Aurora’s P.O.V
I could feel the hot tears welling up in my eyes as I rushed down the hallway, my steps quick and frantic. The cruel laughter, the whispers, the looks—it was all too much. My chest tightened with a sense of suffocation as I finally pushed the bathroom door open and darted inside, locking it behind me.
The fluorescent lights above buzzed quietly, but all I could hear was the sound of my heart pounding in my ears and my breath, shallow and uneven. I stumbled to one of the stalls, slamming the door behind me as I crumpled to the floor. I couldn’t stop the tears from falling, and I didn’t even try.
Mia’s words echoed in my head, over and over. I couldn’t believe she’d slapped me in front of everyone just for an accident. And then, she had the nerve to demand twenty thousand dollars from me, as if I had that kind of money. As if I could just pull it out of thin air.
I buried my face in my hands, trying to stifle my sobs. I hated how weak I sounded, hated how I was letting them see me like this. But the truth was, I had nothing left to give. I didn’t even have a way out.
If Caroline hadn’t stepped in, Mia would’ve made me pay somehow—though I had no idea how. I barely made enough at my part-time job to cover Riley’s and my meals. A hundred and seventy-four dollars a week—hardly enough to keep us going, let alone repay anyone. And I wasn’t blind to the fact that, when my father showed up, he’d take whatever money I had saved. He’d come to the house, his face twisted with that familiar anger and demand for cash.
If I refused—or even hesitated—he’d make sure I felt the consequences. Beaten. Locked up. I’d learned the hard way that no amount of pleading could stop him.
I pulled my knees to my chest, my body shaking from the overwhelming weight of it all. The pain in my chest wasn’t just from the hunger gnawing at me—it was the constant, suffocating pressure of living a life where nothing ever seemed to be in my control. Where my father’s cruelty dictated everything I did, where Mia could destroy me without a second thought.
Suddenly, a knock at the stall door startled me, making me jump. My breath hitched, and I tensed, instinctively curling in on myself. I froze, not sure whether I should even answer. Who else would be here? Another person to bully me, perhaps? Maybe someone who had heard about what happened and wanted to make it worse?
Shit! Was it Mia? Did she come back to finish what she started?
I pressed myself further away from the wall, feeling weak and helpless as I looked around for a way to escape. Could I climb up into the next stall if I stood on top of the toilet?
But the knocking grew louder, making me feel even wearier. I stayed quiet, hoping to god that they would just leave me alone, but that didn’t happen.
“Aurora?” That voice—it was familiar. Who was it? It sounded like someone I know. “It’s Caroline.” Oh… wait— what? “Can you please open the door?”
Caroline? Oh god, was she here to pick on me like all her other friends? Will she show her true colors and beat me up now that no one was watching?
“Please?” she asked again when I didn’t respond. “I know you’re in there; I just want to talk.”
But why? Why would she want to talk to me of all people? Was it because she saved me? Did she want something from me in return now?
Oh…god…what did I get myself into?
“Please, Aurora! I promise you’re safe. Just open the door…please.”
Her voice sounded sincere, even a bit sad. So, against my better judgment, I found myself slowly turning the lock and pushing the door open. I walked out hesitantly, half expecting the hit to come as soon as I looked up. But much to my surprise, she held out her hand and in it was a packed sandwich.
I looked up at her in confusion.
“Here,” she said, attempting a smile. “Uh, I saw that your lunch got ruined too, and you weren’t able to eat anything, so I wanted you to have this.”
I blinked. Was I hearing her right? I only stared at her outstretched hand, unsure if I was being pranked or not. She decided to take matters into her own hands and pushed the sandwich onto my palm.
“Take it,” she said. “It’s yours.”
I felt my heart skip a beat, gratitude welling up inside me until tears blurred my eyes again.
What exactly was happening right now? Nobody has ever gone out of their way to make sure I was okay. This has never happened to me before!
Why now? Why her?
“Why…” I found myself asking. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
Caroline tilted her head to the side, confused. “What do you mean?” she asked.
I furrowed my brows, confused at her reaction as well. “I mean… everyone hates me. No one has ever come after me like this. So…why are you…?”
I trailed off, my ears picking up the sound of footsteps approaching the bathroom and I felt my heart speed up once again.
Just then, an oddly familiar voice sounded from outside, even though I couldn’t see that person. “Caroline, are you finished? We’re gonna be late.”
Caleb…I’d know that voice even in my sleep!
“One second!” Caroline called back. Then she turned to me again, this time with a smile as she said, “Well, I don’t know what you’re going through, but you should hang in there, alright? Everything will get better, I promise. For now, I gotta go! Bye!”
I stared after her as she turned to leave, wondering what her cryptic message even meant. Everything was gonna get better? How? And how could she promise that?
When she opened the door to leave, I found Caleb leaning against the doorjamb, his presence instantly sucking all the space in the room.
Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, and I felt a jolt of electricity surge through my whole body. I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but by the time I looked back at him once again, Caleb had already turned his eyes, and stretched out his hand to place it on the small of her back when Caroline walked up to him.
They looked… perfect. Like they belonged together. Caroline with her perfect blonde hair, her effortless grace, and Caleb with his quiet intensity, his natural confidence. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy, but at the same time, I felt a strange sense of relief. Caroline hadn’t dismissed me like I expected. She had shown me a small sliver of kindness. But Caleb’s presence only reminded me of everything I wasn’t.
“Bye, Aurora!” Caroline turned to wave, but all I could see was Caleb’s hand on her waist as he steered her away from me, the weight of the sandwich in my hands suddenly unbearably heavy.
Aurora’s P.O.VThe moonlight painted a silver sheen over the restless waves, their endless dance meeting the shore with soft whispers. I walked along the damp sand, the cool grains pressing between my toes as I followed the trail of footprints ahead of me. Large wolf paws, their weight sinking deep into the earth, followed by much smaller ones—tiny, hesitant steps pressing into the sand right beside them. My heart clenched at the sight, warmth spreading through me as I lifted my gaze, scanning the dimly lit beach. And then, I saw them. Caleb emerged from the shadows of a large tree, his toned body gleaming under the faint glow of the moon, dressed only in his swim trunks. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, evidence of his earlier run through the waves. But it wasn’t just him—right beside him, waddling as fast as his tiny legs could manage, was Cameron. Our son. Only two years old, but already fascinated by everything his father did. His brunette curls bounced as he giggled,
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Caroline’s P.O.VThe wedding reception buzzed with laughter and music, the air thick with the scent of roses and wine. I sat beside Damien, the warmth of his body just within reach, yet it felt like there was an ocean between us. Five years. Five years of love, passion, fights, and making up. Five years of knowing—deep in my soul—that this man was mine, my mate, my forever. But lately, something has shifted.The once unshakable bond between us felt... strained. I didn't know when it started, but I knew I could feel it. The way he held me less, the way he spoke in careful, measured tones, the way his eyes sometimes seemed far away even when I was right in front of him. And it was killing me. I swallowed hard, gripping my champagne flute as I turned to him. He was staring ahead, his jaw tense, his eyes unreadable. Damien had always been composed, always guarded with his emotions, but this was different. This was distance. And I couldn't stand it any longer. "Damien," I said softly, my
Aurora’s P.O.V7 months later…I stand in front of the mirror, my fingers grazing the intricate lace of my wedding dress, feeling the delicate embroidery beneath my touch. The reflection staring back at me is almost unrecognizable—the girl I once was has transformed into this woman, this bride, glowing with anticipation. My heart is steady, my breath even, a stark contrast to the usual nervous energy brides are supposed to have. But how could I be nervous when this is everything I’ve ever wanted? "Aurora, I swear you’re the calmest bride I’ve ever seen," Caroline teases, her fingers fussing over the tiny buttons at the back of my gown. "Are you sure you’re not secretly panicking?" I turn slightly, meeting her playful gaze through the mirror. "I’m sure," I say with a soft laugh. "I don’t need to be nervous when I know exactly what I want. My family is here. Caleb is waiting for me at the end of that aisle. There’s nothing to be afraid of." Caroline's expression softens, and before I
Aurora’s P.O.VI turned to Caroline, my voice soft but trembling with the weight of all the emotions swirling in my chest.“Does this mean you’re back for good?” I asked, searching her face for even the smallest flicker of doubt, praying she wouldn’t tell me she was only visiting.Caroline smiled faintly, but her eyes glistened with something deeper. She shook her head gently before nodding, and I couldn’t help but laugh nervously at the contradiction. “I missed home, Aurora,” she said, her voice breaking just enough to make my throat tighten. “But more than that… I missed my pack. I missed my sister. I don’t think I ever realized just how much until I was gone.”I reached out and squeezed her hand. “You don’t know how much I needed to hear you say that. I’ve been so afraid that maybe we’d lost you for good.”Her laugh was a little wet, almost choked. “You could never lose me. I was just… taking some time to grow, that’s all. But I’m here now. I’m staying.”Before I could reply, peopl
Aurora’s P.O.VThe music was already playing softly in the background, and the party had barely just started when I suddenly felt someone grab me from behind. I turned, startled, and before I could even speak, Caroline’s arms were around me, squeezing me so tight that I almost lost my balance.“Aurora!” she sobbed into my shoulder, and instantly, my own eyes burned with tears. I clutched her back just as fiercely, feeling her trembling, and whispered.“Caroline, oh my God, I still can’t believe you’re really here?” My voice cracked, and the moment I said it, I broke down with her. We were both crying in the middle of the deck, not caring who was watching, not caring that everyone else had gone quiet for a second before turning their attention back to their chatter. She kept holding on, her tears wetting my suit jacket, and I didn’t even care.“When did you even get here?” I finally asked, pulling back just enough to see her face, though our hands still clung together like we were afra