VELARA’S POV
The room around me is sterile, cold, and quiet, almost suffocating in its silence. I feel small in this place, even though I know I should be focusing on the life I just brought into the world. My mind drifts between exhaustion and frustration, a strange combination that keeps me from falling asleep.
The oldest one, a woman with tired eyes and an air of weary wisdom, greets me with a simple introduction. “My name’s Kylie,” she says, her voice calm but edged with something I can’t quite place. “Hi,” I respond quietly, “Velara.” She nods in acknowledgment, but it’s her next words that break through the fog of isolation in my mind.
“Her name’s Elysia,” Kylie continues, gesturing toward the younger girl beside her. “Welcome to the shunned mothers’ club,” she says, her voice heavy with irony, followed by a small, sad chuckle. She low
VELARA'S POV“She really was. An extraordinary woman,” Kylie murmured, her voice soft yet filled with the kind of reverence that comes only from deep admiration. Her lips curved into a bittersweet smile, the kind that carried both fondness and grief in its gentle pull. I returned the gesture with a small, understanding nod before offering my farewell.“Love you, Selene!” Kylie’s voice rang out, warm and full of affection.Selene, ever animated, lifted her hand in a playful little wave. “Love you too!” she called back, her tone bright and unreserved, before puckering her lips and sending a flamboyant, exaggerated kiss sailing through the air.Damon guided the car smoothly back onto the highway, the hum of the engine blending with the faint rush of wind against the windows. From the backseat, Selene leaned forward, her eyes alight with bubbling excitement, unable to hold her news in any longer.“Guess what, Uncle Damon? I brought ‘Trolls’! Auntie Kylie said I could because it’s your fav
VELARA'S POVDamon’s voice sliced through the tense air, his tone sharp enough to still every breath in the room. “Confiscate their phones and prepare the custody paperwork.”The sudden order made Clarisse jolt upright, the legs of her chair scraping against the floor in a harsh protest. Her eyes narrowed, a mix of disbelief and indignation sparking in their depths. “Custody paperwork? What for?” she demanded, her voice carrying both challenge and unease.Beside her, Noah’s low, guttural growl rolled through the space like distant thunder, the kind that warns of an approaching storm. The sound was thick with hostility, but Damon didn’t so much as blink. His gaze remained unyielding, his words cold and precise. “Yes. Noah will officially relinquish every parental right over Selene to Elysia and will withdraw from the custody battle entirely. I expect every single document to be drawn up, signed, and filed before I return from the Alpha meeting.”Clarisse’s lips pressed into a hard line
VELARA'S POVThe city pulsed around us, a blur of neon signs and flickering traffic lights streaking across the glass as we moved through the crowded streets. The hum of engines, the distant blare of horns, and the faint rhythm of music from passing cars mixed into the night air. I watched the familiar turn to Damon’s territory pass by in a flash, confusion stirring in my chest.Before I could speak, he slowed the vehicle, the tires crunching lightly against the curb in front of the police station that loomed along the city’s main road. Its façade was lit by harsh white lights, casting long shadows across the steps.“You are going to deal with this right now?” I asked, my voice carrying the edge of surprise as he reached for his seatbelt and unfastened it with a deliberate click.“Yes,” he said, his tone leaving no room for debate. “Officer Elijahs sent a mind-link. His son and Clarisse are still here. I told him to keep them in custody until I got here.” Without hesitation, he steppe
VELARA'S POV"Are you seriously trying to outrank me right now?" Damon scoffed, disbelief thick in his voice."I'm not just trying," I answered firmly. "I am. If you go after him, Damon, it's only going to create more trouble. I don't want your pack turning against me before I've even officially become a part of it. Noah and his father are respected—both in your pack and across this entire city. The last thing I want is to enter this place by stirring chaos, especially not because he lashed out at me before realizing who I was."My words seemed to cut through his anger. Damon quieted, his shoulders easing as he crossed his arms over his chest. He shifted slightly and looked at me, considering what I'd said."So, you’re really my Luna?" he asked, his tone softer now, almost as if he was still trying to process everything."Just shut up and take me to my son," I replied, the urgency in my voice unshaken.He didn’t start the engine right away. Instead, Damon just kept staring at me, eyes
VELARA'S POV“What happened?” Damon demands as he grabs my elbow, urgently guiding me out of the restaurant and down the hallway toward my office. As we pass by the kitchen, I catch a glimpse of Selene and Kylie enjoying bowls of ice cream. Selene notices me and waves through the glass window. I smile and return the wave.“It’s under control, Damon. Dante handled it. Noah and Clarisse came and tried to take Selene. I got knocked down, but I’m alright,” I explain quickly as he pushes me through the door to my office.“Dante said you were injured,” he mutters, eyes scanning me for any sign of harm while I sigh and roll my eyes.“I’m not a child, Damon. You don’t have to inspect me like this or try to kiss away the pain,” I grumble, clearly annoyed as he continues checking me over.“Where’s Kael?” he asks suddenly.“He’s with my father. I asked him to come over and watch him for a bit,” I answer with a sigh.“You don’t need to worry about my dad, Velara. He was a good father to me. I tru
VELARA'S POVA sharp ache pulses through my skull as Kylie studies me, her face drawn with concern. Her fingers reach out and press against the tender swelling on my forehead, only intensifying the pain with her curious touch.“There’s only a little blood,” she observes, eyes narrowing slightly. “But I bet that stings, huh?” she adds, giving it another gentle poke.A small laugh escapes me, but it sends a sharper wave of pain shooting through my head, forcing me to cradle it with both hands.“Yeah, no kidding. Maybe stop poking it and it’ll hurt less,” I mutter through a grimace.“Oh, crap! My bad,” Kylie chuckles, immediately drawing her hand back. “Hey, maybe you should shift. It might help the healing go faster?” she suggests with a hopeful tone.I slowly move my head from side to side, careful not to aggravate the persistent throb pulsing at my temples. The idea of shifting feels like a distant mountain I have no strength to climb. These days, the transformation takes too much out