Four Years later
A knock sounded on the door.
“Xav! Who is it?” I yelled from the kitchen.
“Coming.” He yelled back from the stairs and ran to open the door.
I could hear some muffled dialogue but apart from that I couldn’t make out who it was. Oh, right. It should be Mrs. Paul, she said she wanted some recipes from me and she would visit us in the afternoon.
Wiping my hands on the kitchen towel, I walked towards the door. “Is it Mrs. Pau—”
Words got stuck in my throat.
It was him.
Lucas Klein in flesh, at my doorstep.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I barked and Xavier held me back before I could kill him.
“I–I just wanted to talk to you.”
Wow, Lucas Klein and stuttering. I never thought that I would get to see the day where I would see the mighty and proud Alpha stuttering. Hell, I didn’t even think that he would want to see me after all that he said and did to me.
“Then talk. Why are you here?” I folded my hands in front of my chest and his gaze fell onto my boobs.
“Eyes up here mister.” I snapped my fingers.
“Can we talk in private?” He asked.
“You can say whatever you want in front of Xavier. And get done with it soon, I don’t have all day with me waiting for you to open your mouth.” I held Xavier’s hands as he was about to leave. I assured him with my eyes asking him to stay with me and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him. I sank into his embrace as he kissed my forehead in comfort.
But it seemed like someone didn’t like this affection. He clenched his fists and stared at Xavier’s hands on my waist.
“Do you want to talk or are you simply going to stare?” That brought him out of his reverie and his gaze returned to my face.
“Can we go inside?” He asked. I wanted to laugh at him.
“Yes.”
“No.”
Xavier and I simultaneously answered. I glared at him and he pouted cutely. Rolling my eyes at his antics, I returned my attention back onto Lucas.
“I am not allowing you into our home. Whatever it is, talk here and get out.” He nodded and ran his hands through his hairs.
“I want you to come back home. Come back to our pack.” He spoke and I went still. Xavier’s arm around my waist was the only source of comfort for me that was preventing me from having a panic attack.
“Are you out of your senses? Do you even know what you are asking for? And what makes you even think that I would come back just because you asked me to.”
“Ari, I am sorry for whatever happened. I apologize sincerely. If I wish–” I showed him my palm and cut him off.
“Ari? Who the hell are you to call me that? I am Mrs. Reynolds for you and that is the only way you will address me.”
“Mrs?” He stuttered.
“Is there a problem?” He shook his head in a no and I heaved a breath of sigh. “There is a problem back at the pack and we need your help.”
“What kind of problem and how will a pathetic, naive and foolish person like me be of any help to you and your pack?”
“Aria–Mrs. Reynolds.” He corrected his words. “I am sorry for that day. If I could go back and relive that day, I would have never done something like that. I regret what I did to you that day.
I am –”
“Save your sorry and apologies for someone. Even if you would go back in time, you would try to be even meaner and harsh.”
“It's not like that. I am being honest. I cannot even imagine what you would have gone through and I regret it everyday.”
“What’s the problem?” He can save his sorry ass for someone else. I would never forgive him at all.
“We are being attacked by a group of Vampires. They have been destroying our homes and killing our pups. We have tried everything to stop them but all we are left with is a sacrifice to the Moon Goddess.”
“What do I have to do about it?”
“Only a true Luna and Alpha can do this and invoke the Goddess. Else, this sacrifice is futile.”
“Oh! I get it now. That mate of yours is no longer useful to you now. So you want me now. What else do you want from me? My life? My peace? Sex?”
“Ari.” Xavier rubbed my arm, calming me down. “It’s not good for your health, baby. Calm down.”
“Can you believe this man Xavier? After everything, he wants me. Why? Because his pack is in danger and his reputation is at stake. Tell me something, if this situation had not come up, would you even remember that I exist or like the past years you would have lived your life happily wishing that I died?”
“Ari, I would never wish something like that for you. I never intended to do what I did to you.”
“Yet you hurt me and left me alone to suffer. You know how painful the pain of rejection is yet you decided to inflict it on me.”
“Ariana” I glared at him. “Mrs. Reynolds,” He corrected himself. “Your father and your brother, Augustus' son, were killed by the vampires. I tried my best to protect my people, but I failed as an alpha. Things look very scary back there and I didn’t want that to happen to anyone again. But the sacrifice needed you, else, I would never trouble you with my problems and worries. All these years, all I did was think about you. But after what I did, I realized that you deserve someone much better than me, someone who chose you.” He looked at Xavier and then back at me.
“I need some time to think about this.”
“Sure. But please think about it once.” I nodded and shut the door on his face not caring how rude or harsh my behavior was. He deserved it and he was going to get it.
I turned around and faced Xavier who was looking at me with a different emotion.
“Don’t worry. I am not going to leave you for him.” I patted his chest and walked into the kitchen to finish baking those cookies.
“I know you won’t but I am also certain that he has a powerful influence on you. I just–” JHe raised his hands trying to put words for his fear.
The world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
Shane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
Silence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
It had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.
Doing right by her.For once in my life, the phrase did not feel hollow. It was not about politics, it was not about appearances, not about the crown I carried like a curse—it was about her. Seraphina. The woman I loved, the woman I lost, the woman whose absence burned holes into my soul that no amount of time nor duty could mend.I stood in the great hall that morning, the weight of the crown heavy on my head, the council gathered around me like carrion birds. Their whispers had grown louder since Caelan left with my son—our son. They thought I didn’t hear, but I did. Every word. Every insult disguised as careful speculation. Every sneer at her name.“She was never meant to be queen.” “She bewitched him.” “She brought ruin.” “Perhaps the gods punished her, punished us, through her.”They didn’t say it to my face, but I knew. And today, I would not ignore it anymore.I slammed my hand against the throne’s armrest, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder across the marble walls. T
I couldn’t sleep.Not anymore.It has been a week since Caelan left with my son.My son.This is probably the first time I have acknowledged it to myself—that he was mine. He was ours. He is ours.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to find ways to sleep. But I just couldn’t. Not anymore. A lot of things haunted me and it was too late.Why did she not tell me? I knew the answer for it. But a part of me wanted to ask her that question anyway, as if saying it aloud would change the truth.Why did I not do anything when I knew that she was pregnant? I saw her… I saw her in a way I had never seen before, I saw her swollen with my child, and yet I didn’t make a move. Not once did I go and check on her. Why?And the dreadful part. The birth.It clung to me like blood that refused to wash away.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead into my palms, when the memory clawed its way back to me—uninvited, merciless.The midwife had been trembling when she came to me that night, her hands still smell