It isn't relief, or confusion. My heart stops in horror. Horror at the thought that this man would have the nerve to look me in the eye, and lie. I look up at him, searching for the emotion to back up his words. But his eyes are hollow, and my chest tightens. I can't even find my voice to respond.
"You're doing your best, and I'm grateful, okay?" He continues, and my brows go up involuntarily. Since when did he...
"Thank you." Is all I can mutter as he walks away, hugging Jayden as he goes up to his room. I stand there for a while, the silence acting as some form of comfort to the rage in my chest.
That night, sleep is far from me. I toss and turn, my thoughts a scrambled mess. The pancakes are gone, Jayden is asleep in front of the TV, and Jonathan had retreated to the bedroom without another word after his sudden show of affection.
But I lay awake on the couch, my heart beating too loud for my own good. He said he loved me. And the strange part was, for a fleeting second, I almost believed him. Almost.
But I am not that woman anymore. I am a woman whose trust has been shattered more times than I could count, a woman fighting to keep her son.
I slowly roll the ring on my finger, just realizing the inscription on it. It's in another language, but it makes me curious nonetheless. I had pressed the ring during Jonathan's odd act earlier, then when he left, I slipped it in his back pocket. He brought it to me before he went to sleep, muttering something about leaving my things in odd places.
Quietly, I creep into the guest bedroom, locking the door behind me. I pull out the small device Alpha Conan gave me to retrieve the recordings. My hands are trembling, but I manage to pull out the memory card and insert it into the device. Static rolls out, and then it becomes clear.
"Don't worry baby, I think she's just trying to make things work. A woman knows how to be desperate." Jonathan's voice rolls out, clear, calm, and deceptively warm.
There is a pause.
"I'm sorry darling. I promise I'll come in the morning. I've missed you too."
Another pause.
"No. She hasn't said anything, but she's been acting off lately. But I doubt she's smart enough to figure anything out."
My grip tightens on the device. Not smart enough huh?
"Are we still good for the transfer? I'm done arguing about it with her. And I want to do it before she catches wind of anything."
Silence, then —
"I love you too Samira."
The device falls from my hand onto the floor, clattering softly. I feel bile rise into the throat, resisting the urge to vomit.
Transfer? What were they planning?
****
The next day, I'm preparing lunch before going to pick up Jayden when my phone rings. I blink and pick it up, it was the school.
"Hello?"
"Mrs. Renley?" It is Jayden's principal. She sounds unusually tense, and I can hear the faint sound of voices in the background. It seems there is a commotion.
"Yes? Is everything okay?" My heart picks up speed. I drop everything I'm with, trying not to pace.
"We have a situation. Um, Luna Samira just showed up and tried to pick up Jayden in the middle of class. The teacher refused, and well, we don't want to be disrespectful, so we urged her to wait for you. She said she was listed on his emergency contact."
My heart slams against my chest. Now she's causing a ruckus? My thoughts wander, trying to picture the scenario.
"What? Why?"
"She said she had every right to."
My vision spins, and I steady myself against the kitchen counter.
"Is Jayden okay?" I ask breathlessly. Why are they bent on taking my boy away from me?
"He's with us. He's safe. But we need you to come down immediately. She got upset when we said we needed your permission first. Security is with her now, but we’d prefer if you come now." The principal says neutrally.
"I'm on my way."
I barely remember grabbing my keys. My hair is a mess, my clothes are unbuttoned at the wrist. I just drive, as my heart punches holes in my ribs. I get the thought to thought to reach out to Jonathan through our mate bond, but he is already working with the Luna. What say do I have?
***
The school is quieter than I expected, given the emergency call. But I see a security officer at the front gate, and when he sees me, he gives a tight nod. Then he gestures for me to follow him.
Jayden is in the principal’s office, eating crackers and looking slightly confused but unbothered. That makes me feel a tiny bit better. My heart loosens up. All I want is to see him okay.
The principal stands when I walked in. "He's alright. He handled it well. We just need to talk about how she was able to claim she was on his contact list. The Luna has been involved in the lives of many children, but we don't put just anyone on their contact lists without the consent of a parent."
I swallow, my mind racing with possibilities. "Can I take a look?"
She hands me the clipboard from her desk.
To my dismay, there it was. Luna Samira’s name, written in that neat, curling script I would never forget. Listed as an alternate guardian. Relationship to student: Aunt.
"I didn’t authorize this," I said, my voice quiet.
"I know." The principal says softly. "The system shows the form was submitted online. Digitally signed from your account."
My hands go cold. Jonathan. I should have known he would do such. I exhale, trying not to let my anger control me. I look down at Jayden, his green eyes oblivious to the chaos around him.
I bend down and kiss Jayden’s forehead. He smiles at me, warming the ice forming in my chest.
"Hey baby. Did you see Auntie Luna today?"
He nodded, half a cracker in his mouth . "She said she missed me. She was gonna take me to get ice cream."
My throat burns with annoyance.
"Did she say anything else?"
He thinks for a moment, then shrugs. "Just that sometimes daddies help kids find their real mommies."
My heart breaks for the third time in twenty-four hours. This was getting too far.
I thank the principal, reassure Jayden with a smile, and walk him to the car. I wonder why I don't see Luna Samira anywhere around, but thank the goddess that I didn't. All my restraint would have been let loose if she showed up.
She made her move.
By the time I get back home, the ring is back on my finger. Jonathan is in the kitchen, and from the tone of his voice, I know he is pretending to be on a call. He hangs up the moment I step in.
"Hey. Everything okay? I thought you were at work."
I give him a look that could peel paint off walls, but he doesn't notice. I smile.
"Change of plans. Something came up."
He nods, stepping forward to kiss my cheek. I'm repulsed, but I let him.
Because inside, I am already ten steps ahead.
First, they betray me and the pack. Second, they try to poison my son's mind with lies. And now they want to make me look like a fool?
Now it was war.
I pull back and stare at him.
“Did you hear what happened at Jayden's school today?”
The kitchen was warm with morning light, but it felt like a trap.The soft golden rays touched everything—the marble counter, the ceramic plates, the photo of Jayden in his Halloween costume—but none of it felt safe. My hands moved like they belonged to someone else, flipping pancakes, slicing strawberries, pouring juice in his dinosaur cup.All the things a good mother did.All the things a perfect wife should.I heard Jonathan's footsteps before I saw him.His cologne reached me first, that expensive mix of leather and pine I used to crave. Now it made my stomach twist.He came up behind me, arms wrapping around my waist like we were still that couple. Why was he still doing this? His lips brushed my cheek.“Good morning, beautiful.”I smiled. Trained. “Morning.”He leaned against the counter like he belonged there, gaze resting on me with too much ease. Watching. Always watching.“Have you seen my silver watch? The one with the blue face. I could’ve sworn I left it on the dresser.”
The cold air clung to my coat like frostbite I couldn’t shake off. I stepped into the house and closed the door behind me, the latch clicking into place louder than I expected. My chest felt tight, the weight of everything Alpha Conan and I had just uncovered pressing into my ribs like iron. But then—laughter.Light and high-pitched.Jayden.His laughter was the only thing that ever truly softened the noise in my head. I looked toward the living room. He was curled up on the couch, tiny knees pulled to his chest, hands gripping two of his toy trucks. His soft curls bounced as he zoomed one truck along the armrest, a sound effect on his lips. He looked so… untouched. So unaware.But my gaze moved past him—and landed on Jonathan.He sat like a king in a throne he didn’t deserve. Legs crossed, one arm casually draped across the back of the couch, head tilted slightly like he was posing for a photo he didn’t know was being taken. His smile was smooth, practiced, polished.“Hey, sweetheart
Just then, a message blinked onto the screen. I picked up my screen and jumped slightly when I saw the message.Alpha Conan: Something came up. I need you at the cabin. Bring the ring.No greeting, no smiley face. It was expected, but it reminded me of his nature. Just like him.I typed back: When?Alpha Conan: Now. Come alone.I glanced back at the clock.8:42 a.m.I looked around the house, brushed my hair hurriedly, and dusted my shoes. Then I grabbed my bag, locked the house, and left before I could think twice.Because if I stayed, I was going to shatter.And if I shattered, no one would be able to pick up the pieces but me.The drive out to the old forest trail was long, dark, and silent. My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, and I wasn’t sure if it was the
I returned from work with my body aching and my mind spinning. Alpha Conan’s visit had left me raw and exposed. His words still echoed in my chest like a quiet storm. *I never loved her.*For a moment, I had seen something behind his eyes. A flicker of understanding. Not pity, no. Something colder. Something sharper. Maybe disappointment.The house was quiet when I stepped in. Jonathan had left a note on the kitchen counter. "Put Jayden to bed. Made his favorite pasta. See you in the morning."He was sleeping in the guest room again or pretending to.Jayden was already curled up on the couch, a blanket half-tucked under his chin. I bent down and kissed his forehead. He stirred slightly, murmuring something I couldn't catch.I sat on the floor beside him and watched the TV screen flicker with colors. Some cartoon about animals learning to share. I didn’t pay much atten
I stepped into my office, barely able to catch my breath. My heels clicked against the tiled floor, each step echoing the unease that had lodged itself in my chest since last night. The silence of the office felt heavier than usual. There were no colleagues around—just the hum of the air conditioner and the smell of paper and stress.Dropping my bag onto the desk, I sank into my chair. My fingers automatically reached for the stack of pending files, but my thoughts weren’t with the documents. They were back at home. With Jayden’s confused eyes. With Jonathan’s fake smile. With Luna Samira’s name on that damned emergency contact form.I rubbed my temples, trying to push the chaos away. If I just worked hard enough, maybe I could numb it all again. Drown out the lies, the manipulation, the panic clawing at my insides. Maybe if I worked hard enough, I could stop feeling so small in my own life.I had barely flipped through two pages when a knock, firm and deliberate, rattled the door. My
Jonathan stiffens, then raises a brow. "No, I didn't hear anything."I take a step back, turning to keep cleaning the dishes. "The principal called me today and said someone tried to pick up our son from school in the middle of class." I let the venom drip into my voice this time.He barely looks at me, walking over to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of water. He drinks like he was thirsty from a jog, not from dragging our son out of school mid-day.He looks at me over the rim of the bottle, suspicion. "That is weird. But you solved it right?" I hate the nonchalance in his voice. It's like he knows what I'm talking about, but chooses to downplay it so that he doesn't talk about it.Coward."Why is Luna Samira listed as Jayden's emergency contact at school?" I blurt out, unable to keep it in anymore.His brow lifts. He turns around and leans on the counter, the bottle half full in his hand. "Seriously? You're upset about that?"I didn’t drop my perfect smile. I tilted my head, not