Mag-log inAstrid’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not because I couldn’t.But because my mind refused to slow down.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene outside my apartment again and again.Damien’s face.The way his voice broke when he asked for another chance.And Sebastian standing beside me.Calm.Unshaken.Protective without even trying.My fingers curled into the blanket slightly.Seven years ago, if Damien had looked at me that way… if he had asked like that… I would have forgiven him instantly.I would have fallen right back into his arms like nothing had ever happened.But this time was different.This time I knew how that story ended.Pain.Humiliation.Loneliness.I turned onto my side and closed my eyes.Yet another face appeared in my mind.Sebastian.The way his eyes softened when he looked at me.The way he listened when I spoke.The way he noticed small things about me that no one else ever cared to see.A quiet warmth spread through my chest before I qui
Astrid’s POV The café had slowly become a routine. Not intentionally. At least… that’s what I kept telling myself. It started with coincidence. Then occasional meetings. Then conversations that stretched longer than planned. And somehow, before I realized it, it had turned into something familiar. Comfortable. Today was no different. The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon wrapped around me instantly, easing the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. And he was already there. Sebastian sat at the same corner table by the window, long legs stretched slightly under the table, a black mug in his hand. His dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, and his sharp profile was turned toward the window as he watched people passing outside. But the moment I stepped in— His gaze shifted. Straight to me. Something warm flickered in his eyes. Not surprise. Not curiosity anymore. Recognition. And somet
Astrid’s POVThe café had slowly become a routine.Not intentionally.At least… that’s what I kept telling myself.It started with coincidence.Then occasional meetings.Then conversations that stretched longer than planned.And somehow, before I realized it, it had turned into something familiar.Comfortable.Today was no different.The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon wrapped around me instantly, easing the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying.And he was already there.Sebastian sat at the same corner table by the window, long legs stretched slightly under the table, a black mug in his hand. His dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, and his sharp profile was turned toward the window as he watched people passing outside.But the moment I stepped in—His gaze shifted.Straight to me.Something warm flickered in his eyes.Not surprise.Not curiosity anymore.Recognition.And something else.Something
Astrid’s POV The wind outside the house was colder than I expected. Or maybe I was just finally breathing again. The door closed behind me with a dull click, sealing off the voices of Taylor and her mother, but their words still echoed in my mind. We remove the problem. We send her away. I had heard those exact words before. Seven years ago. In my past life. Back then, I hadn’t been standing outside the room listening. Back then, they had said it to my face—with sweet smiles and fake concern. I walked slowly down the gravel path toward the gate, my hands tucked into the pockets of my coat. The night air smelled faintly of pine and damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled softly. The sound used to comfort me. Now it just reminded me how lonely I had been. I stopped near the gate and leaned against the cold metal bars. Memories pressed in on me harder than I expected. The hospital room. The surgery. The blood. Damien’s hands on my shoulders as he promised
Damien’s POV The council hall had never felt this suffocating before. The stone walls, the long wooden table, the quiet murmurs of my advisors—it was all the same as it had always been. Yet tonight everything felt… wrong. Or maybe it wasn’t the room. Maybe it was me. I sat at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of me, but the words refused to stay still long enough for me to read them. My mind kept drifting. Back to Astrid. Her voice. Her eyes. The way she had looked at me when she said the word divorce. A low cough from my Beta pulled me back. “Alpha?” I blinked and looked up. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Right. The meeting. “We were discussing Lucian’s troops moving closer to the border,” my Beta reminded me. I rubbed my forehead slowly. “Yes… continue.” But even as he spoke, I found myself barely listening. Because another memory kept replaying in my mind. Astrid standing in front of me earlier that day. Strong. Unshaken. Col
Damien’s POVThe council hall had never felt this suffocating before.The stone walls, the long wooden table, the quiet murmurs of my advisors—it was all the same as it had always been. Yet tonight everything felt… wrong.Or maybe it wasn’t the room.Maybe it was me.I sat at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of me, but the words refused to stay still long enough for me to read them.My mind kept drifting.Back to Astrid.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she had looked at me when she said the word divorce.A low cough from my Beta pulled me back.“Alpha?”I blinked and looked up.Everyone in the room was staring at me.Right.The meeting.“We were discussing Lucian’s troops moving closer to the border,” my Beta reminded me.I rubbed my forehead slowly.“Yes… continue.”But even as he spoke, I found myself barely listening.Because another memory kept replaying in my mind.Astrid standing in front of me earlier that day.Strong.Unshaken.Cold.She hadn’t looked at m
Astrid POVYou would think that after how many years have passed Greymoon’s packhouse shouldn't have the same effect on me as it did in the past but as prince Sebastian gradually drove in it felt like several fingers were being wrapped around my neck and squeezing tight. “We're here,” Prince Sebas
Chapter 22Astrid's pov I had my teeth in between a strawberry that had been served with the other snacks when Taylor asked that question, head leaned at an angle and her eyes expectantly hoping for an answer.At that moment I froze. Still up to all the tricks.Didn't change in the past and was s
Chapter 16Astrid's pov Seeing both of them side to side it looked like a bad joke that was finally coming at a full circle and still failed to hit the punchline.Prince Sebastian had given me a general rundown about their poor financial decisions, how many businesses, established and managed by G
Taylor's POV “Taylor, that will be here any minute now, what are we going to do?” I clamped my teeth down on my bottom lip, nearly drawing out blood. This man who was pacing back and forth hopelessly had once been the center of my w*t dreams. Flaunting my relationship with him in my sister's fa







