the mountain only grows with every message I open. The first email I tackled was from the university in Cape Point, some form about alumni contributions and a request to guest lecture again for the history department. I like to help out at the university from time to time and guest lecture there. And you never know what unexpected girl you might meet there. I had flagged it over a month ago with the intent of giving it serious thought. I respond politely, vaguely, telling them I’ll consider it once things settle down on the 'work' front. Truth is, I miss my old life, but there's too much happening right now. The second email was from the supply unit, confirming a medicine shipment for the hospital and requesti
Hazel's Point of ViewValerie’s fingers wrap around my wrist with infectious energy as she pulls me through the crowd again, weaving between groups of partygoers. Her laughter rings out over the low thrum of music, and I can’t help but smile, caught somewhere between curiosity and anticipation. We’re heading towards someone else, another introduction, but this time, her pace slows just a little, as if she’s building suspense.That’s when I see him.From behind, all I can make out is his tall, broad frame and unruly pitch black hair that somehow manages to look both tousled and intentional. His posture is relaxed, one hand resting casually on the edge of the counter, the other probably holding a drink. He exudes quiet confidence, and before I can take another breath, we’re at a full stop.Valerie clears her throat gently, and the man turns around.My breath catches, just slightly.He’s rugged, there’s no better word for it. Strong jawline, a faint shadow of stubble, and eyes that are j
Aiden's Point of View Time blurs in Amelia’s hospital room. I lean back in the chair, one leg crossed over the other, arms folded, watching the steady rhythm of the heart monitor and the way Amelia’s breaths come in slow, controlled waves. I’ve completely lost track of how long we’ve been here, hours, maybe more, but the soft ticking of the wall clock and the dimmed lights do little to keep me grounded in time. Then suddenly, Amelia jolts upright with a gasp, one hand gripping the side rail of the bed, the other pressing to her belly. Her eyes go wide. “I think it’s happening,” she says, her voice tight but steady. Nicole is on her feet in an instant, her demeanor shifting smoothly from calm support to professional precision. She moves to check Amelia’s vitals and does a quick assessment before smiling, her face lighting up. “You’re right,” she says. “It’s showtime.” My eyes flick to Amelia, there’s a spark of excitement and a hint of nervousness behind her eyes, but she’s stron
Hazel's Point of View Steam still clings to my skin as I step out of the shower, wrapping one towel around my body and another around my hair. The quiet hum of the bathroom fan fades behind me as I walk barefoot into my bedroom, the soft cotton underfoot a comforting contrast to the cool air. I stand in front of my open closet, towel clutched tight as I scan the neatly hung rows of clothes. Valerie’s birthday get together is tonight, she said “small,” but also said to “dress nice.” I frown slightly. Vague instructions. Typical Valerie. My fingers trail along the hangers until they pause on a flowy forest green halterneck dress. It catches the light softly and gives off just the right balance of effortless and elegant. Perfect. I slip the dress off the hanger and lay it carefully across the bed. Then I bend down, digging out a pair of gold strappy sandals, the delicate kind that shimmer just enough to be noticed but won’t scream for attention. I place them beside the dress, admirin
Aiden's Point of View I step onto the main floor just in time to see Drake disappearing into his office. I pick up my pace, knocking lightly before I push the door open. He looks up and gestures to the chair across from him without a word, that same calm, steady energy he always carries. I take the seat and try to relax into it, but I can already feel the tension tightening in my shoulders. Drake studies me for a moment, like he’s searching for something in my expression. Maybe he sees the exhaustion, or maybe he’s just waiting to see which version of me walks in today. “You look better today,” he says finally. “How are you feeling?” I shrug, keeping my tone neutral. “I’m feeling more and more like myself each day. Maybe I was just out on the road too long. Got used to silence and gravel.” It’s not a lie. Those moments lately, sharing meals with the pack, hearing laughter again, they spark something familiar in me. A piece of the old me. But when the nights come and the silence c
Aiden's Point of View I blink against the faint grey of early dawn, my neck stiff and my back sore as I shift upright on the office couch. It takes a second before the full weight of where I am, and what happened, hits me like a punch to the gut. This isn’t my bed. This is my office. And I’m not alone. Or at least, I wasn’t. The couch is cold now, empty, but the memories flood in fast and sharp, the omega girl, soft spoken, wide eyed, and nameless. I don’t even know her damn name. I groan, dragging a hand down my face, the sting of regret settling deep in my chest. This was never supposed to happen, not here, not with one of my own pack. I always told myself I’d never cross that line. I curse under my breath. Everything inside me wants to bury the shame, to run until my thoughts burn out and the guilt dulls to something manageable. I push off the couch, standing with a low exhale, and glance towards the windows. It’s still dark. Perfect. Maybe if I leave now, slip into the woods