POV: Ivory Wells.
“Jeremy. This is Miss Ivory Wells. Ivory, this is Jeremy, Alpha Darrel’s firstborn child.” He said and I staggered back, Anger filling me up.What sort of Mockery was this? How dare Darrel try to rile me up, by sending me his son, when my child had died in my own fucking hands?! My heart pounding with anger and disgust as I was sure that they had done this to provoke me. I could feel my muscles tense up, and my hands balled into fists as I struggled to maintain control over my emotions. Jenna had been a hateful person but this was an all-time low for Darrel.I knew they would go to any lengths to make me miserable, but I never thought they would stoop so low as to bring a child into their twisted games. The little boy in front of me was Jeremy, the son of Darrel and Jenna. He was brought by Darrel's Beta, Hardin, and my blood boiled as I realized this meant they were trying to manipulate me with an innocent child."Take him away," I said to Hardin, struggling to keep my voice even as I pointed at Jeremy.The child looked up at me with wide eyes, and I could see the confusion and fear in his expression. "Please find my mommy," he said in a trembling voice.My heart clenched at the desperation in his words, but I knew I had to stay strong. I couldn't let them use this child to hurt me. "Get him out of here, Hardin!" I said, my tone harsh as I turned to face Hardin.But as Hardin started to move, Jeremy clutched onto my leg. "Please help me find my mommy," he repeated.I felt a surge of anger rise in me, and I snatched my leg away from him. "Get off me! Get the fuck out of my office. Get out!!" I spat, my tone sharp and unforgiving.“What is wrong with you, why are you lashing out at the child? He’s done nothing wrong.” Hardin said and I sighed, rubbing my temple slowly. I was sick, frustrated, and angry at this evil mind game Darrel and Jenna were playing.“I’m sorry. I am not just in the right frame of mind. Leave.” I said and walked out of the Newspaper RoomHardin quickly scooped the child up into his arms and turned to leave. "I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to anger you," he muttered, casting me a sympathetic look before disappearing from my sight.I was left alone with my anger, and it threatened to consume me. How could Darrel and Jenna be so heartless as to bring an innocent child into their twisted scheme? I felt a scream building up inside of me, and I wanted to lash out at something, anything. I quickly took permission to leave my workplace. I didn't want anyone to see me crying, especially not my colleagues. I rushed to my car and drove to my home. Just the thought of being back in my daughter's room was enough to make me break down in tears.I entered her room to see all her belongings in their place as if she was still there. I saw her dolls and her clothes. I grabbed her clothes and crumpled them into a heap on the floor, clutching them tightly to my chest. The tears began to fall uncontrollably, and I couldn't stop the sobs from escaping my lips. I looked back to the time when I was pregnant with her. I was banished from the Pack by Darrel and had nowhere to go. I discovered I was pregnant after I had left and the thought of being a single mother was overwhelming, but I knew I had to stay strong for my child. I gave birth to her alone, and it was the happiest moment of my life.However, happiness was short-lived as my daughter fell ill when she was two years old. I remember being at the hospital with Mia, my best friend, and my daughter. We were all terrified, watching as she fought for her life. Eventually, she succumbed to her illness, and my world came crashing down. I remember feeling like I had lost a part of myself that could never be replaced.Mia had been my rock during that period. Without her, I don't think I would have survived. But it was still hard to move on. Every day I would think about my daughter and how much I had lost. I had a total mental breakdown and was unable to function. I quit my job, stayed at home, and barely interacted with anyone. Mia was the only person who could make me smile and bring me back to reality.As I lay on the floor, holding my daughter's clothes, I could feel the pain coming back and overwhelming me. It was as if it had just happened yesterday, and I was reliving the pain again. I wished I could turn back time and have my daughter back with me.My mind became hard at the memory of Jeremy. Darrel and Jenna had a child, and he had survived. Mine was left to die because I was unable to take care of her properly. Because her Father had been an absolute bastard.Suddenly, my phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. I wiped my tears and answered the phone. It was Mia, and I could hear the concern in her voice, just by the way she said, "Ivory, are you okay?"I tried to compose myself and said, "Yeah, I'm okay. I was just, you know, thinking about my daughter".“Ivory. I told you, to try and focus on the life you are living now. I know it was hard when baby Darcy died, but Ivory, we did all we could. It was the will of the heavens that she had to leave.” She said soothingly and I sniffed. I heard a knock on my door. “Let’s talk later. I think I have a visitor.” I said and I ended the call. I walked to my door and opened it and Saw Hardin standing at the door. Thank God, my eyes had cleared up. He stared at me intently.“Okay, what was with the lashing out at that child in the office? Ivory, you love kids, you adore them. Why did you do that?” He asked and I folded my hands.“Because I hate Darrel.” I said coldlyPOV: Darrel Williams.I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Ivory had always been a calm and collected person, never one to lash out at anyone, let alone kids. But that's exactly what happened. At least that was what Hardin told me."It's not like her," he said, his voice low and concerned."Ivory has always been great with kids, even the ones she's never known before.""You mean to tell me that Ivory lashed out at a kid? That's not like her at all," I asked."I know, that's why I'm so confused." He replied and I sighed"I know, that's what's so strange about all of this," I replied, feeling frustrated and confused."Wait a minute," I said suddenly, a note of realization creeping into my voice. "What happened before she lashed out?"“Her face drained of colour, the moment I told her that Jeremy was your son.” Hardin said and I sighed in confusion.“There’s something we still haven’t figured out yet. We need to do that, else we won’t be able to understand the reason for her lashing
POV: Darrel Williams.“Find everything about Ivory Wells. Everything that she has been up to, in the past seven years.” I said to Rogers, my second Personal assistant and he nodded with a slight bow and walked out of the room.I paced around the room for Several minutes,my head not getting away from the I sat comfortably on my couch, my phone in my hand as I waited for Jeremy to answer the video call. It didn't take long before little his face popped up on my screen, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration."Hey Son, what's up?" I greeted him, trying to lighten the mood."Hi Dad. Miss Ivory just lashed out at me for no reason. I don't know what I did wrong," Jeremy complained, his voice laced with irritation and confusion.I let out a sigh. Ivory was on edge and I still didn’t understand why, but I sighed., I was going to find it out, what it was that made her hate me. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jer. But it's not your fault. Ivory's just angry with me," I told him."Wait, what do you mean
POV: Ivory Wells.My past seemed to be imposing itself upon me from every conceivable direction. Whenever I had the impression that I had conquered my suffering, something would take place that would immediately bring me back into experience. The advent of Darrel's kid, Jeremy, at this time, caused the old scars that I had believed had healed to become exposed.I couldn't help but think back on the night that everything in my world fell apart as I sat in my living room.Darcy, my sweet girl, died from her sickness that evening It was a miserable development that her disease had kept her from making every moment count and from developing and flourishing like different messes with her age.It was difficult to ignore the recollection since it was still so vivid, like an open wound that would never heal. I could see that she was petite in stature, and her eyes were really beautiful, gazing up at me with a youthful curiosity. After that, she vanished, taken away from me by a tragic turn of
POV: Darrell Williams.The more I discovered about Jeremy's past, the more mysteries emerged, ones that threatened to upend the foundation of everything I believed to be true. I felt more and more furious and frantic as it seemed like the universe was playing a cruel game of cat and mouse with me, holding the truth just out of my grasp.I had always taken great satisfaction in being a man who could steer a ship through the roughest seas with resolute determination and that I had everything under control. However, this predicament, this intricate web of falsehoods and deceit, made me question every choice I had ever made.I felt like a stranger in my own life as I sat in my study surrounded by a ton of files and documents. I was completely taken aback by the realization that Callum Wells, my reliable advisor, might have been involved. How could someone I had regarded as family, someone so close to me, betray me in this manner?"Hardin," I yelled, my voice tinged with a fatigue I had ne
POV: Jeremy Williams.As I dug more into the riddle of my origins, it felt like the universe was changing, like sand passing through my fingers. My view of reality grew further distorted with every discovery, leaving me to cling to a sense of security amid a tornado of doubt.The person in the epicenter of this tempest was Ivory Wells, a woman who had looked at me with contempt and hatred at first. But as the days stretched into weeks, a change started to occur. I saw glimmers of a softer side to her, a fragility that spoke to depths of suffering and grief I could hardly imagine.Ivory revealed a different side to me during those times when her guard was down: a side that was kind, sympathetic, and fiercely protective. Furthermore, I saw that I was pulled to her in a way that I couldn't quite put my finger on as our paths grew more and more entangled."Jeremy," she would remark in a firm yet gentle tone, "I understand that this is difficult for you." But regardless of where the truth
POV: JennaEvery inch of our once-calm pack was filled with tension, a tangible sensation of uneasiness. Dread was building as I watched Darrel get more and more engrossed in his quest to learn the truth about Jeremy's background and Ivory's exile.It was not only that he was spending endless hours reading through paperwork and questioning pack members; it was also that the thought of Ivory's name made his eyes light up. I couldn't quite pinpoint the spark that would light inside of him, but it would fill me with an incredible jealousy that felt like it would devour me alive.I was the Alpha's selected mate, the Luna, meant to rule beside him and guarantee the pack's success. But as I saw Darrel's obsession with Ivory intensify, I couldn't get rid of the sense that my authority was in jeopardy and that the groundwork for it was beginning to fall.I would say, "Darrel," a hint of desperation in my voice. "You're consumed by this fixation on Ivory and Jeremy's history. Are you not seein
POV: MiaIvory's struggle with her past demons was similar to watching a hurricane rip across the coast; it was strong, destructive, and seemed unstoppable. Being her closest friend, I had seen firsthand the fallout from the hurricane that had ripped through her life, leaving a path of emotional devastation that seemed unmanageable.All the same, our relationship held strong, a lifeline keeping us together in the middle of mayhem. The sister I never had, Ivory was the kindred spirit who knew me better than most people could.I was therefore there for her when the waves of her history crashed down on her again, prepared to ride out the storm as I had done innumerable times before."Mia," she would murmur, a tiredness in her voice that went right to my heart. I'm not sure whether I can handle much more of this.I would hug her at those times, trying to ease her pain as much as I could. Ivory was a force of nature a woman whose fortitude and resiliency had been developed in the furnace o
POV: Callum WellsMy secrets weighed like a millstone around my neck, pulling me more and more into the pit I had dug for myself. Fear that my well-woven web of falsehoods was going to come apart struck me as I watched Ivory and her companion Mia untangle the knotted strands of the past.Ivory, my half-sister, has been my shadow for a very long time. She was the preferred kid, the one the pack thought would succeed. And I, well, in the big picture, I was a footnote, an afterthought.The knowledge that I would never be able to live up to her was a painful pill to swallow. And as the years passed, that resentment turned into something deeper, more sneaky - envy that felt like it may swallow me whole.Ivory was shown the love of our father, the alpha of the pack, and I watched. Her road spread out in front of her like a golden carpet as I watched her grow into a stunning, self-assured young woman. And I raged, bitterly bemoaning the terrible hand fate had dealt me.Then, though, everythi