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.
XARION'S POVI scrub a hand over my face, frustration building inside me until it feels like I'm going to explode."Maybe I need to give her space," I murmur, the words heavy. "Not from the twins. Never from the twins. But from… me."It hurts to even think about it.But maybe that's what she needs.Maybe if I back off and stop pushing, stop trying so hard, she'll realize what she's missing.Or maybe she won't.And that thought is the one that kills me.Because what if stepping back is the final nail in the coffin?What if she takes my absence as confirmation that I've given up?That I don't care anymore?I don't know.I don't know what the right move is anymore.And now?Now I'm starting to wonder if I'm just fooling myself.Maybe she's never going to forgive me. Maybe the damage I caused is too deep, too permanent, to ever truly heal.And the worst part?The realization that maybe we can't get back together hurts worse than anything else.Because I want her. Goddess, I want her so b
XARION'S POVI'm clenching the steering wheel so hard my knuckles have turned white, my jaw clenched so tight it throbs, and I can't stop replaying what just happened.The way Megan looked at me this morning.Like I was something she regretted. Like I was a mistake she needed to erase as quickly as possible.The memory stings worse than anything I've felt in a long time, and I can't shake it no matter how hard I try.I drive aimlessly through the city without really paying attention to where I'm going, my mind too consumed with the mess I just left behind.Last night was… perfect.I didn't think she'd let me touch her like that. Didn't think she'd let me in, even for a moment.But she did.She let me kiss her. Feel her. Love her the way I've been dying to for four damn years.And for the first time in forever, I actually felt like maybe, just maybe, we had a chance.But this morning?This morning she looked at me like I was the enemy.Like I'd done something unforgivable by being ther
MEGAN'S POVXarion stares at me for a long moment, his jaw clenching, and then he swings his legs over the side of the bed, standing slowly."Did I do something wrong?" he asks quietly, his voice choked. "Because if I did, just tell me, Megan. Don't shut me out like this again.""What happened between us last night wasn't supposed to happen, Xarion," I respond firmly, refusing to meet his eyes."What do you mean it wasn't supposed to happen?" he steps closer. "We both wanted it, Megan. We made love. We…""Don't," I cut him off, my heart squeezing at his words. "Don't call it that.""Then what would you call it?" he challenges, his voice gaining an edge. "Because that's what it was. We both felt it. We both wanted each other. You can't just pretend…""I don't want to have this conversation, Xarion," I shut him down again, my voice trembling now. "I don't want these long talks or explanations or whatever you think this is. I just want you to leave. Before the twins see you here again."
MEGAN'S POVI wake up slowly, my body warm and pleasantly sore in ways I haven't felt in years.For a brief, blissful moment, I just lie there with my eyes still closed, enjoying the sensation.I feel… good.Really good.My muscles are relaxed, my skin feels soft against the sheets, and there's this gentle warmth wrapped around me like a cocoon.But then the memory hits me like a tidal wave.Last night.Xarion.His hands on my body. His mouth on mine. The way he touched me, worshiped me, made me feel things I swore I'd never feel for him again.The way I let him.No.The way I begged him.My eyes snap open, and reality crashes down on me with brutal clarity.Oh goddess.What the hell did I do?My heart starts pounding, panic pressing down on my chest as I turn my head slowly to the side, almost afraid of what I'm going to see.And there he is.Xarion.Sleeping peacefully beside me, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths, his face relaxed and unguarded in a way I haven't
MEGAN'S POVI should say yes.I should push him away and tell him this was a mistake.But the word that comes out of my mouth is completely different."N-no," I whisper, my voice shy and reluctant and so quiet I barely hear it myself.But he hears it.And the smile that crosses his face is devastating."Good," he murmurs, and then his mouth is on mine again, even more intense than before.His hands explore my body now, no longer just massaging but possessing, tracing down my sides, over my hips, pulling me even closer.I feel his fingers at the zipper of my dress, and I should stop him.I really should.But instead, I arch into his touch, silently giving him permission, and he takes it.The zipper slides down slowly, carefully, and the cool air hits my bare skin as the dress falls away.I'm left in just my bra and panties, both of which are probably embarrassingly obvious evidence of how turned on I am, and I should feel vulnerable.But I don't.I feel powerful.Desired.Wanted.My ha
MEGAN'S POVXarion's hands keep moving, slowly and deliberately, working out the tension in my shoulders, and I'm completely falling apart.My panties are absolutely soaked at this point.Not just damp. Soaked.I can feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, and I press them together harder, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing ache building there.This is ridiculous.It's just a massage.Just his hands on my shoulders.There's no reason I should be this turned on from something so innocent.Except it doesn't feel innocent anymore.Not with the way his fingers are pressing into my skin, firm and knowing, like he's memorized every knot, every tense muscle, every place that makes me want to melt.I should tell him to stop.I should thank him politely, tell him I'm fine now, and send him on his way.My mouth opens, the words right there on the tip of my tongue."Xarion, I think that's…"But they don't come out.Instead, I just sit there like an idiot, my lips parted uselessly, my
XARION'S POVMegan's voice sends a jolt through me, and I can practically feel the ice radiating through the phone.But I force myself to stay calm, taking a slow breath before responding."Hey, Megan," I greet as evenly as I can manage. "Thanks for picking up.""What do you want?" she counters, he
MEGAN'S POVVance grins, that easy, charming smile of his lighting up his face. "Good morning to you too, Megan."I cross my arms, squinting at him in curiosity. "Seriously. It's eight in the morning. What are you doing here?""I came to see you," he replies simply, holding up the bag. "And I broug
XARION'S POVI've been on the phone for the past two hours.Two. Damn. Hours.Call after call after call, each one more frustrating than the last, and I still don't have the answers I need.I'm sitting at my desk in my pack office, one hand gripping my phone, the other rubbing my temple as I listen
MEGAN'S POVI bite my lip, my chest tightening with a mix of gratitude and frustration.I appreciate what Vance's doing. Really, I do.But I don't want to come off as being dependent on him.I've worked too hard to build my independence, to prove I don't need anyone to take care of me.And lying he







