(Almira’s POV)[5 Years Later]The sound of my pen scratching against the paper fills the four corners of my office. I could hear from where I’m sitting the faint hum of the city slipping through the floor-to-ceiling windows.I have been working nonstop for seven hours straight now.I plan to finish everything today because I have dinner plans later tonight.I’m excited to see them again.I barely look up as I grab another paper to sign another document. My wrist is already aching from the endless approvals, and it’s honestly starting to feel numb.Just then, I heard the door open to my office."Director Almira," a voice interruptedI glanced up to see my secretary, Niki, standing by the door. She's holding her tablet with a professional expression."The Chairman is already waiting for you in his office," she informed me.I arched my brows.I did promise him that I’ll finish everything before five o’clock in the afternoon. He’s sure a sharp old man.I nodded briefly as I set my pen do
(Almira’s POV)At the diner, my twins and I eat chaotically with their Uncle Rich. I wanted to cut half with the bill, but he refused, saying that it's the first time in a long time that he’s buying us food, and that I should let him.We allowed the kids to choose which place to eat, and they chose this 60’s inspired American Diner, a few drives away from the company.The diner is alive with the sound of music playing in the jukebox, and the warm scent of grilled burgers and fries filling the air. The neon lights flickering outside makes the atmosphere more retro and nostalgic. I like this place. It reminds me of home.Hazel and Asher are sitting across from me beside their Uncle Rich. Their little hands are busy stuffing fries into their mouths. I smiled, while looking at the ketchup stains in the corners of Asher’s lips. And how Hazel’s eyes sparkled as she hummed happily between bites is just too cute to ignore.I watched them, smiling.Rich took a slow sip of his coffee as he watc
(Almira’s POV)[Three Days Later]After five years, I’m finally back in America. Leaving my kids and family behind wasn't easy, but I promised them that I will not stay here for a long time.Just like the plan, I’m going to represent our pack in the assembly.That's it.Despite my personal plans to form alliances here, I thought I should do that once I get a better grip of the situation here in America.A lot can change in five years.But that remains the same here is the power of the people who almost killed me. Everywhere I look, I see only one thing. I see the logos of their company plastered everywhere like decorations on the walls. It reminds me how powerful they are, and why I had to leave.But they don’t scare me anymore.In fact, the first thing I did as soon as I left the airport was to head straight to the venue of the werewolf assembly.And like what I was expecting, it is hosted by the Hitwell family.“Thanks,” I said to the thoughtful chauffeur who carried my suitcase for
(Lysander’s POV)The meeting is now over, but the room is still buzzing with Alphas and Betas gathering in small groups, discussing the alliances and strategies that we discussed in the meeting.And of course, they’re talking about her, too.I should be leaving. I should be heading straight to my pack’s estate, focusing on more important matters. But my feet stay planted in the venue. My eyes unwillingly stay locked on her.Almira.It’s been five years since I last saw her.She’s stealing the spotlight from the crowd effortlessly, speaking with leaders who are twice her size and three times her age like she belongs here.Because, apparently, she does.She’s different now. Confident. Powerful. Completely unshaken by the attention she’s drawing.And damn, she’s beautiful.Her silver, blonde hair is tied in a messy bun, exposing her slender neck. She’s wearing a sleeveless black dress that hugs her curves like a glove. Her black stilettos make her legs look longer, sexier. Almira’s excre
(Almira’s POV)This isn’t happening.This shouldn’t be happening.But it is.Lysander’s lips are on mine.For a second, I feel my world has stopped. The past and the present are mixing. I can't feel anything other than his lips that are kissing mine. My body is currently betraying me in the worst way possible. I want to push him, but my body is doing otherwise.My fingers curled into the fabric of his jacket, gripping it tightly as butterflies rumbled in my stomach.His deep, woodsy scent is intoxicating me. It’s wrapping around me like a warm embrace, making it too easy to forget everything that came before this moment.It’s like all the hatred I kept all these years vanished in just a few seconds that our lips are touching.No…I can’t let this happen.I won’t.*RING!* *RING!* *RING!*Just then, a loud ring cut through the moment, snapping me back to my senses like a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over me. My eyes flew open, and for the first time, I truly saw him.Lysander.Th
(Almira’s POV)My flight back to Italy is tomorrow. I can’t wait to be home. I missed my kids and everything I have back in Italy.I booked myself a luxury hotel last night to ensure my comfortability tonight. I was supposed to drop by here first, but I wasn't really expecting that being here again would feel so new to me. That's why I came a little late that I entered earlier.It’s a tiring day for me, especially because of the flight that I had to take quickly just to reach here on time.Nevertheless, I’m happy about how the meeting turned out. I’m sure that my Father would be proud to know that I was able to gain the respect of everybody in the meeting.But the latter part of my day ruined it.Just thinking about it makes me want to disown myself. It’s embarrassing to the core. As a matter of fact, I’m disgusted with myself.I checked in quickly and made my way to my suite. I can’t wait to settle in for the night. I’m tired and sleepy.Once inside, I dropped my bag by the door and
(Lysander’s POV)"Were you able to deliver the steak to Almira?" I asked the hotel staff as soon as he entered the room just beside Almira’s suite.He nodded reluctantly."Yes, sir. The steak was given to her room.,” he replied.I smirked.Almira must be asleep by now.Without another word, I slide a check across the desk. "Here's 100,000 dollars. Thank you for your service," I said.The staff man’s eyes widened in shock. He asked for 2,000 dollars, but the smallest amount I could give without hurting my ego is a hundred. "Thank you, sir," he said as he picked up the check.I watched him disappear before turning toward the spare keycard hanging on a hook. "Time to check on her," I whispered to myself.I pressed the keycard against the door. It clicked open instantly. The room was dim and silent when I entered. I found Almira passed out in the bed, her hair splayed out across the pillow like a halo.I kneeled beside her and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Almira,"
(Almira’s POV)I tried my best to maintain a straight face. I really want to show him that I don’t give a fuck, but my eyes are betraying me.The truth is… I am scared.I'm scared that history will repeat itself. I’m scared that he would take my kids away once he finds out that they're his children.After all these years, I thought I was ready to face him again.But seeing him now, sitting across from me with his eyes burning in a mixture of disbelief and fury, I just can’t. I feel like I’ve lost the ability to speak. I was just staring at him, wishing that this conversation would end soon.I wasn’t ready to speak to him yet.Not when it’s about my kids.No matter how much I try to deny myself. I know that I’m seeing something in his eyes. I see hope.I had just claimed that Rich is the father of my twins. Of course, he doesn't believe me. But I saw how much my words hurt him. It was almost like he wanted to hurt me because of what I said.But thinking about how I used Rich for my own
(Hazel's POV)The honey cakes taste too sweet. Like they’re trying to cover something up.I chew slow, just like Mama told me—never trust sweetness too fast. Especially from someone who talks too soft and smiles too much. I keep my eyes half-closed, the way wolves do when they’re watching something dangerous.Rachelle’s voice is like syrup, sticky and fake. “I want to help you, Hazel. You and your brother. I want to teach you how not to be controlled.”I blink at her.That word. *Controlled*. I don’t like it. It sounds like cages and chains and being told what to do with the thing that burns under my skin. I don’t know what I am yet—but I know I’m not a tool. And neither is Asher.She leans closer, like she thinks we’re sharing secrets now. “People are always scared of what they can’t control. Even your mother.”I sit up straighter. “My mom&rsquo
(Rachelle’s POV)Later that eveningThe night is soft and heavy with the scent of pine and late-blooming jasmine. The wind hums outside my window, stirring the curtains like a lullaby. It should be calming.But I’m wired.Because they didn’t push me away today.Hazel didn’t glare as hard. Asher actually asked me a question. It was small, meaningless to someone who doesn’t know what to listen for—but to me? It was everything.“Can you do magic too?”A casual question from a curious boy, sure. But it meant he was wondering. Wondering if he could learn something from me. Wondering if I had answers that no one else had given him. And most of all—if I was different from the grown-ups who only saw his power as something to control.That’s how it starts.It always starts with wonder.Hazel, though… Hazel is different.She’s the hard one. Not
(Hazel’s POV)That night, I didn’t sleep.The cake Rachelle brought was still sitting on my windowsill, getting all stale and sticky. I didn’t even take a bite. I just looked at it, trying to decide if it smelled weird. It didn’t. But it still made my stomach feel funny.Not the cake.Her.I curled under my blanket and hugged Bramble, my stuffed bear. I told Mom I was too big for him now, but I wasn’t ready to let him go. Bramble didn’t judge me when I was scared, or when I had to think real hard like tonight. He just stayed.“She’s not like the others,” I whispered to him.He didn’t answer, but I pretended he was listening.Rachelle’s eyes were too shiny when she smiled. Not in a nice way, like Mom’s when we do something good. No, it was the kind of shiny that hides sharp things. Like when a fox pretends to be a friend.I touched the charm she gave
(Rachelle's POV)Hazel is quiet the rest of the visit, but she doesn’t push me away.She watches. Listens. And when I say I should get going, she stands and walks me to the door."Will you come back tomorrow?" she asks, her voice feather-light, almost fragile.I blink, surprised. “If you’d like me to.”She nods slowly. “I think I would.”And just like that, I win a sliver of trust. Or so I think.Or so I believe.The next day, I return with more treats—berry tarts this time, and a little charm I enchanted myself, something subtle. A protection token. Fake, of course, but believable enough for a child.Hazel accepts it without a word. But when I sit across from her, I notice something... off.She’s smiling.It’s small. Barely there. But it’s a real smile. And it’s not for me—it’s for herself.“Do you like ridd
(Rachelle’s POV)Reginald is an idiot.A powerful idiot, yes—but still an idiot. He thinks I’m working for him. Thinks I’m here to win *his* little power struggle against Almira. He thinks I’m just a jealous mate, clinging to my position and my unborn child like it's all I’ve got.He has no idea.As I leave his office, I let my expression shift slowly back into a soft, concerned smile—just enough for the omegas walking by to see. I even rub my stomach as I pass them. Let them think I’m maternal. Harmless. That’s how you survive in a world of wolves.You act like the sheep.But I’m not here to be Reginald’s puppet or Almira’s shadow. I’m here for the twins.Hazel and Asher.I saw them once—just a glimpse—when Almira brought them inside. Hazel’s eyes locked on mine for barely two seconds, but I felt it. Raw energy. Magic that made the hairs on my arms rise.They're different.And I want them.Not because they’re cute or royal or whatever Reginald imagines. No, I want what’s *in* them. P
(Reginald’s POV)I slam the crystal tumbler down onto the desk. Whiskey sloshes over the rim and soaks into a pile of reports I’ve already read twice. Nothing in them helps me. Just more useless updates from spies, empty words from the council, and—worst of all—nothing about how to control the damn twins.They’re under my roof, eating my food, breathing my air. But I can’t touch them. Can’t use them. Can’t even speak freely around them without Almira sniffing out my intentions.She ruined everything.She stormed in like some returning hero, claiming motherhood and moral high ground like a prize. The pack flocked to her like sheep. Even Mid—my Beta—has started tiptoeing around her like she owns the damn place.I stand up, pacing across the room. My heels echo off the marble floor, loud and angry.The children—Asher and Hazel—are something different. My Beta confirmed it. Hazel nearly melted through a silver pot in the kitchen, and Asher? He looked at one of the patrol guards, and the g
(Almira’s POV)The best way to catch a snake is to make it feel safe in the grass.So I pretend. I act like I’m softening. Like I believe Rachelle’s cooing and concern. I start inviting her more often to “bond” with the twins. I don’t hover—but I watch from a distance. I let her think she’s winning.Mid and I set everything carefully.We pick a day when Damon is out with the border patrol. The pack house is quiet. The kids are painting in the garden. I leave a worn leather journal on the garden bench—the one that supposedly contains notes about the twins’ powers and some fake “ritual symbols.”It’s bait.Rachelle arrives exactly on cue.“Almira,” she says, all sweet and surprised. “You’re letting them paint outside alone now?”I smile. “They’ve been so calm lately. I think it helps them feel… grounded.”She nods. “May I?” she gestures toward the kids.“Of course,” I say. “I’ll be in the herb room. Call if you need me.”I walk away slowly, but not too far.I wait.Minutes pass. Then I
(Almira’s POV)I don’t trust her smile.Not the one she gave my daughter when she asked if she liked painting, her voice all syrup and false warmth. Not the one she flashed at Asher when she offered him cookies she hadn’t even baked herself, pretending to care.And now, after what Mid told me… it all makes sense.She’s watching them. Not like children—but like riddles she’s desperate to solve. Every glance, every question, it’s calculated. Measured. Like she’s gathering data.I pace by the window, arms folded, eyes locked on the backyard. The kids are playing, completely unaware. So innocent. So normal. Asher’s shadow dances at his feet as he laughs, his joy loud and unfiltered. Hazel’s kneeling on the stones, drawing suns and hearts in chalk, her hair catching the light like strands of gold.
(Rachelle’s POV)They’re here.The twins. Almira’s children.I hear it from the servants before breakfast — whispered between dusting and folding towels. I’m sipping tea on the balcony, watching birds land on the railing like they know I’m in a mood.“Did you hear?” the younger one says, not knowing I’m listening. “The twins are back. Damon brought them straight to the Alpha’s quarters.”“Their mother too,” the older one adds, a little too loud. “She’s staying for a while.”I set my teacup down gently. The clink of porcelain is the only sound I allow.So, she’s here. Again.I rest a hand on my stomach, just enough to play the part. A gentle rub, a soft sigh. The baby bump is small, but it’s there. People soften when they see it. Men open doors. Women smile. It’s almost too easy.The first time I heard about the twins’ abilities, I didn’t believe it. It sounded like nonsense. Glowing eyes. Shadows that move. One of the servants even said Asher made a wolf go still just by looking at it