Sophia
I decided to take a break from the madness of marriage. Mom and Dad were constantly pressuring me. They had a specific idea of how marriage should be, and Bright and I didn’t meet their expectations.
Bright didn’t pressure me, but my family pressured him. Since we married, my brother has given him too many responsibilities in the pack. I think James wanted to separate Bright from me. I didn’t care, but my brother treated Bright unfairly. Anyway, I know James was trying to protect me from Bright. Since we married, Bright has had to be careful with his affairs. I didn’t mind that at all. I was more relaxed if someone can grab him from me.
But faking it was exhausting. My parents constantly invited us to dinner to analyze us. It was stupid.
I could barely focus on the conversation with my friends. Comments from the streets reached my ears.
“Did you hear? Bright gave up his destined mate to be with Sophia. He’s in love with her and loves her. Who would give up their destined mate if they were not in love? It’s so sweet,” one girl commented in secret.
I felt a lump in my throat.
Bright didn’t sacrifice his bond for love. He did it for convenience. We made a deal. We would each continue with our lives. He could sleep with any woman he wanted. And Bright didn’t miss the opportunity to do so. But I didn’t find anyone else. Dante was still on my mind.
The sound of the phone interrupted my thoughts. Bright’s name appeared on the screen.
“Sophia, I need you. My father is on his way to the villa. I want you to come.”
“What? Why? I’m busy.”
“There’s too much clothing from my lovers in the house, and I don’t want my father to see it,” he said urgently.
I sighed.
I lost count of how many times I helped Bright with his lovers. He had asked me the same thing before. But every time I arrived, the villa was empty. No women, no clothes.
Why was he insisting I go?
“You need to be careful. The employees in the house will notice what you’re doing.”
“I gave them the day off, just like I do every time I have encounters with women, Sophia. Relax. No one will notice. I want you to come,” he repeated.
“I’m tired of your games,” I responded.
“It’s part of our deal. I can do whatever I want.”
“Next time it’ll be your problem, Bright.”
“You’re my wife, and this is a marriage of convenience. It’s your problem too.”
Idiot.
“I’m coming.”
I had no other choice. I resigned myself.
I said goodbye to my friends. Bright had the right to sleep with women. The number didn’t matter. But he had to be responsible. His problems became my problems. It wasn’t fair.
I walked to Bright’s villa.
Since I married Bright, life has changed. Nothing is the same. The streets seem to be the same as always. But something inside me has changed.
I crossed the park, and my eyes stopped on two people. I stopped dead in my tracks. My heart raced, and my hands trembled. I felt a mix of emotions: sadness, anger, resentment, and love. My heart shrank.
It was Dante.
I hadn’t seen him in a while. Exactly three months. All the love I had felt over the years was still present in my heart. It was stupid to love someone who chose another person. Bright was right, but I don’t know how to stop feeling.
Dante was walking through the park with his destined mate. The girl took Dante’s hand, and he looked at her with something strange in his eyes. I don’t know how happy they were together. But she was Dante’s wife. And I was Bright’s wife.
Dante noticed my gaze and looked at me. Time stopped. My breath was cut short suddenly. Memories flooded me, and my eyes welled up with tears. Dante and I made so many plans in the past. Or maybe it was me who made them, and he simply pretended to care. But he didn’t care about anything.
Bright and I weren’t really together, but he sacrificed his bond for me. I did it for Dante, but he would never do it for me.
I turned my gaze away. I walked away. Being near Dante was dangerous for my heart. It didn’t make sense to stay here.
I arrived at Bright’s villa.
“Where are all your lovers, Bright?” I asked sarcastically.
“Maybe they left.”
“I don’t have time for your jokes, Bright," I complained.
“There’s something important I need to tell you,” his tone grew serious.
Bright looked worried and tense. Something was going on.
I furrowed my brows.
“What’s going on?”
He squinted his eyes.
“No, what’s wrong with you? Were you crying, Sophia?”
Shit.
I rubbed my neck nervously. I looked away.
“No.”
“I’ve been with you for a month, and I know when you’re lying. What’s going on?”
“It’s nothing, Bright.”
“Is it about Dante?” He narrowed his gaze. “Are you still thinking about him?” He smiled as if he couldn’t believe it.
I crossed my arms.
“No, Bright, because I have feelings for someone. But you wouldn’t understand. You have no idea how hard it is to love someone who doesn’t love you back.”
“Who says I don’t know?” he responded, irritated. He took a step forward.
I stayed silent, watching him closely. Bright had something strange in his eyes. I couldn’t decipher it. But Bright loving someone was something I couldn’t imagine.
“Why did I come here, Bright?” I changed the subject.
“Werewolves have gone missing,” he replied in a low voice. I noticed the urgency in his eyes. His irritation disappeared.
“What? Missing? I don’t understand.”
“You heard me. We have to be careful. We don’t know what’s going on. The packs are investigating, but there are no traces or clues. These are huge losses for the packs.”
“Has anyone from ours gone missing?”
“Not yet, but we can’t sit idly by.”
I swallowed hard.
This wasn’t good news. The pack was part of my family. We were all in danger. If the packs in the city were on alert, the threat was big.
“I have to go to the border. We need help. We have reinforcements, but I need to go lead them. It’s dangerous, but it’s my duty. There will be a meeting between packs.”
I felt a pang of worry. Bright was arrogant and unbearable. But I didn’t want him to get hurt. Or disappear.
I remembered Dante in the park. I think I noticed worry on his face. And was Dante’s pack in danger? Did someone from his pack go missing?
“Okay. I’ll go with you, Bright.”
“No, you’re not going with me,” he forbade. I didn’t need his permission.
“What? Why? I can go with you.”
“It’s dangerous. I’ll take care of it. I want you to stay here until the crisis abates.”
“I can help,” I offered.
I didn’t want to sit by and do nothing. Dante might went there. If something bad happened to him, I didn’t know what I would do. Of course I didn’t want anyone to hurt Bright or my brother.
“Don’t be afraid. I won’t let you be a widow. We don’t need your help.” He wore that smile again.
“I don’t need your permission,” I challenged. “If you didn’t need my help, you wouldn’t be looking for reinforcements. I have two useful hands. Let me use them.”
“No,” he spoke seriously.
I narrowed my eyes.
“Stay here and wait for me” he suddenly drag me to his arms and kissed me.
I pushed him away “Bright!”
He left.
I stay there, seeing him leaving. I felt guilty somehow. I shook that feeling out my mind and made a decision.
Sophia I was waiting for Bright to come back. Hours had passed since he’d left with James to interrogate the hunter. When I finally heard the door to the room open, my body reacted before my mind did. I turned around instantly. Bright was standing there, framed in the doorway, and for a moment all I could do was look at him. His expression was hard, browed, eyes dark, breathing heavy. His jacket was stained, and his hands... his hands were red. “Bright…” my voice came out weaker than I expected. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” He closed the door behind him and stood still, not answering right away. It only took me a second to notice he was holding something back, anger, tension, pain... I couldn’t tell. But it was as if the air between us had thickened. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough. “He talked.” A shiver ran down my spine. “What... what did he say?” Bright drew in a deep breath before answering. “He confirmed what we suspected.
Sophia The silence of the night was dense, almost unbearable. Outside, the wind lashed against the shelter's windows, making the glass tremble with a sound that blended with the uneven rhythm of my breathing. I had spent hours in the basement with James. Hours listening to the hunter resist, hours beating him, demanding answers. And, in the end, he gave them. Dante. It was him. Confirmed by the hunter himself. When I climbed the stairs, my hands were still warm, trembling with the rage that hadn’t yet left my body. I opened the door to the hallway and found her there, waiting for me. Sophia was standing in front of the unlit fireplace, her arms crossed over her chest and her eyes fixed on the door, as if she had been waiting the whole time for me to come back. Her face lit up the moment she saw me, though the worry in her eyes was impossible to hide. “Bright…” she whispered, taking a step toward me. “What happened? James told me you were with the hunter.” I closed the door behi
Bright The smell of iron and sweat filled the room. The hunter was tied to a metal chair, his wrists bound by handcuffs and his head bowed. The spotlight hanging above him flickered now and then, casting shadows that moved like ghosts on the damp basement walls. James stood beside me, silent, arms crossed. His presence alone was enough to inspire fear, but the man in front of us didn’t seem willing to talk. We’d found him at dawn, hiding near the north edge of the woods, with a silver weapon and an encrypted radio. He wasn’t a simple hunter. He knew too much, and that was why he was there, in front of us. “I’m going to ask you one more time,” James said, in a firm, controlled voice. “Who sent you? You haven’t said anything since we captured you.” The hunter barely raised his head. His face was caked with dried blood and dirt. He looked at us with a mocking smile. “You have no idea who you’re messing with,” he muttered through his teeth. James sighed. “So you confirm there’s so
Sophia Bright was beside me, lying on the bed, his face turned toward me, and he looked as handsome as ever. The room was wrapped in a calm that weighed heavily on my chest. Only the wind outside and the faint creak of the wood could be heard. The moonlight streamed in through the window, drawing a soft shadow across his face that almost hurt to look at. Thank God he was still alive. After everything that had happened that night, after that infernal phone call, after believing he’d been killed, Bright was there, breathing beside me. But his silence hurt more than any words could. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, as if there were something up there that could explain what I’d never known how to say. I watched him quietly for a while, too afraid to speak. I liked having him close, but I was scared, too, scared of breaking the fragile balance holding us together. I knew I’d hurt him. I saw it in his eyes every time they met mine, in that distant look that hadn’t been there befor
Bright Sophia was beside me, lying on the bed, her face turned toward me. The room was silent, dimly lit by the faint light coming through the window. I could hear the gentle rhythm of her breathing, the soft creak of the wood under the wind, and my own heart pounding hard inside my chest. There was nothing else I wanted in that moment than to stay like that, with her so close, so real. After everything that had happened, the endless night, the chase, the certainty that Dante had been outside my house, being alive and able to look at her felt like a miracle. But the silence between us carried a weight that pressed against my chest. I loved being in bed with Sophia. I loved the way her hair tangled on the pillow, the way she lowered her gaze every time I stared at her too long. But even so, even with her within reach, I couldn’t stop feeling empty. Because even though she now knew the truth —even though she finally believed me— there was still an echo in my mind that wouldn’t fade
Sophia James had been clear: Bright couldn’t leave that night. He had to rest, stay in the house under watch, and not return to his cabin until the pack confirmed it was safe. The order left no room for discussion. Bright didn’t protest. He simply nodded, saying nothing. His gaze stayed fixed on the floor. I knew he was only obeying James, not staying because he wanted to. I could feel it in the tension of his shoulders, in the rigid way he breathed. Bright had never been the kind of man to stay still when he felt something was wrong, but this time, he was exhausted. I could see it in his eyes. We went upstairs together. To my room. James had insisted that Bright rest somewhere comfortable, and since every other room was occupied by pack members guarding the house, there was no other option. I closed the door behind us. The room was dim, lit only by the small bedside lamp. Bright sat at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, eyes lost in thought. For the first time