LOGINPrincipal Jaxon's POVA tear ran down Helen's cheeks.She was crying again, her whole body shaking with sobs."I'm sorry," I said briskly, "I know it must hurt you to remember.""Yes," her voice broke. "It still hurts me so much." She swiped at her cheeks. "How could it not? To see one child chosen over another. To see one showered with love while the other survived on the barest minimum.""You never told Nivia who her father was?""No." She wiped her eyes. "I told her the lie he wanted me to tell. That her father was a drifter who ran away with another woman. It was easier than the truth.""Which was that her father chose her sister over her.""Yes." Helen stood up, pacing the small room. "How do you tell a child that? How do you explain that her father looked at her and decided she wasn't worth keeping?"I watched her move around the cramped space. "It must have been hard. Raising her alone.""Hard doesn't begin to describe it." She stopped at the window, looking out at the street.
Principal Jaxon's POV"There's more," Helen said, her voice hollow.I settled back into the chair. "I'm listening.""Richard came to see me. It was the fifth day. Nivia was still in the incubator, still critical." Helen's eyes were distant, remembering. "He came to the hospital late at night. Made sure no one saw him. He stood at the window looking at her for a long time.""What did he say?""He said she was cursed. That her survival was unnatural. That she should have died." Her voice shook. "He kept looking at her like she was something evil. Like she'd personally offended him by living.""She was his daughter.""Not to him. Not anymore." Helen met my eyes. "He said the Moon Goddess had made her judgment clear. Claire was blessed. Perfect. Healthy. She was the daughter he was meant to have. But Nivia? She was a mistake. A punishment for his sins. Something that should have been buried and forgotten.""What did he want from you?""He wanted me to understand the situation. To see thin
Principal Jaxon's POVI waited while Helen cried. Gave her a moment to collect herself.When she finally looked up, her face was blotchy and red. Defeated."Tell me everything," I said quietly. "From the beginning."She drew in a shuddering breath. "It started eighteen years ago. I was working at the diner. Richard used to come in for coffee. We'd talk. Just friendly conversation at first.""And then?""Then it became more." Shame filled her voice. "I knew he was married. Knew it was wrong. But he made me feel special. Important. Like I mattered."I kept my face neutral. "How long did the affair last?""A few months. He said his wife couldn't have children. That their marriage was struggling because of it." She wiped at her eyes. "I believed him. I was young and stupid and I believed every word.""You got pregnant.""Yes." She looked down at her hands. "When I told him, he was happy at first. Excited, even. Said it was a miracle. That he'd always wanted a child.""What changed?""Noth
Principal Jaxon's POVThe address led me to the south side of town. The poor neighborhood where the houses were small and the paint peeled off in strips.I parked my car in front of a faded blue house. The yard was tiny, overgrown with weeds. A broken tricycle lay on its side near the front steps.This was where Nivia Randolph lived.Where the Moonchild had grown up.I walked up the creaking steps and knocked.Footsteps inside. Then the door opened a crack.A woman peered out. Mid-thirties, exhausted eyes, blonde hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. She wore a diner uniform with a name tag that read "Helen.""Can I help you?" Her voice was cautious."Helen Randolph?""Yes?"I saw the moment recognition hit. Her eyes widened. Her face went pale."Alpha Jaxon." She opened the door wider, her hands trembling. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize... please, come in."The inside of the house was clean but worn. Old furniture. Faded curtains. Toys scattered across the living room floor.Two small
Nivia POVMateo's eyes remained on me."Why?" He asked softly.I didn't want to say it. Didn't want to admit it publicly."Because I love him." The words came out before I could stop them. "I love him. I slept with him, and I thought that meant something. Now, I'm watching him with her and it feels like I'm being torn apart."He was quiet for a few seconds."Now imagine how I felt today." His voice was barely above a whisper. "When you told me you'd slept with him. When I realized you'd given him what I'd been dreaming about for three years."I couldn't look at him."But here's the difference between us, Nivia." He moved closer again. "I'm not going to abandon you. I'm not going to ignore you because someone else showed up. I'm angry, yes. I'm hurt, yes. But I'm still here.""Why?""Because I meant what I said in that shelter. I love you. And that doesn't just disappear because you hurt me." His hand found mine in the darkness. "I'm not Justin. I don't move on that quickly."My breath
Nivia POV"Fine," I said. "I'll help set up a spot for Mateo outside."And stormed out of the shelter.We worked in silence, building a small lean-to against a tree using palm fronds and branches. It wasn't much, but it would keep him dry if it rained."You don't have to do this," I said quietly as we worked. "You don't have to sleep outside, I mean. I can do it.""I know." He tied off another branch. "But I want to.""Why?"He looked at me. "Because if I sleep in that shelter with you right there, knowing what almost happened today, knowing what did happen yesterday with Justin... I won't be able to handle it.""Oh.""Distance is better right now. For both of us."We finished the lean-to without saying anything else.Inside the shelter, I could hear Claire talking to Justin. Her voice was softer now. Vulnerable."I was so scared," she was saying. "I heard scary noises and I didn't even have my wolf to protect me.""You're safe now," Justin murmured. "I won't let anything happen to yo







