LOGINScott’s Point of View For a few seconds after Bianca leaves, I just stand there, completely frozen, then slowly, a small smile pulls at my lips. I don’t even try to stop it. I lift my hand and touch my cheek where she kissed me. It was barely anything, just a small kiss, but somehow, it feels like everything, because for the first time since she came back into my life, Bianca showed me affection without hesitation. Without fear. Without overthinking it. She just did it, and then she ran away because she realized what she did. I let out a quiet laugh. That is definitely something she would do. I make my way back to my desk, and sit down, still smiling.Maybe to everyone else it would seem like nothing, but to me? It’s progress. It means she is starting to believe that maybe we can actually do this. The thought makes something in my chest loosen. I know we still have a long way to go. I am still hurt and there are definitely still things we need to talk about, but today was di
Bianca’s Point of ViewI don’t stop walking until I am halfway down the hallway.Actually, I don’t stop walking until I am pretty sure Scott can’t see me anymore.My face is burning, my heart is beating way too fast and my mind keeps replaying the exact same moment over and over again.Me standing there, looking at him, going up on my tiptoes, and kissing his cheek.What was I thinking?I press my lips together, shaking my head as I try to calm myself down.It wasn’t even a big deal.It was just a kiss on his cheek.People do that all the time.I let out a quiet sigh as I continue walking.Scott probably thinks I’m ridiculous.Or maybe he thinks I didn’t mean it.Which is somehow worse.Because I did mean it.I just didn’t think about it before I did it.And that somehow makes it even more embarrassing.I finally reach the library and push the door open.Immediately, I hear Ethan’s laughter.My entire mood softens.No matter what is happening, he always manages to make everything feel
Bianca’s Point of View Scott and I are in his office, staring at the laptop screen in front of us. Derek’s face is displayed on the screen, and behind him I can see the familiar walls of Asher’s packhouse. It feels strange. A few days ago, I never thought I would be sitting here, working together with Scott and Asher’s people to protect my family, but here I am. Derek shifts slightly in his chair. “So, you know him better than we do. Do you think this will work?” He asks, his eyes moving between me and Scott. My eyes drop to the document on Scott’s desk. The diversion alliance, the fake agreement that makes it look like Damon is finally getting what he wants. It gives him the illusion of control, but most importantly, it gives us time and hopefully, it gives us a chance to get my family out. I take a slow breath before nodding my head. “Yeah.. I think so. It will definitely annoy him. It is close to what he wants, but still not exactly it.” I say honestly. Scott
Bianca’s Point of ViewThe kitchen is quiet.Well… as quiet as it can be in a packhouse.There are still voices in the halls, people moving around, and the occasional sound of someone laughing somewhere in the distance, but for once I am not overwhelmed by it.I am standing at the kitchen counter, looking over the cakes I just finished making.I don’t even remember the last time I baked.Before Ethan, before everything with Damon, before running and hiding became my normal life, I used to love little things like this.Baking.Cooking.Making something for people I cared about.It feels strange doing something so normal again.Almost like I am pretending that my life hasn’t been completely turned upside down.But then I look at the cakes sitting on the counter, and I smile slightly.Because this time I’m not baking because I’m trying to survive.I’m baking because I want to.Because I want to do something nice for the pack.For Scott.For Ethan.I carefully place the last cake down and
Bianca’s Point of View For a few seconds after Scott says the words, I just stare at him. I think my brain stops working. Because I expected him to say that he was hurt. I expected him to say that he wasn’t ready. I expected him to remind me of everything I did wrong. And he has every right to. But instead, he is sitting here, looking at me with those same eyes that somehow make me feel safe, and telling me he wants to try. With me. I glance down at Ethan between us. Our son. The little person who somehow brought so much pain into our lives but also somehow brought us back together. Then I look back at Scott. “Really?” The word leaves my mouth quietly. Almost like I am afraid that if I say it too loudly, this moment will disappear. Scott’s expression softens and he nods. “Yeah.” He says gently. “I really want to try to make this work.” My chest tightens. “Not just for Ethan.” His eyes move down to our son before coming back to mine. “But for us too.” I swallow
Scott’s Point of View For a few seconds after Bianca takes my hand, neither of us moves. Her fingers are warm against mine, and there is something about the small smile on her face that makes something in my chest loosen slightly. Not everything is fixed. Not even close. But for the first time in a long time, it feels like maybe we are moving in the right direction. I squeeze her hand gently. “Come on. Let's go.” I say softly, giving her a small smile and she nods her head, genuine excitement appearing in her eyes. "Yes let's go." She says pulling on my hand and I chuckle softly. I just love how excited she gets when it comes to our son We leave my office together, walking down the hallway toward the library where Ethan’s caregiver is watching him. The packhouse is busy today and pack members are moving through the halls, carrying things, talking, laughing. People notice us immediately. “Alpha.” William, one of the warriors says with a smile, nodding his head and I re
Bianca’s Point of View Ethan’s little fingers curl tightly around mine as I feed him, his sleepy eyes fluttering with each swallow. I smile softly at him, lightly brushing my thumb over his cheek. He is warm, content, and completely unaware of the world outside of our quiet bubble. The peace
Bianca’s Point of ViewEthan giggles as I lift him up, his tiny hands grabbing at my hair while we wander through the garden paths.“Hey, hey, gentle. You are going to make Mommy bald before she turns thirty.”I laugh softly, adjusting him on my hip. He just babbles happily, completely unbothered,
Scott’s Point of View I flip through the papers in my hand, but I’m not actually reading any of it. My eyes skim over the words, but nothing sticks. All I can see, all I can hear, is her voice. Aiden is Asher’s son. I exhale slowly, rubbing a hand over my jaw as I stare out the window. “This
Scott’s Point of ViewThere is a knock on my door and I call out, without looking up because I already know that it is Marcus. “Report.” I say, as soon as he is in front of my desk. “All of the bodies are cleared and taken care off, and our scouts are already running the perimeter again.”He sa







