“Georgia.”That one word was sharper than any blade I’d carried on the battlefield of my own pain.My eyes locked onto her, my mother.She stood in the doorway, wrapped in silver like the queen of ice I remembered, her hair swept up, her gaze cool but shimmering. The same face I’d cried for in the dark after I ran. The same eyes that had watched me burn and didn’t blink.Jared tensed beside me. Kelsey gripped my hand tighter. My little boy looked up, confused.I didn’t move.“Georgia,” she said again, this time softer. “You came back.”“I didn’t come back for you,” I said, my voice steady. Cold. Honest.She flinched.It was small. Barely there. But I saw it.“I know,” she said. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”Then she walked forward. Slowly. Like the ground between us might crack open. My father followed silently, a step behind her like always. He looked older. Smaller. Like life had peeled something off of him when I left.I didn’t look away.Neither did she.She stopped just in front of
Georgia stood at a secluded spot as she watched her parents get ready.“Mom, how do I look?" Her sister, Serefina asked, admiring herself in the mirror that stood in front of her.“You look stunning my dear.." Their mother, Jane, replied by blowing a kiss at her daughter.Georgia's heart swelled with love and pride as she watched her family get ready for the evening's festivities. Serefina looked stunning in her elegant gown, and their mother, Jane, looked radiant in her own exquisite dress.Georgia felt grateful to be a part of such a beautiful, loving family.But as the moment passed, a pang of sadness hit her heart, if only she could be a part of them.She was ousted by her family.“Are you not getting ready?" Serefina asked, turning to Georgia.“I will... “ Georgia replied in a low voice." Then get going! “ Serefina snapped at her." Don't try to be unfortunate and make us late.. “ she rolled her eyes.Georgia straightened herself up and she walked into the closet to get dressed.
“What nonsense.. “ Georgia heard him hiss in danger as she wondered why he acted that way. She always wanted to meet her mate the moment she clocked eighteen but that never happened and she received multiple insults from home, but there he was holding her and she could feel the strong connection between them. Suddenly, everything made sense. The strong connection, the feeling of belonging, the rush of happiness. Jared was her mate. And she was his. She looked into his eyes, and she saw the same nothing but hatred Jared was the Alpha of the blue moon pack. The man who was hosting the party. "I can't believe it," she whispered, feeling so happy not caring about the hatred she had perceived from Jared, she felt happy that she'd finally get a mate to love her but what came next broke her completely. “The moon goddess can't be serious.." he chuckled as his voice vibrated in the whole room. “A weak Omega like you can never rule beside me..” he shook his head dismissively and Georgia fe
Georgia woke up in the middle of the night, feeling pains all over her body. She stood up weakly from the bed, put on her clothes, and slowly left the room. Last night was a nightmare for her, she was raped by a stranger as he drove in and out of her repeatedly that night. She couldn't even see his face. Could her life get any worse? From being rejected to getting raped. She was the perfect definition of bad luck. Georgia's body felt heavy, as though each movement took all her strength. She stumbled out of the room, feeling disgusted and irritated. She tried to remember the face of who had raped her, but couldn't. He left her there like the heartless beast he was after he used her like he wanted. It was already night almost morning, the party was over. She had no idea where her family was, all she knew was that she had to get out of there, to find somewhere safe. She made her way down the hall, trying to remain quiet so as not to alert anyone to her presence, slowly and slowly sh
Georgia sat on the cold ground, hugging herself tightly. The door slammed shut behind her, and cruel laughter erupted from inside. "Finally, the disgrace is gone!" Serefina sneered. "Did you see her face?" another voice mocked. "She actually thought someone would believe her lies. A forced pregnancy? Please. She probably spread her legs for anyone who asked." "Filthy slut," someone muttered. Georgia clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She wouldn't cry. Not here. Not now. “She got what she deserved,” another voice chimed in. “What kind of woman doesn’t even know who the father of her child is?” "She’s lucky Alpha Zane didn’t have her executed," someone added. A sharp giggle rang out. "Maybe that’s why he rejected her that night. He must’ve realized she’s been sleeping around," a woman said, her voice laced with amusement. "Of course! No Alpha would want a used-up whore," another voice sneered. Laughter erupted around her, echoing like cruel whis
The warmth of strong arms wrapped around Georgia, pulling her from the abyss of unconsciousness. She was barely aware of the soft murmurs, the gentle hands smoothing back her tangled hair."Georgia… Can you hear me?"The voice was familiar. Soft yet urgent.Her eyelids fluttered open, but the world was blurry. Shadows danced around her, and her body felt like lead, too weak to move. A shiver wracked her frame, and something warm was draped over her."You're safe now," the voice whispered.A face came into focus. Big brown eyes filled with worry. A familiar warmth."Anna…" Georgia rasped.Anna’s face crumpled with relief. "Oh, thank the Goddess!" She pulled Georgia into her arms, hugging her tightly. "I thought I lost you!"Tears slipped down Georgia’s cheeks. The weight of everything, the rejection, the humiliation, the pain, came crashing down all at once. A broken sob tore from her throat, and she clung to Anna as if letting go would shatter her completely.Anna rocked her gently, w
"Wake up! Wake up!”, Georgia!" Anna’s voice was frantic, shaking her hard. "You’re burning up!" Georgia gasped, her body jerking awake, and her eyes flying open. Sweat drenched her skin, her body trembling violently. Pain clawed through her, deep and relentless. The memories… the nightmares… they never left her alone. She barely registered where she was until Anna cupped her face, forcing her to focus. "Stay with me, G. Breathe," Anna commanded, her tone firm yet desperate. Georgia’s chest heaved as she sucked in ragged breaths. The scent of damp earth and old wood filled her nose, the tiny cabin Anna had found for them, hidden away from the pack. Safe. For now. But she wasn’t safe. Not from herself. Her hand instinctively went to her belly, feeling the tiny swell beneath her palm. The reminder sent a wave of nausea rolling through her. "I can’t do this," she whispered, her voice barely there. Anna’s eyes darkened. "Yes, you can." "No, Anna! I can’t!" Georgia pushed
The pain hit out of nowhere. Georgia gasped, her body curling in on itself as a sharp, unbearable pressure wrapped around her belly. For a second, she thought it was just another cramp, another one of those miserable pains she’d been getting for weeks now. But then it came again, stronger this time, ripping through her like claws dragging down her spine. Her breath hitched. No. No, not today. She wasn’t ready. Her hands trembled as she clutched her belly, her heart hammering so hard it felt like it might burst. The baby, no, the babies, they weren’t supposed to come yet. She still had time. Didn’t she? Anna was outside hanging clothes when Georgia’s legs suddenly buckled beneath her. A strangled cry tore from her throat as she collapsed onto the wooden floor. "Anna!" Her voice was hoarse, desperate. Footsteps pounded against the floorboards. The door slammed open. "Georgia?" Georgia couldn’t answer. Another contraction ripped through her, and this time, her vision bl
“Georgia.”That one word was sharper than any blade I’d carried on the battlefield of my own pain.My eyes locked onto her, my mother.She stood in the doorway, wrapped in silver like the queen of ice I remembered, her hair swept up, her gaze cool but shimmering. The same face I’d cried for in the dark after I ran. The same eyes that had watched me burn and didn’t blink.Jared tensed beside me. Kelsey gripped my hand tighter. My little boy looked up, confused.I didn’t move.“Georgia,” she said again, this time softer. “You came back.”“I didn’t come back for you,” I said, my voice steady. Cold. Honest.She flinched.It was small. Barely there. But I saw it.“I know,” she said. “I wouldn’t expect you to.”Then she walked forward. Slowly. Like the ground between us might crack open. My father followed silently, a step behind her like always. He looked older. Smaller. Like life had peeled something off of him when I left.I didn’t look away.Neither did she.She stopped just in front of
"Come to the palace with me," Jared said, still on his knees in the wet sand. His voice was hoarse with emotion, and the moon above made his silver eyes glow like a wolf on the edge of a shift. “Please, Georgia… come home with me.”Georgia didn’t speak. Her heart was a mess of memories and feelings. The word "home" was complicated now. It used to mean warm hands and full moons spent under the stars. Then it became cold silence, a palace full of shadows, and a title that brought nothing but pain.But looking at Jared, his broad shoulders slumped, the soft quiver in his voice, she didn’t just see the Alpha who broke her.She saw the man who never stopped calling her mate."Why now?" she whispered, hugging her arms tightly around her waist. "After all this time… why now?"Jared stood slowly, the sound of the tide muffling his footsteps as wet sand clung to his pants. His hand lifted, but it stopped just shy of her cheek, trembling slightly. "Because I can't lose you again," he said. "The
"Why are you following me?" Georgia snapped, whirling around so fast the skirt of her sundress flared. The last light of the sun shimmered off the ocean, casting gold over her furious eyes and trembling lips.Jared didn’t flinch. His chest rose and fell like he’d run a mile, but it wasn’t just exhaustion. It was desperation. Regret. Need. His hair was tousled, windblown, and his jaw clenched so tight it could’ve cracked."This is the only place I knew you'd run to," he said, voice raw. “The only place where you ever let yourself break. I hoped... I prayed you’d still come here.”Georgia’s arms folded over her chest, not just to shield herself from the chill rolling in off the water—but from him. From the ache that came rushing back the moment she saw his face."You don’t get to know that about me anymore," she said, her voice low, trembling. "You gave up that right when you walked away.""But I never stopped caring," Jared whispered. He took a step forward. Then another. She didn’t mo
Jared had brought Georgia out for a family picnic, hoping they could steal a moment of peace, just the five of them, no distractions.“Here we are, darling,” he said gently, spreading the blanket beneath a canopy of swaying trees. Sunlight filtered through the branches, casting golden patterns over the soft grass.Georgia stood still, arms crossed, eyes scanning the wide open field. “You didn’t have to go through all this, Jared,” she said, her tone a mixture of surprise and guarded warmth.Beside them, a wicker basket sat open, revealing neatly wrapped sandwiches and bottles of lemonade dripping with condensation. The sound of the kids’ laughter rang out as they ran through the grass, their joy echoing under the rustling leaves.Jared looked at her, eyes steady and soft. "Yes, I did. I had to try. I want you to know I’m not here to pretend the past didn’t happen. I just want us to start building something new. Even if it's small. Even if it takes time."Georgia let out a breath, her
All that happened last night felt like a dream… or maybe a nightmare. Jared jolted awake, his heart pounding as he noticed the empty space beside him. Georgia wasn’t there. His eyes darted around the room, the reality of the morning crashing in. She was gone.“No,” Jared muttered under his breath, his mind racing. How could she leave after everything that had happened? After all the promises, after all the pain he’d fought through to get here, to get them back together? The silence felt suffocating.His body froze, a sudden noise breaking through the stillness. He could hear something, footsteps, soft whispers. And then a child’s laugh.Jared’s heart skipped a beat as he recognized the voices. Georgia. The kids.Without thinking, he sprang from the bed, his muscles still stiff from the battle the night before. He quickly moved toward the source of the sounds, his bare feet making almost no noise on the cold wooden floor.“Why?” Georgia’s voice was low, almost trembling with disbelief,
Thought for 5 seconds“Mum… who are you talking to?” Keira’s small voice trembled in the heavy silence as she stood in the doorway, her blue eyes wide with curiosity and fear.Georgia’s breath caught. She swung around, her wolf‑sense snapping back into place. Before her, in the dim glow of the cabin, stood not only Jared but two more children: Kelsey, clutching a ragged stuffed fox to her chest, and Kelvin, arms folded, eyes fierce with hurt.“Keira,” Georgia whispered as if the name itself were fragile. She turned fully, heart pounding. “This is…” Her voice cracked, and she swallowed hard. Then she squared her shoulders. “Kids, this is Jared.”Kelsey’s grip on her fox loosened as she peered at Jared. “Daddy?” she asked, hope and confusion warring in her tone.Kelvin’s scowl deepened. “You made Mum cry,” he accused, voice low but shaking with anger.Jared’s chest tightened. He knelt slowly, placing his coat gently on a nearby chair before rising again. “Kelvin,” he said, voice soft. “
Jared had made his decision, he would go see them, no matter the storm waiting for him. His wolf paced inside him, restless, agitated. It had been too long. The bond he once tried to bury now clawed at his chest, demanding resolution.He summoned Caleb with a low growl in his tone. “You’re in charge of the pack until I return. No one disturbs me unless it’s war.”Caleb gave a firm nod, sensing the shift in Jared’s aura, the Alpha was on edge.By the time Jared reached Georgia’s territory, the moon had begun to rise, casting silver light over the forest path. Her scent hit him first, wildflowers mixed with fury. It tightened something deep in his core.He stepped out of the vehicle and barely took two steps before the door to her cabin burst open. Georgia stood there, her posture rigid, eyes glowing faintly gold. Her wolf was close to the surface.What are you doing? Here? I never asked you to come “You think you’re the only one who’s been hurt?” she spat, voice low and trembling with
Jared woke up before dawn, the faint light of morning creeping through the cracks in the windows. He couldn’t shake the feeling of her touch on his shoulder the night before, the way she had looked at him, her voice both soft and firm, a promise wrapped in uncertainty. It’s not forgiveness, Jared. Not yet. But you’re here. You’re not gone anymore.He had never felt a glimmer of hope so fragile yet so powerful.When he left Georgia's home, the weight of his past still hung heavy around his neck, but it was lighter than before. He wasn’t sure if it was her quiet acceptance of his presence or the faintest hint of something more in her eyes, but it was enough. It was a thread he could grasp onto.The sun hadn't yet fully risen, and Georgia’s village was still asleep when he saddled his horse. Her words echoed in his mind: “Don’t get too comfortable. I haven’t forgiven you.”But that was okay. He hadn’t expected forgiveness. He never had. Not immediately, at least. All he wanted was the c
"She’d heard it all, his broken vow whispered into the shadows, his desperate promise to bring Georgia back. Her heart leaped at the mention of her favorite lady, but doubt clawed at her chest. Could words fix what betrayal shattered? Could a king truly undo the past? Swallowing her nerves, she stepped into the flickering torchlight, ready to face him.""Do you think words will be enough? That she’ll just forgive you because you finally grew a spine and remembered you have a family?"The voice came from behind him. Sharp. Unexpectedly.Jared turned, his body tense, his hand instinctively brushing the hilt of his dagger. But it wasn’t an enemy.It was Mara, one of the palace maidens. Young, barely past twenty, but known for her sharp tongue and loyalty to Georgia. Her brown eyes held a storm he hadn’t expected."You were listening," he said quietly, not as a question, but a statement."The whole palace heard your voice, my Lord," she said. "Maybe you were trying to make sure we did."H