VELARA'S POV
The entire afternoon I stayed trapped in a sour mood, unable to concentrate or focus on a single thing. For two days running, Damon had crossed my path, and the constant buzzing of the bond made it harder and harder to function normally. The lingering shadow of his threat weighed on me like a heavy chain wrapped tightly around my chest. He had the power to tear down the hotel that Lilith once gifted to Kael and me, a place we had painstakingly rebuilt from nothing. This hotel wasn’t just a building to me; it was a symbol of everything we had fought for, a sanctuary restored by our hands. I felt a fierce urge to protect it, yet I was painfully aware of my own helplessness. In this city, where rogues were dismissed and looked down upon, I was powerless against him.I wouldn’t lie, I was terrified. Kylie, Elysia, and I had poured years of hard work, sweat, and heart into resurrecting this place. The thought of Damon threatening to obliterate it made my blVELARA'S POV“Hi, Auntie Ely! Hi, Auntie Vel!” Riley called out joyfully, her voice bright and energetic despite the cast wrapped around her arm. The plaster was scribbled over with vibrant colors, drawings, and dozens of names from school and friends.“Hello, sweetheart!” we replied, both of us grinning at her enthusiastic wave.“Can I come over this weekend to swim?” she shouted across the driveway, eyes sparkling with hope.“Absolutely,” I responded, cupping my hand beside my mouth to amplify my voice. “And if you want, I’ll even ask your mom if you can stay the night.”I had the weekend off—my first free weekend in over a year. Elysia and Kylie had practically forced me to take it. Kylie always joked that we were basically each other’s wives at this point, the way we co-parented and managed everything together. Between us, there really hadn’t been a need for any men.Riley cheered, pumping her fist into the air with excitemen
VELARA'S POVIt wouldn’t be too much to ask for the school to at least hire properly trained teachers. Some of the ones they currently had didn’t seem qualified enough to be educating children. Honestly, Kael was brighter than a few of them, and that wasn’t an exaggeration. This morning, as we walked toward the school building, I noticed the teachers waiting outside with the children, all dressed in loud colors and sporting wild hairstyles, trying to match the kids’ festive mood. It was an attempt to engage with them, I knew, but it didn’t change the fact that the school was lacking in many other areas.Back when we first enrolled our kids, Kylie, Elysia, and I had been shown around the school. It was a bleak tour. The library was almost nonexistent, barely a handful of books on dusty shelves, and they only had one ancient desktop computer for all the students to share. That visit had left us all disturbed, and we promised each other we’d do something about it. So
VELARA'S POV“Damn, what are we supposed to do about the kids, Kael and Selene?” Elysia asked, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip as she paced in front of the couch. “Both their fathers will be attending, and if Noah’s there, I’m sure he’ll be dragging Ari along.”Her voice quivered slightly as she said it. Ari, Noah’s mate, didn’t know about Selene. Elysia was constantly anxious that the truth might explode out of nowhere. It didn’t help that Ari had been struggling for years to conceive. That kind of pain mixed with betrayal could be catastrophic.“We still have three weeks,” she added with a hopeful look. “Maybe we could ask Noah’s mom to help out with the kids? We’ll figure something out before then.”I sighed and nodded slowly. “It is what it is,” I said softly. There was no perfect solution, and we both knew it.Elysia tilted her head toward me. “What about your dad?” she asked gently.I hesitated, my jaw tightening. “I
VELARA'S POVThe wedding wraps up flawlessly, like the final note of a perfect symphony echoing in the hush of twilight. Golden light from the chandeliers above casts a soft, honeyed glow over the ballroom, where flower petals dust the polished marble floor like remnants of a dream. The scent of white roses and vanilla still lingers in the air, mingling with the faintest trace of champagne and candle wax. I stand at the edge of the room for a moment, just observing, the clinking of glasses has quieted, the laughter is beginning to fade, and now only a low murmur remains as the last of the guests begin to drift toward the exit in twos and threes.Every detail had unfolded as it should. The bride, radiant in a delicate lace gown, had glided down the aisle like something out of a fairytale. Her smile never wavered, not once. The groom couldn’t stop looking at her, his eyes filled with awe as if he was seeing her for the first time. The vows were simple, heartfelt, and
VELARA'S POV“Is everything still frozen?” I asked, glancing toward the large truck parked by the entrance.“Yeah,” he said with a small nod. “The delivery is all good. But… there’s something else.”My stomach tightened. That tone never preceded good news.“There’s this Alpha who wanted to talk to you,” he added, scratching his temple nervously. “He said his name was Damon. I don’t know much about your world or how it works with Alphas and all that, but… he asked some strange questions.”“Like what kind of questions?” I asked warily.“Well,” he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder like someone might overhear. “He asked if I was your secret lover.”I raised my eyebrows in disbelief.“He came off a bit… intense,” the driver finished, clearing his throat and holding out a phone. “Anyway, he wants to talk to you. I’ll put him through.”With a sigh, I took the phone and pressed it to my ear. The familiar vo
VELARA'S POVThe next morning dawned with a kind of eerie silence lingering in the air. Word had spread that another one of the forsaken had been sighted just the night before. Fear had begun to worm its way through the guests at the hotel, prompting a few of them to gather their things and leave while they still could. They didn’t want to take the risk. The hotel was too close to the city’s boundary, too tempting a target for anyone—or anything—looking for a way in.But regardless of the fear hanging over us, today was still Saturday, and it was a day that held a purpose: the wedding scheduled for the afternoon. Most of my energy had been directed toward getting everything ready for that. Unfortunately, I hadn’t been able to arrange for a delivery truck to bring in the new refrigeration units in time. The wait had stretched out over a week, leaving me to make do. With no other choice, six of us had rolled up our sleeves and hauled down two old fridges from the bac