unexpected reunion.

Chapter 2: Unexpected reunion.

Lilian POV:

I was shocked to see him and couldn't believe my eyes.

I stared at the man in front of me, my heart racing as memories of our past flooded back. Lucas Storm – the man who had shattered my heart all those years ago.

"What do you want, Lucas?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. I was feeling overwhelmed.

"Lilian," he breathed out, his green eyes filled with regret. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't urgent. My father's sick, and I need your help."

I shook my head, my hands trembling slightly. "I can't come back to the pack. I have a life here, Lucas."

"I know that, Lil," he said, leaning closer. "But please, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important. We need you."

I hesitated, my mind racing. I had left the pack behind years ago, after Lucas had chosen Cassandra Lancaster as his Luna. It had been a painful decision, but I knew I couldn't stay and watch him fall in love with someone else. I had fled to the human world, determined to start a new life, and I had succeeded.

But now, faced with Lucas again, I realized that I had never truly left the pack behind.

And also his father the alpha had taken me in and raised me when my parents died, so I was in a dilemma.

"I'm sorry about your father, Lucas, but I can't come back to the pack," I repeated, feeling angry and hurt. "I have a life here, a family, a job. You can find another doctor."

"You don't understand, Lilian," Lucas insisted, moving closer to me. "My father needs you. He's dying, and only you can help him. Please, come back with me."

I jumped up from my chair, feeling overwhelmed. "I can't just drop everything and go back to the pack, Lucas. You don't get to waltz back into my life and demand that I help you."

"I'm not demanding anything," he said, his voice softer now. "I'm begging you, Lil. Please."

"No," I said firmly, shaking my head. "I can't."

"Why not?" he asked, desperation creeping into his voice. "You're a doctor. You can help him."

"I can't go back to the pack, Lucas," I said firmly. "You know what happened. You know why I left."

"I know," he said, his voice softening. "And I'm sorry. I'm sorry for I did to you. But I'm not the same man anymore. I'm different now. I'm..."

"Ashamed? Remorseful? Sorry ?" I spat, my anger flaring up.

"I'm," Lucas said, his eyes pleading with me. " I'd be grateful if you helped him."

I shook my head again, my eyes locked on his. "No. I can't. I won't."

"You have to," he said, stepping closer to me. "In the world of humans, medicine is advanced. But in the world of werewolves, it's not. You're the only one who can save him. Please, do it for me. For us."

"For us?" I repeated, my voice rising in disbelief. "What us, Lucas? We don't have an us. We never did."

"We could," he said, taking my hand in his. " Help us. Please."

Tears sprang to my eyes as I studied his face, so familiar yet so distant. It had been so long since I had seen him. So long since we had been together. And yet, here he was, asking me for help. And asking me to come back to the pack.

"I can't," I said again, my voice barely audible now. "I'm sorry."

He looked down at our entwined hands, his grip tightening. "Please, Lil. Please."

I shook my head one last time, pulling my hand free. "I'm sorry, Lucas. I can't."

Before he could say anything else, we heard a knock on the door. Lucas looked embarrassed as my colleague Grace entered the room.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had a patient," she said, noticing Lucas. "I can come back later."

Lucas shook his head. "No, it's fine. I'll go. We're not finished here," he said, looking at me.

As he left, Grace looked at me skeptically. "Who was that?"

"Just a rather crazy patient," I lied, feeling embarrassed.

After Grace left, I slouched in my chair, feeling confused and overwhelmed. Why had Lucas come back into my life now, after all these years?

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I picked up my triplets from school.

****

I was still reeling from my encounter with Lucas when I arrived home with my triplets. The conversation replayed in my mind over and over again, and I couldn't focus on anything else. My children tried to talk to me, but I was absent, lost in my own thoughts.

"Mama, are you okay?" Landon asked, his small hand tugging at my shirt.

I snapped out of my daze and forced a smile. "Yes, of course. I'm sorry, I was just thinking. How was your day at school?"

Liam and Lana exchanged worried glances before Liam spoke up. "It was good, Mama. But you seemed sad. Is something wrong?"

I sighed, not wanting to burden my children with my own problems. "No, nothing's wrong, my loves. Mama's just a little tired. Let's get started on your homework, okay?"

They seemed to accept my answer and got to work on their assignments. However, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled over me. Lucas had come back into my life after all these years, and I didn't know how to handle it.

As I stepped outside, I noticed something unusual lying on the ground in front of my house. It was a letter, and to my surprise, it was addressed to me. The elegant handwriting on the front was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it. I hesitated for a moment before bending down to pick it up, my heart racing with anticipation. Glancing around nervously.

What could this letter possibly be about? And who could have left it there for me? I had a feeling that my life was about to take an unexpected turn, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for it. With a deep breath, I opened the envelope and began to read.