LOGINMEGAN'S POV
Four Years Later
“And that’s how we locked down the Cendrix Pack contract three weeks ahead of schedule.” I say, concluding the presentation.
The boardroom stays silent for a bit before a polite applause breaks out immediately.
“Brilliant work, Megan,” Mr. Lau says. “That’s the kind of move that earns a pack’s loyalty.”
I smile and nod once. “Thank you, Mr. Lau. My team worked hard.”
As everyone slowly gets up and begins to exit the boardroom, I stay behind to tidy up my notes.
Honestly, it's funny how life works.
Four years ago, I thought losing Xarion was the worst pain I’d ever endure. And I was even more shocked when I later discovered I was having two pups instead of one.
“You’re carrying twins, Miss Pierce,” the doctor had said, and I remember staring at him with a stunned look on my face.
I was twenty-two, terrified, and utterly alone.
Then came Alpha Elias Stone.
I met him by accident, really. I’d been working two jobs, one as a cleaner and the other one doing freelance translation, just to take care of myself in the early months.
Elias was one of my clients and he needed a business pitch translated into French for a certain pack. I delivered it in twenty-four hours and he was really impressed.
He called me personally. “Ever thought about corporate strategy?”
I thought he was joking but he wasn't.
Within weeks, I was training under his top executives. Within a year, I was leading teams. Now, I’m one of the youngest regional leads in Stone Corporations and Elias treats me like his own daughter.
“Ma’am,” Caitlin’s voice pulls me from my thoughts as she peeks into the room. “Alpha Elias wants to see you in his office. He says it’s important.”
I nod, slipping my notes into my portfolio. “I’ll head up now.”
…
Elias’s office is sleek as always and there's a warmth in his smile as I walk in.
“Megan,” he greets, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Take a seat.”
I do, crossing one leg over the other.
“You’ve been outperforming projections all year,” he says, watching me closely. “Three contract wins. Expansion into Blue Vein Pack. Full stabilization of our shipping network.”
“I’m just doing my job, Alpha,” I reply calmly.
He leans back with a smile. “You’re doing more than that. Which is why I’m trusting you with something bigger.”
I narrow my eyes as I hear that.
“We’re opening a new regional base in Arkon City. We need someone who understands the politics and the territory. And frankly, there’s no one better equipped than you.”
Arkon City.
The name drops like ice down my spine.
It's the city I ran from. The city that holds the darkest chapter of my life.
“You’re from there, aren’t you?” Elias adds, reading my pause. “It’s full circle, in a way.”
Full circle? Or cursed.
“I want you to head the expansion project,” he continues. “Scout the location, handle licensing, and oversee the branch setup. It’s a major opportunity.”
I force a calm smile. “Alpha… I’m not sure I’m the best person for that territory.”
His eyes soften, and I hate that he sees more than I want to show.
“I know it’s personal,” he says calmly. “But this is strictly business. Besides, the council there still remembers you. You’d have support.”
Before I can answer, my phone buzzes in my coat pocket. I check the screen and I freeze.
Arkon General Hospital.
“Excuse me,” I say and my fingers feel numb as I swipe to answer. “Hello?”
“Ms. Pierce?” a female voice says in panic. “Your father, Francis Pierce, was admitted earlier today. He has a serious heart attack. He’s not yet stable and we recommended family presence. He asked for you.”
“What?” My throat tightens. “I… I’ll be there.”
I end the call and look at Elias. “I just got a call… my dad’s in the hospital. In Arkon.”
He nods with concern. “Then you need to go see him. I’ll have Caitlin arrange the travel plans. You can bring the twins. We’ll cover accommodations.”
“Thank you, Alpha.”
“And Megan?”
“Yes?”
“My son still wants to meet you. But I told him you weren’t ready.” He says with a soft tone. “When you are, say the word.”
I offer a grateful nod and head out before emotion can crack my mask.
Alpha Elias has been trying to set me up with his son for a while now, but I just don't have time for love.
…
The next day, I step out of the black SUV with Maverick and Makayla holding my hands tightly. Thank the goddess they're on holiday.
Maverick, with his piercing blue eyes and mischievous smile, is definitely the troublemaker. Makayla, with her soft curls and watchful look, is the calm one.
They’ve never met their grandfather before. I left before I could make peace.
My Dad hadn’t cut me off. He just let me go when I refused to listen to his warning against me marrying Xarion and giving him my kidney.
“You’re giving a piece of yourself to someone who doesn’t value you,” he said back then. “You’ll regret it.”
And I had.
But here I am, four years later, a mother and a successful woman with the two best reasons to keep fighting.
“Mommy, is this where Grandpa is?” Makayla asks, looking up at the tall building with her wide hazel eyes.
“Yes, sweetheart. He’s just resting.”
Maverick tugs my sleeve. “Can we give him the card we made?”
I smile. “You can, my love.”
The minute we step in, we're met with a polite nurse.
“Ms. Pierce?” she asks, and I nod. “Your father's awake. You can go in now.”
I kneel to the twins’ level. “Mave, May, I want you two to wait right here with my guard, okay? Mommy’s going to say hi first, then you can come in with the card.”
Makayla pouts slightly but nods, and Maverick gives a small sigh. “Okay, but don’t take too long.”
“I won’t,” I promise, kissing both their cheeks.
I stand up, turn, and gently push the door open.
The moment I see my father, different emotions pass through my body. He looks pale but alive.
“Dad,” I whisper, stepping closer.
He turns slowly, his eyes widening just a bit before a faint, surprised smile appears on his lips. “There’s my stubborn girl.”
I let out a low laugh as I reach for the chair beside his bed and sit, leaning in close. “I missed you.”
“I thought I’d never see you again,” he says with a hoarse voice. “Not after the way we left things.”
My chest tightens. “We were both angry. I thought I knew what I was doing. I didn’t want to hear the truth back then.”
His fingers brush mine, warm despite the IV taped to the back of his hand. “I was harsh. I should have stopped you, not pushed you away.”
“You don’t need to apologize, Dad,” I shake my head gently. “You were right about everything.”
His eyes narrow slightly as he searches my face. “I said some cruel things. About Xarion. About the…”
“You were trying to protect me.” I interrupt gently. “You saw what I didn’t. I gave so much of myself to someone who couldn’t love me the way I needed.”
I pause, then I smile faintly. “But I gained something far more important.”
He glances at the closed door. “The twins?”
I nod, emotion filling my voice. “Maverick and Makayla. They’re my heart. They gave me a reason to keep moving forward.”
“I’d like to meet them.”
“You will.” I squeeze his hand. “They made a card just for you.”
Just then, I hear Makayla’s excited voice from outside the room.
“Mommy! There’s someone outside who wants to see you!”
I frown, rising from the chair. “Makayla?”
Just then, the door opens and Maverick appears in the doorway, tugging someone by the hand. “He said he knows you!”
My entire world screeches to a halt as the person steps inside.
His piercing blue eyes lock on mine and my breath stops.
Makayla glances between us innocently with curiosity. “Is he a friend, Mommy?”
But I can’t speak. I'm instantly furious.
Because standing in my father’s hospital room, four years later, is the man who tore my world apart.
My ex-husband and the father of my children. Xarion Luther.
MEGAN'S POVHonestly, I didn't plan this visit.Or rather, I planned it the way you plan things at two in the morning when you can't sleep and your mind keeps circling back to the same woman, the same face, the same voice delivering confession after confession in a hospital room where you were too bruised and too shocked to say half of what you actually wanted to say.By the time morning came, I'd already decided.I left the twins with Gwen, told my guards where we were going, and got in the car before I could talk myself out of it.And now I'm here.The facility is exactly as grim as you'd expect, concrete and fluorescent lighting and the particular kind of silence that only exists in places where people are being kept rather than choosing to stay. One of the senior officers escorts me to a private visitation room without asking many questions, which tells me the name Megan Pierce is carrying a different kind of weight in this building.I instruct my guards to wait outside the door,
XARION'S POVI don't remember most of the drive home.I remember leaving the hotel parking lot. I remember the flowers still sitting on the passenger seat beside me, white peonies wilting slightly in the afternoon heat because Megan didn't want them. And I remember arriving in my own driveway and simply not having the energy to get out of my car.So I didn't.I sat there instead, engine off, hands still loosely curled around the steering wheel, and at some point my forehead found its way down to rest against the back of my hands, and I just stayed like that.I went to Megan's hotel to check up on her.That was the entire plan. Show up, bring something simple and sincere, remind her that I'm trying, that I'm different, that we both finally know the truth about everything that happened four years ago, and that I'm still not going anywhere.And instead I drove away with my chest cracked wide open and a bouquet of flowers she didn't want.I keep hearing her voice.‘Ever since you came bac
DANIELLE'S POVThe officer escorts me down a corridor I don't recognize, and I realize, with a fresh wave of dread, that they're taking me somewhere new.My new cell.I hate it before I even step inside.It's smaller than the holding room. Stained concrete walls, a thin mattress on a metal frame, a toilet in the corner with absolutely no privacy whatsoever, and the smell of bleach fighting a losing battle against a stench far worse under it.The officer shoves the door shut behind me, and the sound of the lock slamming into place sends a bone-deep and final shiver crawling down my spine.I sink onto the corner of the mattress and let the tears come again, because what else is there to do.I can't believe this is my life now.I can't believe loving Xarion, genuinely, completely loving him, has landed me here, in a concrete box, wearing an ugly jumpsuit, separated from everyone and everything I've ever known."Stupid," I whisper to myself, pressing my palms against my face. "Stupid, stu
DANIELLE'S POV"I told you."Skye drops a plastic tray of food onto the table between us and sits down across from me, her expression a careful mix of exasperation and something that might be pity, which is somehow worse."I warned you, Danielle," she continues, folding her arms. "I told you to be careful. I told you not to do anything reckless. And what did you do?"I stare at the tray instead of looking at her, because if I look at her right now I'm going to cry again, and I've already cried enough today to last several lifetimes."You don't have to remind me," I murmur, my voice scraped thin."I think I do," Skye replies, though her tone softens slightly. "Because clearly the lesson didn't land the first hundred times I said it."I press my palms against my eyes, my elbows on the table, the orange jumpsuit they made me wear scratching uncomfortably against my skin every time I move. I never thought I'd be wearing something like this. I never imagined a version of my life that invo
MEGAN'S POVMaverick and Makayla are standing there, and the second they see me, their faces light up, and they walk in without waiting for an invitation."Mommy!" Makayla announces, already climbing onto the couch. "How are you feeling?""We wanted to check on you," Maverick adds, settling beside his sister, his eyes scanning my face with that unsettling attentiveness he always has.Guilt tightens in my chest. They're four years old and they're checking in on me like seasoned caretakers."I'm feeling well, sweethearts," I reply, walking over and sitting on the corner of the coffee table across from them. "Thank you for asking."But Maverick's frown deepens, and he leans forward slightly. "Are you sure?""You look like something happened," Makayla adds, cocking her head, studying me the way she studies everything, like a tiny, suspicious detective."I'm okay," I insist, keeping my voice light. "Maybe it's just the healing. My body's still putting itself back together. That can make a
MEGAN'S POVI close my hotel room door behind me and lean back against it, closing my eyes.For a second I just stand there, letting the silence of the room settle over me, and I feel everything I just did outside the hotel entrance crash into me all at once, delayed, like the aftershock of something that already happened too fast to process the first time.I genuinely wasn't expecting to see Xarion today. Not there. Not with flowers, of all things, standing outside like he'd rehearsed how he'd hand them to me and still couldn't quite land it.Turning them down nearly broke something in me right there on the pavement. I had to dig my nails into my own palm just to keep my voice even, just to keep my face arranged into an expression that looked like resolve instead of the mess I actually was underneath it.That was hard.That was, without question, one of the hardest things I've had to do, harder than I expected it to be even though I knew it was coming.A tear breaks free before I can
XARION'S POVI'm still standing there with my jaw clenched and fists tight, trying to rein in the storm churning inside me when the twins suddenly hop off the bed and move toward Vance."Mr. Vance," Makayla pipes up, her voice still a little shaky but hopeful. "Did you bring any snacks for us too?"
XARION'S POVI've been trying to sleep for hours, tossing and turning, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is Megan's face.So I gave up around 2 AM and dragged myself to my home office, hoping that drowning myself in paperwork would distract me from the chaos in my head.It hasn't worked.I'
XARION'S POVPain.That's the first thing I register when I wake up.A dull, throbbing ache that seems to radiate through every part of my body. My head feels like it's been split open with an axe, my ribs are screaming, and my knuckles sting like hell.I groan, my eyes fluttering open, and immedia
XARION'S POVThe bar I end up at is a dive.And I mean that in every sense of the word.It's hidden away in the rougher side of Arkon, the kind of place where the neon sign glitches every few seconds and half the letters are burnt out. The windows are grimy, the paint on the door is peeling, and t







