Mag-log inCHAPTER THIRTEEN
POV: Mira I gripped my steering wheel tightly as I turned my sports car onto the quiet city street, completely annoyed after learning from Ethan last night that Damon had stopped sleeping at the pack house altogether. I had bought a bag of warm breakfast items from his favorite cafe, intending to show up at his new front door unannounced so I could convince him to take me as his date to the upcoming league dinner. I pulled my car up to the curb right in front of Damon's new property, shutting off the engine and grabbing the paper bag off the passenger seat with a wide smile on my face. I stepped out onto the concrete pavement, smoothing down the front of my dress, but before I could take three steps toward his porch, my eyes caught movement across the quiet asphalt street. I turned my head to look, and my entire body went completely stiff as I froze in my tracks on the lawn, staring in utter disbelief as Raina walked down the opposite driveway holding hands with two small children. She was wearing expensive clothes and carrying a leather bag over her shoulder, smiling and chatting warmly with a tall man who walked right behind her, looking completely comfortable and settled into the neighborhood. My face twisted with disgust as I recognized the wolfless girl who had been thrown out of our pack territory five years ago, and my blood boiled with sudden rage as everything connected in my head, showing me the exact reason why Damon had abandoned his room at the pack house to move all the way out to this city estate. "I cannot believe this," I muttered under my breath, my fingers crushing the paper bag in my hand until the grease soaked through the paper. Before I could process the sight any further, the front door of Damon's house opened, and Damon walked out onto his porch wearing a plain athletic shirt and shorts, holding a bottle of water in his hand. He spotted my car parked near his lawn, and his eyebrows pulled together into a deep frown as he looked down at me standing on his grass. "Mira, what are you doing here?" Damon asked, keeping his voice flat and stern as he walked down the steps, completely ignoring the bag in my hand. I turned around and marched straight up his porch steps, pointing my finger back toward the house across the street while my eyes flared with pure anger. "Are you completely out of your mind, Damon?" I asked, raising my voice as I confronted him right on his front porch. "Ethan told me you bought a place in the city, but he didn't tell me you moved directly across the street from that useless girl!" "Keep your voice down, Mira, and leave my property right now," Damon said, stepping in front of his front door to block my way while his jaw set tight. "I will not keep my voice down!" I yelled, dropping the crushed paper bag onto his porch floor without caring where it landed. "You are the captain of the highest ranking hockey team in the region, and you are wasting your valuable time living across the street from a wolfless nobody who got kicked out of our pack five years ago!" "Raina is not a nobody, so watch your tongue when you speak about her on my lawn," Damon growled, taking a sharp step forward until he was looking down at me with cold eyes. "She is a nobody, Damon, and everyone in the pack knows she couldn't even shift into a wolf when she lived with us!" I shouted back, refusing to back down while my frustration grew out of control. "And who are those children she is walking around with? Don't tell me you are actually buying into some ridiculous story that those kids belong to you!" "Those are my children, Mira, and if you say another negative word about them or their mother, I will personally see to it that your family loses their access to the arena VIP boxes," Damon warned, his voice dropping into a dangerous, dark tone that made my heart jump with a sudden spike of fear. "You are throwing away your reputation, your rank, and your entire future for a girl who doesn't even belong in our world," I said, my teeth gritted tight as tears of pure humiliation welled up in my eyes. "Alpha Marcus is arranging a match for you with Chloe, your hockey team is losing every single match this month, and you are standing out here on a city porch defending an outcast!" "My personal life is none of your concern, Mira, so stop tracking my address, stop following my car, and do not ever set foot on my property again," Damon said, reaching out to grab his front door handle while he turned his back on my face. "Damon, don't you dare turn your back on me while I am talking to you!" I yelled, reaching out to grab his elbow, but Damon whipped his arm around and shoved my hand away with enough force to make me stumble back two steps on the porch. "Get off my lawn before I call the security team to haul you away," Damon said, stepping inside his house and slamming the front door tight, leaving me standing alone on the wooden porch while the lock clicked into place. I stood there for a few seconds, trembling with rage and humiliation, before turning around and stomping down the porch steps toward my car. I got into the driver's seat, slamming the car door shut so hard the window shook, and I started the engine before pulling out into the street, glaring one last time at Raina's house through my side mirror. I picked up my phone from the dashboard, hitting Ethan's contact number on speed dial, and I pressed the phone against my ear while I sped down the road toward the highway. "Hello?" Ethan's voice answered on the third ring, sounding tired and annoyed over the speaker. "Ethan, I just left Damon's new place, and you will not believe what I saw with my own eyes," I said, keeping my voice low and frantic as I gripped the steering wheel with one hand. "What happened?" Ethan asked, sitting up straight on his end of the line while his tone turned curious. "That useless sister of yours is living directly across the street from Damon, and she has two little kids running around her driveway!" I spat out, my teeth grinding together in anger. "Damon completely snapped at me when I brought it up, and he actually tried to claim those children are his!" "What?" Ethan gasped over the phone, letting out a sharp breath. "Are you serious right now, Mira?" "I am completely serious, and we need to do something about this immediately before she ruins our team standing," I said, narrowing my eyes as a dark plan formed in my head. "Listen to me very carefully, Ethan, we are going to leak a massive rumor to the local sports press tonight about Raina's past, and we will make sure every news channel reports that she is an unfit, illegitimate owner trying to sabotage our franchise before the exhibition match even starts."CHAPTER SEVENTEEN POV: Ethan I followed Damon all the way from the pack house into the city after practice, keeping my car three blocks behind his black SUV, because I was completely sick of watching him abandon his duties to chase after a girl who didn't even belong in our territory. When he pulled into his new driveway across from her house, I parked around the corner, waiting patiently for my opportunity, and my patience finally paid off an hour later when Raina walked out of her front door alone and drove her car down to the local grocery store near the main highway. I trailed her into the parking lot, pulling my car into a space two rows over, and I waited near the front entrance until she stepped back out into the evening air holding two heavy brown bags of groceries in her arms. I cut across the asphalt parking lot in quick, purposeful strides, reaching her car just as she unlocked the doors, and I stepped directly in front of her driver's side door, blocking her path comple
CHAPTER SIXTEEN POV: Raina I set the plate of chicken and rice down on the table in front of Raymond, but he immediately pushed the dish away with his small hands, crossing his arms over his chest while tears filled his golden eyes again. Ever since his wolf surge earlier in the afternoon, he had been cranky and restless, refusing to take a single bite of his food or sit properly in his chair despite every soft word of encouragement I offered him. Ruth was sitting beside him eating her carrots quietly, watching her brother throw a tantrum, while Reign stood near the kitchen counter reviewing team emails on his tablet. "Raymond, baby, you need to eat your dinner so you can get your energy back," I said, leaning down beside his chair and placing my hand gently on his small knee. "I don't want to eat, Mommy!" Raymond cried out, wiping his wet nose with his sleeve while he shook his head stubbornly. "I want the nice tall mister from across the street to come eat with us, because he f
CHAPTER FIFTEEN POV: Damon I was tossing my dark athletic bag into the back trunk of my car in the afternoon sun, getting ready to head back to the arena for our team film review session, when a sharp, terrified scream echoed straight across the quiet street from Raina’s front yard. I froze instantly on my driveway, dropping the bag onto the pavement without caring where it landed, and my inner wolf surged forward in my chest with an intense, overwhelming urge to protect my blood. I sprinted across the asphalt road in full strides, ignoring the traffic completely, and I threw my shoulder right against the latch of her front garden gate, crashing through the barrier without stopping for a single second to ask for permission. I rounded the corner of the brick porch and saw four-year-old Raymond lying on the green grass near the fence line, rolling on his side while crying hysterically and gripping his stomach with both of his little hands, his small chest heaving violently with fast,
CHAPTER FOURTEEN POV: Raina I walked through the player tunnel of the main city arena at six o'clock in the morning, holding my clipboard tight against my side while my team's head coach walked right beside me, ready to oversee our very first official practice session on the main rink. Reign had spent three hours on the phone with the league directors yesterday securing our designated ice time, so I expected to find an empty rink waiting for my players to stretch and run drills, but as we rounded the final corner of the concrete hallway, the loud sound of skates cutting across the ice echoed through the air. I stepped through the double doors into the main arena area, and my temper flared instantly when I looked out onto the rink and saw the entire Frostvale hockey team skating in circles, shooting pucks at the net like they owned the place. Damon was standing near the center line in his full hockey jersey and helmet, blowing his whistle to call his players into a tight circle, co
CHAPTER THIRTEEN POV: Mira I gripped my steering wheel tightly as I turned my sports car onto the quiet city street, completely annoyed after learning from Ethan last night that Damon had stopped sleeping at the pack house altogether. I had bought a bag of warm breakfast items from his favorite cafe, intending to show up at his new front door unannounced so I could convince him to take me as his date to the upcoming league dinner. I pulled my car up to the curb right in front of Damon's new property, shutting off the engine and grabbing the paper bag off the passenger seat with a wide smile on my face. I stepped out onto the concrete pavement, smoothing down the front of my dress, but before I could take three steps toward his porch, my eyes caught movement across the quiet asphalt street. I turned my head to look, and my entire body went completely stiff as I froze in my tracks on the lawn, staring in utter disbelief as Raina walked down the opposite driveway holding hands with
CHAPTER TWELVE POV: Damon I sat outside on my front porch late at night, staring directly across the quiet street at the brightly lit windows of Raina's house, and the heavy regret in my chest made it completely impossible for me to sleep. Every single choice I had made five years ago kept running through my head, from the public rejection at the ceremony to the way I let my father dictate my life, and watching the faint silhouettes of my children moving past the second-floor curtains filled me with a deep, aching sadness. I stayed sitting on that chair until the sun slowly began to rise over the neighborhood, lighting up the front yards, and I poured myself a cup of plain coffee while I kept my eyes fixed on her driveway. Around eight in the morning, the front door of Raina's house opened, and four-year-old Ruth walked out onto the front porch holding a small plastic dragon toy in her hands, while Raina stood just inside the open doorway talking loudly on her phone with Reign abo







