LOGINStella was six weeks old when Riley realized something was wrong.Not with the baby. Stella was thriving, a calm easy baby who seemed content to just observe the chaos around her.The problem was Riley.She'd been here before. The crushing exhaustion. The crying at nothing. The feeling of disconnection from everything, even her own newborn.Postpartum depression. Again."I thought I'd be better prepared this time," she told Dr. Morrison during an emergency appointment. "I knew the signs. I'm on medication already. Why is this happening again?""Depression doesn't care about preparation. You've had four babies, Riley. Your body's been through tremendous stress. Add in your age, the hormonal changes, the demands of four kids, and depression is almost inevitable.""So what do I do?""Same as before. Adjust your medication, increase therapy, ask for help. You know the drill."Riley did know the drill. But knowing didn't make it easier.Samuel stepped up immediately, taking on even more ch
Winter came early that year, bringing snow in late October. Riley stood at her office window, watching the flakes fall, thinking about how much had changed in the eight years since she'd first met Samuel. Eight years since that pool deck, that terrified moment when her world had shifted. Now she was thirty-five, mother of two, Alpha's mate, successful author and media entrepreneur. A life she'd never imagined possible. "You're being contemplative again," Diana said from the doorway. "Just thinking about time. How fast it moves." "That's very philosophical for a Tuesday morning." Riley smiled. "I'm allowed to be philosophical occasionally." "Occasionally, sure. But you've been staring out that window for twenty minutes. Everything okay?" "Everything's fine. Just... reflective." Diana left her alone, and Riley returned to her thoughts. She'd been feeling it more lately. The passage of time. Selene was nine now, growing independent and opinionated. Isaac was three and
Samuel won bronze in his third event, the four hundred meter freestyle. Riley watched him stand on the podium with two gold medals and one bronze around his neck by the end of the Olympics, and thought about how far they'd both come. He'd competed in three Olympic games. Won six medals total. Two silvers, three bronze, and now finally, the gold he'd been chasing his entire career. "I'm done," he said on their last night in Oslo. The kids were asleep in the next room, and they were sitting on the hotel balcony despite the freezing temperature. "After this, I'm retiring." "You're sure?" "I'm twenty-six years old. I've accomplished everything I set out to do. I have a family I love and who actually needs me present." Samuel looked at her. "It's time." Riley nodded. She'd known this was coming, but hearing him say it out loud made it real. "What will you do? After swimming?" "I've had some offers. Coaching positions. Commentary work. One company wants me to be their spokesperson."
Riley turned thirty-eight in the spring, and for the first time in years, she felt her age.Not in a bad way. Just in an awareness of time passing, of chapters closing, of life moving forward whether she was ready or not."I'm almost forty," she told Samuel on her birthday morning."You're thirty-eight.""Which is almost forty.""By that logic, I'm almost thirty.""You're twenty-nine. You are almost thirty."Samuel groaned. "Don't remind me."They'd planned a small party. Just family and close friends. But the kids had other ideas."Surprise!" Selene yelled when Riley walked into the kitchen.The room was full of people. Sarah and Lysander with their kids. Max and Nora. Diana from Pack Truth. Victoria Moore. Even Patricia had flown in from New York."You all came," Riley said, tears already starting."Of course we came," Sarah said, hugging her. "It's your birthday.""It's just a birthday.""It's never just a birthday."They ate cake and opened presents and told embarrassing stories a
Tiara's funeral was held on a gray Saturday in late November. Riley and Samuel attended together, along with Max and Nora. They sat near the back of the small chapel, not wanting to intrude on the grief of Tiara's sister and the few friends who'd stayed in touch over the years. The service was simple and beautiful. Layla, Tiara's younger sister, spoke about the vibrant woman Tiara had been before the accident. About her dreams of becoming a veterinarian, her love of old movies, her terrible singing voice that she used anyway. "My sister lost seven years of her life," Layla said, her voice breaking. "But in the time she had after waking up, she lived fully. She moved to Oregon, went back to school, made new friends. She didn't let what happened to her define her final chapter." Riley found herself crying. For Tiara, for the life cut short, for all the what-ifs and might-have-beens. Samuel held her hand through the entire service. Afterward, Layla approached them as they wer
Riley woke up to her phone exploding.Thirty-seven missed calls. Sixty-two text messages. Her email inbox overflowing with notifications.She grabbed her phone, still half asleep, and opened the first message. It was from Sarah."CALL ME NOW. There's a photo. It's everywhere."Riley's stomach dropped.She opened Twitter. The photo was the top trending topic in Springfield.There she was, wrapped around Samuel in the aquatic center, kissing him like her life depended on it. The caption read: "Springfield Herald reporter Riley Chen caught in compromising position with college swimmer she was assigned to cover. Age gap relationship or abuse of power?"The comments were brutal."This is disgusting. She's almost 30 and he's barely legal.""Classic predator behavior. Using her position as a journalist to get close to a young athlete.""Someone needs to investigate this. This is grooming.""Age gap relationships are valid! Stop being judgmental!""Seven years isn't even that much. My parents
Fatima looked different than Riley remembered.Gone was the innocent cousin who used to braid Riley's hair at family gatherings. This woman was harder, sharper. Her eyes cold as she leaned against a metal support beam, arms crossed.And beside her stood Dalton Lillard. Riley's ex-boyfriend. The swi
The interrogation room smelled like stale coffee and fluorescent lighting.Riley sat across from Detective Chen, a wolf from the Springfield Pack who'd been assigned to the case. Samuel was in another room with his own detective. They'd been separated the moment they arrived at the station, standar
The next morning, Isis left home angrily. She didn't talk to Max or Nora to show them how pissed off she was. Last night was filled with calls and online games, but that couldn’t calm her heart like having Samuel beside her.Since Samuel wasn't there, she decided to take the bus, but something shock
Nora was shaking as if she’d been drenched. Max's leg kept knocking against the cold tiles, while his son, Samuel, stood opposite him with his head bowed and Isis standing to the side.“So… all this while, you guys were into these shitty things under my roof?” Max finally asked.Nora jumped up immed







