تسجيل الدخولKyle. "Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!""Hey, sweetheart! How are you?" Ella asked, putting her on speaker."Great! Classes are amazing. Combat training is intense but I'm keeping up. And Sophie and I are best friends now.""That's wonderful.""How are you guys? Are you okay without me?"I smiled. "We're adjusting. Missing you like crazy, but adjusting.""Good. I was worried you'd be sad forever.""We'll always miss you. But we're proud of you. And we're staying busy."Maya chatted for twenty minutes. About classes, friends, teachers, training exercises. She sounded happy. Confident. Exactly where she needed to be.Her combat instructor was pushing her hard. Her strategy classes challenged her mind. Her roommate Sophie had become like a sister. Everything we'd hoped for."I have to go. Study group in ten minutes. Love you both!""Love you too, baby."The call ended. Ella and I looked at each other."She's thriving," Ella said."She is.""I'm so proud of her.""Me too."The calls became routine. Tw
Kyle.The silence woke me up.Not a sound. Not a noise. Nothing. Just the absence of Maya's presence in the house screaming at me from every corner.I'd been home from dropping her off for three days, and the quiet was driving me insane.Ella was already awake. I found her in Maya's room again, sitting on the bed, staring at nothing."You have to stop doing this," I said gently."I know.""Come on. Breakfast.""I'm not hungry.""Neither am I. But we're eating anyway."We'd barely eaten since returning from Colorado. Food tasted like cardboard. Everything felt wrong without Maya here.I made eggs. Burned them slightly. Ella picked at hers without really eating."We need to do something today," I said."Like what?""Anything. Go for a run. Visit our parents. Check on the pack. Something to get out of this house.""The house isn't the problem.""Then what is?"Ella looked up at me. "The fact that our daughter is gone and we don't know what to do with ourselves anymore."She was right. We
Ella.Sophie bounced with energy. Her side of the room was already decorated. Posters, photos, colorful bedding. Maya's side was bare, waiting. The room was bigger than I'd expected. Two desks. Two closets. Two beds. A shared window overlooked the gardens."We can arrange the furniture however you want," Sophie said. "And there's storage under the beds. And the closet is pretty big. And we share a bathroom with the girls next door but they're really nice."Sophie barely paused for breath. Maya smiled, caught up in her enthusiasm. Some of the tension left her shoulders.Kyle and I helped Maya unpack. Hung clothes in the closet. Made the bed. Arranged books on shelves. Set up her desk with school supplies and her laptop. Each item found its place. Sophie chattered the entire time. About classes, teachers, training schedules, meal times, weekend activities. Maya listened, asking occasional questions. They were already falling into an easy rhythm."What's your specialty?" Sophie asked."
Ella.Maya threw up in the bathroom at five in the morning.I rushed in to find her kneeling by the toilet, face pale and sweaty. Her pajamas clung to her skin. Hair stuck to her forehead."Baby, what's wrong?""My stomach hurts. I feel sick."I pressed my hand to her forehead. No fever. Just nerves eating her alive from the inside out. Her whole body trembled."It's okay to be scared," I said softly."I'm not scared. I'm excited.""You can be both."Maya threw up again. I held her hair back and rubbed circles on her back until she finished. She wiped her mouth with shaking hands."Better?""A little."We sat on the bathroom floor together. The tiles were cold beneath us. Maya leaned against me, still trembling. I could feel her heart racing."What if I mess up?" she whispered."You won't.""But what if I do? What if I'm not as good as they think I am?""Maya, look at me." I waited until she met my eyes. "You are exactly as good as they think you are. Maybe better. The Academy chose y
Ella.Later, after Maya went to bed, Kyle told me about their conversation."I told her I was terrified when she was born. Afraid I'd fail her as a father.""What did she say?""That I'm the best father ever. That she'll be a good Alpha because we taught her how."Tears filled my eyes. "She said that?""Word for word.""Our daughter is amazing.""She gets it from her mother.""And her father.""We make a good team.""The best team."September arrived. Maya started fourth grade. Her teacher, Mrs. Brown, called us after the first week."Maya is reading at a seventh-grade level," she said. "And her mathematical reasoning surpasses most middle schoolers I've taught.""Is that a problem?" Kyle asked."Not a problem. Just remarkable. I wanted to discuss advanced placement options."We met with Mrs. Brown the following week. She suggested moving Maya to fifth grade for certain subjects. Math and English particularly."Would that be too much pressure?" I asked."I don't think so. Maya handles
Ella.Maya blew out the candles on her chocolate cake with vanilla frosting. Wolf-themed decorations covered every surface of our backyard. Balloons shaped like wolves floated above the tables. Maya's classmates and pack friends ran around playing games.Ten kids. Twenty kids. Maybe more. I'd lost count."Make a wish, sweetheart," I said.Maya closed her eyes tight. Her lips moved silently. Then she blew out all nine candles in one breath.Everyone cheered.Kyle cut the cake while I handed out plates. Maya opened presents surrounded by wrapping paper and excited chatter. She got books, games, training gear, and art supplies."Thank you, everyone!" Maya hugged each person who gave her a gift.The party lasted three hours. By the time the last guest left, Maya was exhausted but glowing with happiness."Best birthday ever," she declared."I'm glad, baby."Kyle cleaned up while Maya and I sat on the porch swing. The sun was setting, painting the sky orange and pink."Mom?" Maya said quiet
Ella.The graduation cap felt ridiculous on my head.I adjusted it for the third time, trying to get the stupid tassel to stop swinging into my face. Around me, the entire senior class of Riverside High buzzed with excitement. Parents filled the bleachers. Camera flashes went off constantly."Stop
Ella.Kyle stood and crossed to where I sat. His hands found my hips, pulling me up to face him."I just hate that he's the one helping you," Kyle admitted quietly. "I should be the one you turn to.""You are. You're my mate, Kyle. My Alpha. But you're also overwhelmed with duties because Marcus is
Kyle.The whiskey burned going down, but not enough to drown out the look on Ella's face when I'd walked out.I sat in my truck at the edge of pack territory, staring at nothing. The engine was off. The night was cold. I didn't care.The primary bond throbbed in my chest. Ella's pain bled through,
Jason.I ended the call and hurled my phone across the office.It exploded against the wall. Glass and metal scattered across the floor.My chest heaved. My wolf clawed at my insides, demanding to be let out.Coming for her. I'd actually said that. Like some desperate fool who couldn't control hims







