LOGINDerrick The only good thing about my day so far was having breakfast with my family. Try settling an argument between your two kids about who is older, you’ll find it more entertaining than staying glued to your swivel seat in a conference room, listening and watching your Pack elders ramble and ramble.In actuality, though, Davies is a few months older than Zahra. I still remember the proud look of joy he had on his face when he called himself the ‘older brother’. But Zahra refused to call him the older one. Choosing to rage bait Davies by saying they’re the same age. She was purely doing it for the fun of it, but she sure rattled Davies.I wonder who she learnt that art from? Certainly not me, though.“Alpha Derrick?” Arrysa’s voice snapped me back to reality, only to find my elders staring dumbfoundedly at me—they were probably wondering what I found so amusing that made me grin this much.I cleared my throat and adjusted myself on the seat while at it.“You were saying?” My mot
DahliaI came back to Silverline Pack for two reasons: To let Zahra connect with her father, and because I miss him. But Derrick asking me to be Davies’s mother was a different kind of responsibility that I’m not ready for. I don’t even know if Davies carries his blood or not. And what about Davies himself? Is this what he wanted? He already has a mother, and that’s Cami. Will the poor boy be ready to desert Cami just for me? Let me even assume these questions do not exist; one solid fact still stands. I’m not ready to be a mother of two. I’d like to think I’m doing a fair job raising Zahra, but adding another one to the equation feels like adding another overbearing mass of weight on my shoulders. I can already imagine my father blowing lava out of his mouth once he hears this. He won’t rest till he pulverizes Derrick.And Derrick? He looked so vulnerable that telling him anything other than yes would have halved his heart in two.“You don’t have to say yes, Dali.” His hands glided
Dahlia “I hate Dahlia!” Davies’s words plunged deep into my heart like a knife, making me stumble backward till I was backed against the wall. “I don’t want her here! Because of her, I lost my mother. I don’t want to see her ever again!” My teeth locked, and my stomach burned like it was set on brimstone fire. Hearing Davies wail left a bitter taste on my tongue. And somehow, I resonated with his pain. I mean, if my mother were gone and I caught my father missing another woman, I would absolutely see her as a homewrecker. To Davies, that’s what I am. I understand him, really. Maybe I didn’t think this thing through. Maybe coming here in the first place was a mistake. Hell! Derrick and Cami just separated, and here I am frolicking with him in his home. I really am the definition of shameless!My lungs started to squeeze, aching me so bad I had to grip my chest. The fact that Derrick was at a loss for words wasn’t helping either. Knowing him, I bet all of his demons are already ea
Derrick Last night was heavenly. Not that anything went down between Dahlia and me. But sleeping in each other’s skin and basking in our warmth was a different kind of euphoria I want to get used to. This morning, I should be with Lancel getting updated on reports of the nightly patrol, but here I am in the kitchen with my woman, preparing to make breakfast before our kids are awake. After seeing Dahlia read Zahra to sleep last night, I’ve promised myself that I’m putting my family time first before anything else henceforth. But first! Let’s have some music.I placed the music box on the kitchen island and connected it to my phone. “What are you doing?” Dahlia chuckled, but I was too busy shuffling through my playlist for Dahlia’s favorite indie pop songs. I guess I should thank Laila for the tip. Once, she had told me how Dahlia gets in the groove with music while cooking. I grinned devilishly at her as I clicked on the first one—her all-time favorite, Sailor’s song by Gigi P
Dahlia Surprisingly, dinner with the Wolfbornes wasn’t all that bad as I had imagined. I assumed it was going to be all awkward and whatnot, considering our ever-blissful relationship. But talking about the Pack issues and deliberating on how to tackle them didn’t let that tension thrive. In fact, for a moment, I didn’t mind talking to Teresa about her designs for the buildings. As much as I hate to admit it, we felt like a family. I actually felt like I was one of them—a Wolfsborne. Unfortunately, as soon as our dinner ended, I was immediately reminded of all the scars that Teresa and her mother inflicted on me. And just like that, I had descended into a foul mood. Derrick didn’t notice because he was busy listening to whatever new idea his sister had come up with. Lancel, on the other hand, was keenly observant. I suspect that’s why he invited me out here for a walk. Frankly, I’m grateful for that, because I didn’t realize how much I actually needed the fresh air until it hit
DerrickWith Lucas gone, I can irrevocably state that I’m cooked. All the work now falls on me. Especially the paperwork.OH, the Paperworks, how much I dread them with every fiber of my being. That used to be one of Lucas’s areas of expertise. No, Lucas was in fact good at everything. He was my cheat code for the days when I just felt like lazing around. I could always trust him to do my job well in my absence or not.Now he’s gone, and all the Pack’s baggage is back on my shoulder. I can imagine how high my desk is going to be starting tomorrow. Just the thought of digging into them alone was already triggering all kinds of stress levels in my nerves.My stomach sank deep as I forced a weary sigh out of me. Since I got to my office tonight, there’s only one thing I’ve been staring at on my desk—his Beta seal. He had handed it to me right before we hugged and then drove out of our Pack.I’m pretty sure what’s left of my Pack elders will start demanding a new Beta from tomorrow. Fran
Chapter 24Dahlia“I knew that buffoon was no good for you.” My father didn’t mind injecting enough doses of hatred in his voice as he handed me a cup of his specially made warm tea, before sitting beside me. Hours had passed since we were inseparable from each other outside. And within that timefr
Dahlia“Will you tell him?” Laila asked as I sat on the foot of the bed. All I could respond with was touch my belly, rubbing the area back and forth tenderly while my wolf whined like a child. I haven’t stopped since Laila broke the news to me in the woods. In fact, I had to pinch myself multiple
DerrickJust one night…one night was all it took for me to realize that I don’t want to lose Dahlia. They say one night of sex isn’t enough for love to happen, but it drove me to mark her because I was that desperate to keep her by my side. Even though I know it's wrong. That I have a promise to fu
Dahlia“Miss Dahlia!” The baritone of an all too familiar voice successfully pierced through the busy air of the arrival halls, prompting me to stare in that direction. There he was, Bronx, tall, slender-framed, and dressed proudly in his black chauffeur uniform, accompanied by five warriors of my







