LOGINI canceled my ticket to Iceland. Even the customer service agent sounded confused. “There are only two seats left on this flight. Are you sure you want to cancel?” “Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.” We had been together for four years. Every February, he flew to Iceland. He always said it was for a photography project. On social media, he only posted glaciers and the northern lights. Whenever I said I wanted to see the aurora too, he would tell me, “It’s too cold there. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” Then yesterday, I helped him organize an old hard drive. Inside was an encrypted folder named **February**. When I opened it, every photo was of the same girl standing beneath the same northern lights. The light was soft around her. Even the strands of her hair glowed clearly in the frame. The only photo he had ever taken of me was outside our apartment complex. Backlit. Out of focus. My eyes were squinting, and my entire face was blurred. At the time, he had even laughed and said, “As long as you can tell it’s you, it’s fine.” So it wasn’t that he didn’t know how to take good photos. He just never wanted to take them of me. For four years, he chased the northern lights. And every time, the same person stood beside him. The farthest light I had ever seen was nothing more than an Iceland photo he had posted carelessly online. While I was packing my things, he called me. His voice was rushed. “Weren’t you the one who kept saying you wanted to see the northern lights? Why did you cancel the ticket?” I hung up without answering. Iceland was too far. The aurora was too cold. Since he was never willing to come toward me, I would walk toward the light on my own.
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“I have some good news, Zaia. Sebastian will be so excited. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!” The doctor’s words ring in my mind as I stare down at the test reports once again, as I leave the hospital.
“Sorry!” I say, as I avoid bumping into someone, my heart skipping a beat as I place a hand on my stomach protectively, hurrying towards my awaiting car.
My driver, Ethan, is waiting beside the sleek black car and he opens the door for me, bowing his head.
“Thank you!” I say as I get in gracefully.
“Where to, ma’am?” he asks once he gets in the car.
“Home,” I say, unable to suppress my smile, excitement bubbling through me.
This is actually happening. I’ve been trying for a baby for three years and finally… finally, I am pregnant.
I want to shout it from the rooftop, tell everyone that yes! I’m pregnant with the heir to the pack! But I contain my excitement. I need to tell Sebastian the good news first.
Sebastian is the Alpha of the Dark Hollow Falls pack. It is one of the largest packs on the eastern side of the state.
However, with the large territory also comes the dangerous borders that roam with rogues, ready to tear apart anyone who gets in their way.
Werewolves spend their entire lives searching and hoping to find their destined mates. As for me, I had a crush on Bastien from the moment I had seen him when I was eleven years old.
That crush never went away and when he turned out to be my fated mate, it had been a dream come true and we had married.
He desperately wanted an heir, and which Alpha doesn’t? I had just turned eighteen when I found him, but he was thirty one at the time. Many other alphas have sons who are already being trained to become the next alphas at his age.
“Make haste, Ethan, I have a lot to do today,” I say to the driver as I sit back against the plush leather seat.
Reaching our large gated mansion, I step inside and head straight to the kitchen, my stilettos echoing on the wooden floors. I will cook his favourite pudding and place the reports underneath the plate!
“You may take the evening off, get some rest,” I say to the maid, Emma. “I’ll cook for us tonight.”
“Oh, thank you, Luna!” she says, placing down the dish towel she had been holding. “I am certain Alpha will absolutely be so happy if you make him his favourite dessert! Not to mention he doesn’t like sweet things, but your pudding is something he can’t resist!”
I can’t help but smile at her words. Yes, Sebastien doesn’t enjoy sweet things aside from me and the cream pie that he loves.
My cheeks heat as I remember the first time he had told me that it’s now his second favourite dessert, and in hopes of making his favourite dessert, I had asked him what his favourite was. Only for him to smirk and reply; you.
I can’t help but smile from ear to ear, the elated feeling creating a pleasant buzz around me as I get to work wanting everything to be perfect for his return.
Hours pass and when everything is almost ready, I change into something pretty and set up the dining table with candles and the food.
“Almost 9pm…” he will be home soon.
With the troubles that have surrounded our borders, as well as having to run the business, Sebastian often works until late into the night. But he would try to come home by 9.30pm and continue working from home if necessary.
I sit down on the chair, watching the clock tick away, the sound loud in the room's silence.
Once again, I look down at my stomach, smiling softly as I await the return of my mate.
Time passes slowly and soon 11 o’clock comes and goes, but I’m not deterred, maybe I will reheat the food again…
I have just placed the reheated meals on the table when my head jerks up at the sound of footsteps, making my heart thud at the sudden sound. I look toward the door excitedly.
Finally, he is home!
The front door shuts, and a familiar faint scent of my mate hits my nose.
I cast a swift glance at the clock on the wall. To my surprise, it’s past midnight.
I rush to the hall, the excitement of finally being able to tell him the good news filling me. There he is, in the dimly lit hall. He still looks as handsome as ever.
Three and a half years on, he still makes my heart skip a beat whenever I see him.
He loosens his black tie, as he places his briefcase down, holding a few files in his hands as well. His bright blue eyes look tired as they meet mine and I smile.
“Sebastian!” I rush over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He catches me with one arm, but there’s no enthusiasm. He must have had a really hard day. I don’t mind; I know how stressful things are at work lately.
Placing me back on the floor, he raises a brow as he looks down at me.
“Why are you awake at this time?” he asks me in his deep, rugged voice.
“I was waiting for you. I wanted to have dinner together. There’s something I wanted to tell you,” I explain as I help him out of his jacket, brushing a piece of lint from his white shirt that is no longer as crisp as it was this morning.
“I’ve already eaten,” he replies, surprising me as heads towards the living room. “I have something to tell you.”
“Ok, you go first,” I say as he drops onto the sofa, stretching his long legs, and resting his arm on the back of the sofa.
I sit down beside him, knowing he would share something regarding the work meeting. After all, I am knowledgeable on these matters and he’d often get my opinion on his ideas.
However, there’s something off. There’s a coldness in his eyes as he looks into mine.
Sebastian looks down at the file in his hands before he tosses it on the table, the loud snap as it hits the table makes me jump.
“Read it.”
I take it uneasily and flip open the blank file, but the red words in bold print at the top of the first page make my blood run cold.
‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’
I gasp as I quickly scan the document. That feeling becomes worse. This is a divorce agreement with our name on it… My entire body trembles as I look up at him, hurt and confused.
“W-why?” I manage to blurt out as I look at the man I love from the bottom of my heart.
What went wrong?
“Annalise is back, and she’s rejoined the pack.”
I look up sharply. It’s suddenly hard to breathe.
“But I am your mate,” I whisper. How could he still care for Annalise? She was his past. “We’ve been married for three years.”
“Our marriage was a mistake from the very beginning. Back then, my father demanded that I marry my mate, but now I don’t want to be bound by the Goddess’ arrangement. I don’t see the point of fated mates.”
My heart clenches. I look at his face, trying to understand what he’s thinking, but there’s nothing that reveals his feelings and he has his walls up, blocking the mate bond.
“But your father, he-”
“My Mom is not my father’s mate, but she still gave birth to me. She gave him a powerful Alpha son and even after he found his mate, he stayed by her side, rejecting his mate. I will never understand his reason for wanting me with my destined mate when he himself is proof that you don’t need your mate.”
Those words are worse than being stabbed a thousand times, and I can feel my eyes prickle with tears, the agony my wolf is feeling consuming me.
Does he really think that is the truth? Annalise is my half-sister and although she and Sebastian had dated, I know her truth, the real her that she hides behind her pretty face and doe eyes.
“Annalise only approached you because you were an Alpha… Sebastian, she doesn’t love you the way I do. She wants to be Luna-”
He kicks the solid oak coffee table, making me jump as it’s thrown over with a loud crash, hitting the wooden floor with a deafening bang that makes the ornaments in the glass cabinet shake.
“And what about you? You just want to be Luna, don’t you! You knew that Annalise and I were in a relationship, yet you selfishly accepted the marriage anyway and betrayed your own sister by taking her man! You lied to me. She’s told me everything!”
“No, that’s not true. Let me explain-”
“Don’t antagonise me, Zaia, you got what you wanted, you became my wife and Luna, but that wasn’t enough for you. You forced Annalise from coming anywhere near this pack because you knew once she returned, I would learn everything!”
Yes, I did want Annalise to leave, but I never made her leave. She left of her own accord once she learned Sebastian had found his mate, but now, it’s almost as if she has been planning her return all this time.
Is she really enough to come between what we have? Sadly, I look into his eyes, realising he never trusted me. He’s now judging and calculating everything I gave him with suspicion, as if I had played him to gain the position of Luna.
Doesn’t he realise I fell for him before I even knew he was an Alpha? Has he always been wary of me? That one person can come between us and ruin it all? Did he even for a moment, truly love me wholeheartedly?
I can’t understand it. Tell me Bastian… If you didn’t want me, then why did you make love to me? Why did you touch me like I was the only woman who mattered to you?
Taking a deep breath, I ask him the decisive question. “Sebastian… Tell me, if it wasn’t your father’s request-“
“Then I would have rejected you, and even now, I will, for Annalise.”
My lips quiver, remembering how my father hadn’t been happy with me marrying him. He never liked Sebastian’s family, yet I had given it all up for him.
My family… my inheritance and my position, but it was clearly not enough for him.
If he’s able to cast me aside so easily, then what is my use?
He exhales as if I’m an irritating child and takes out a lighter and cigarette.
“Sign the papers soon. I don’t want this to drag out,” he says.
I stare down at the file as a single tear splashes onto the papers.
“What did you want to tell me?” he asks.
“It’s no longer important… forget about it,” I say, thinking he will never see the papers that currently sit on the dining room table.
“If you have any concerns regarding the alimony, let me know. Your expenses will be covered and you are welcome to stay in the pack.”
That hurts.
“No… there’s no need. Everything is fine as it is. I will sign and have these returned to you immediately,” I reply as I stand up, trying to hold myself together when my entire world has come crashing down around me.
He pauses for a second and simply nods, uncaring about my heartbreak and agony that I know he can feel through the bond. Could he really cast me, his own mate, aside for another woman?
The answer is in front of me, and although it is painful, the truth is yes, yes, he could.
“You may remain here for tonight. It’s late anyway. Annalise won’t move in until everything is settled. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable.”
I stare up into his handsome face, trying to recognise the man I fell for.
I smile bitterly and nod at him.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gone. Say hi to Annalise for me.”
Six months later.News spread through my social media back home that Ethan’s studio had gone bankrupt.Mia sent me a video over WhatsApp.In a dimly lit bar, Ethan was drunk out of his mind, clutching the plain ring that had been too big for my finger.His clothes were a mess, and he kept asking everyone he saw, “Have you seen Stella? She’s so afraid of the cold. Why hasn’t she come home yet?”Mia’s voice message was full of mockery.“I heard he saw the news yesterday about your exhibition in Paris.“He cried all night alone in that empty wedding home. This morning, he listed the place for sale at a low price and said he was going to find you and make it up to you.“Too bad he’s been sued by a former client over a debt dispute, and now he’s restricted from leaving the country.“He’ll spend the rest of his life rotting in his memories.”“What about Linda?” I asked casually.“She ran, of course,” Mia said with a cold laugh.“Once Linda saw Ethan had no money left, she moved o
Stella's POVThe doorbell rang three times.Then the door opened.I was wearing loungewear, a cup of hot coffee in my hand.When I saw Ethan standing there, I wasn’t surprised.He had lost so much weight that he looked almost unrecognizable. His eyes held a broken, feverish desperation.“Stella.”He dropped to one knee on the cold marble floor of the hallway.Then he opened the expensive velvet box in his hand.The pink diamond inside caught the hallway lights and flashed with a blinding brilliance.“I bought a new wedding ring.“It’s not a plain band this time. It’s a pink diamond.“The same style as the picture you sent me before.”His voice was thick with emotion, and his hands trembled slightly.“I know I was a bastard before.“I didn’t know how to appreciate you. I took everything you did for me for granted.“These past few days, my stomach hurt so badly I thought I was going to die. That was when I finally realized I can’t live without you.”“Please forgive me ju
Third Person POVEthan didn’t know how he made it back to the hotel.He clutched his stomach and curled up on the bed, pain twisting through him.It felt as if a knife were churning inside his gut.In the past, Stella had always tucked a small bottle of antacid tablets into the left pocket of every coat he owned.When he complained that it was too heavy and said he didn’t want to carry it, Stella simply sewed it into the lining of his pocket.“Your stomach is going to kill you one day. Carry it!”Her face was always cold when she said it, but her hands were always gentle.But now, there was nothing.His pocket was empty.Cold sweat broke out all over Ethan’s body. Even his vision began to blur.He rolled on the floor in pain, unable to find the strength to go downstairs and buy medicine.Only then did he understand with painful clarity.What Stella had taken away was not just her luggage.She had taken away his life.For the past four years, he had been like an overgrown
Hawaii in winter was as warm as spring.I joined a top local visual arts agency as an art director.In fact, they had sent me an offer six months ago.But back then, for Ethan’s studio and for that wedding I had been preparing, I had turned it down.Now, I was simply taking back what should have been mine all along.At three in the afternoon, I was directing an outdoor magazine shoot.“Director Winters, is the lighting okay?” the photographer asked me.“Darken the right side a little more. Bring out the model’s jawline,” I said, my eyes fixed on the monitor.“Stella.”A voice, hoarse to the extreme, sounded behind me.I didn’t turn around.The voice came closer, accompanied by hurried breathing.“Stella Winters!”Someone grabbed my arm and yanked me backward.I turned around.Ethan stood in front of me.He was wearing nothing but a thin shirt and a trench coat. His eyes were sunken, and his jaw was covered in dark stubble.He looked like a vagrant who had escaped some
Saturday morning.I made plain oatmeal in the kitchen and fried a couple of eggs.Ethan came out of the bedroom, yawning.“Why are you up so early today?”“Ethan.” I looked at him. “Can you stay home today and spend the day with me?”He pulled out a chair, sat down, and took a sip of oatmeal.
I splashed cold water on my face, then walked out of the restroom.At the end of the hallway, Ethan was paying the bill at the front desk.Linda stood beside him. With complete ease, she reached into the pocket of his coat and took out his car keys.“Ethan, I’ll go start the car and turn on the h
The next day, I didn’t go with Ethan to choose the wedding rings.Instead, his assistant, Zack, sent me a message.“Stella, Ethan went to pick up the rings. He asked me to push your wedding dress fitting to next week.”“Does he have something else to do?”“Yeah. He said he’s going to the airport
Stella's POVHalf an hour later, Ethan Spencer came home.“Stella Winters, rebook the tickets. Stop making a scene.”“I’m not rebooking them.”I pushed the old hard drive to the corner of the table.“For four Februaries in a row, you took 3,200 photos in Iceland. She changed into twenty-four di












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