LOGINHelena had rehearsed the phone call three separate times before she actually dialed, pacing the length of her small kitchen with a cool mug of herbal tea in her hand. The afternoon sun slanted through her lace curtains, casting soft grid patterns across the pristine linoleum. But when Elena's bright, energetic voice answered the line instead of Sophie's, Helena found that she needed to start over entirely, her carefully memorized script instantly evaporating into thin air."Grandma Helena!" Elena chirped into the receiver, her small voice echoing with the faint, ambient sounds of birdsong and running water in the background. "Everyone's here out by the fountain! Do you want to talk to Mom?""Actually," Helena said, a quiet, nervous laugh escaping her before she could catch it, "I think I'd like to tell all of you together, if that's possible, sweetheart.""Hold on! Don't hang up!"Elena carried the phone out to the garden with evident ceremony, her small sandals slapping rhythmically
Ethan sat at his own small desk in the studio, the same desk Sophie had built him years earlier, and found himself staring at a blank page for considerably longer than he'd expected, given how easily words usually came to him when he was teaching someone else."You've been sitting there a while," Sophie observed, finding him there during one of her own evening sessions. "Writer's block, or just thinking?""Just thinking," Ethan admitted. "Grandma Vivienne asked me to write my own chapter for the book. My own words, about everything that's happened, rather than just letting everyone else tell it for me.""What's making it hard?" Sophie asked, settling into the second chair."I keep starting with the warehouse," Ethan said. "Or the flicker, or being Alpha someday. All the big, dramatic parts. But I don't think that's actually what I want the chapter to be about.""What do you want it to be about?" Sophie asked gently.Ethan considered this for a long moment, and then, instead of answeri
Dominic watched Caius step out of his car with an easy, unhurried gait that told him, before a single word passed between them, that nothing about this visit carried the old weight of urgency. The long shadows of late afternoon stretched across the manicured grass, but the tension that used to accompany an unexpected arrival from the council hall was absent."I apologize for the hour," Caius said, crossing the lawn toward the gathered family with a mild, apologetic smile. "I was passing through after a long day of regional business, and I found myself simply wanting to stop rather than wait for some formal occasion.""You're always welcome," Dominic said, genuine warmth replacing the brief caution he'd felt watching the car pull up. He stepped forward to shake the older man's hand plainly. "Is everything all right?""Everything's wonderful, actually," Caius said, looking around the peaceful garden where the remnants of the holiday feast were still visible on the long outdoor tables. "
Miriam had been up since well before dawn, the kitchen already thick with the smell of roasting garlic and fresh bread, and she found herself pausing for just a moment at the counter, genuinely unable to remember a holiday that had ever required quite this much table space before."You've set an extra place setting in again," Vivienne observed, coming in with her morning tea. "I believe that's the fourth this year.""We've got considerably more mouths to feed than we used to," Miriam said, not slowing her chopping for a moment. "Twins. Elena. Ethan's appetite alone could feed a small village these days.""I remember when this table sat four, comfortably, with room to spare," Vivienne said, something warm and wandering in her voice. "I don't think I ever imagined it would need to grow this much."Sophie came in a while later, Elena trailing behind her in a dress she'd apparently insisted on wearing despite it being, according to her own firm declaration, "too fancy for just breakfast."
The heavy oak door of the birthing room remained firmly shut, casting a long, unyielding shadow across the polished floorboards of the upper corridor. Rowan paced the hallway outside the birthing room with a composure he didn't actually feel, his hands clasped tight behind his back the way he used to stand when assessing a threat, though nothing about tonight resembled any threat he'd ever trained for in all his years of guarding this territory."You should sit down, Rowan," Miriam said gently, pausing in her steps as she passed by with a stack of fresh, warm towels cradled in her arms. "Pacing like that isn't going to help anyone, least of all Lena.""I know," Rowan admitted, his boots clicking softly against the wood as he turned back on his heel. "I don't seem to be able to stop anyway. It feels wrong to just stand still while she's in there doing all the hard work."The midwife had arrived within the hour, calm and unhurried, confirming what Lena's own instincts had already told h
Gerald sat at the small desk in his own cottage near Rosalind's territory, a stack of handwritten pages in front of him, and found himself, for the third evening running, staring at the same difficult paragraph without quite managing to finish it."You've been at that same page for days," Rosalind observed, setting a cup of tea beside him. "What's stopping you?""I'm trying to write my own chapter for Vivienne's book," Gerald admitted. "The part about Rosalind, about the council's original demand. I keep writing it carefully, protecting myself from how it actually looked, and then crossing it out because I know Vivienne would want the honest version.""Then write the honest version," Rosalind said gently. "You've told it plainly before, to an entire council hall. I don't think this is any harder than that was.""I think it's harder, actually," Gerald admitted. "That was spoken aloud, gone the moment it was said. This is permanent. Ethan and Elena will read these exact words someday, l
Sophie Steele POV.I step in.The water is hot and the pressure remains exactly as I remember it. I feel my shoulders come down gradually. I raise my face to the water and allow it to soak me while I am breathing in and out. The steam thickens around me. The rest of the house
Sophie Steele POV.Evening comes fast like the clock is running a race it refuses to lose. The guests begin to thin out and I am finally directed to my old room. I am so exhausted, like the world has been placed on my body, and this has nothing to do with the flight.One thi
Sophie Steele POVAnd now I am home. And really, I am expecting to be wowed the moment I get here with any difference or whatever, but everything is still the same way I left it. The beautiful gates of the Steele family villa open with the same calmness they always have, like they
Sophie Steele POVWith a jolt I wake.The first thing that registers is disappointment. I'm no longer in my bedroom in the Steel mansion seven years ago. I'm currently in my luxury loft studio in the heart of Los Angeles surrounded by art, supplies and the kind of serenity that cannot







