SIX YEARS LATERI hear my alarm ringing in my sleep. I open my eyes groggily and tap on snooze. I sigh heavily as I make my way to the bathroom and brush my teeth.After that, I find myself in the kitchen making pancakes. Once I'm done with that, I go to the kids room. Thankfully, they all like staying in the same room together, so I don't have to go to each one of their rooms, forcing them to wake up.There are other rooms in the house still, but it's their choice. After a few years of staying with Oliver, I decided that it was best to unburden him. I got a house all to myself and my kids.Though Oliver sleeps over here time to time, I just like having a place all in my name. There's something fulfilling about it.Once I get to the room, I hear low whispers and giggles. What are these children up to now?I open the door and see the three of them sitting in a circle on the ground with something in the center. Immediately they hear me coming in, Dylan—the smartest six-year-old to exist—

This is everything I could possibly wish for.It doesn't get better than this. I'm engaged to the love of my life, I have the best kids in the world, and I also have the best job in the world. Nothing can ruin this for me.Currently, I'm at the engagement party that Oliver thought to host for us, courtesy of my kids, who begged and begged him. But it's fine.It's only a few of our friends that are here, along with a couple of my coworkers.Everyone here is so nice. Everything is just absolutely perfect beyond compare.Oliver asks me to dance with him in front of everyone, and I accept. Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran is playing as Oliver holds my hand and leads me to the dance floor.Everyone makes way for us, and my kids are hooting and cheering in favor of Oliver and me. Those little children are too smart for their age. I wonder whose fault it is.Oliver places one of his hands on my waist and the other on my palm. I place one of my hands on his shoulder, and we start to sway accor

I compose myself and arrange my gown before leaving the restroom and going back into the cafe to finish my lunch.I just can't believe Harry. Who the hell does he think he is? How did he even get my number? How did he even know that I was a doctor?Has he been keeping tabs on me all these years?Does he know about the triplets?No, he cannot. If he did, that would've been the first topic he would've talked about. Heck, it wouldn't even be on the phone if he knew. He would've marched me straight down to the pack and forced me to confess.Under no circumstances am I letting Harry back into my life. Things are finally going amazing for me, and I will not allow him to ruin it.I return to work, and I block out all thoughts of Harry. When I get back home, the kids are already there, courtesy of our nice babysitter.I thank her and give her a little something before she takes her leave.I sit on the couch, and the triplets take up the spaces around me."How was school today?" I ask them, an

"Ah, my head," I groan out loud as my eyes flutter.Once they finally open, I take in the environment. It doesn't take me a second to recognize where I am.The Blood Moon's Pack DungeonHow did I get here? I need to remember what happened.I was with Oliver; he wanted to take a bath. I heard something outside, and I went to check. A wolf! But before I could do anything, I didn't know.Did I faint? Did someone hurt me? I can't remember that particular detail.I stand up from the hard, cold ground and press my fingers against my temples. I let out a harsh breath, and a wave of headache and worry stabbed me.I am back at the Blood Moon Pack with my worst nightmare and the kids! They're going to wake up, and they're not going to find me. And Oliver...Why is this happening to me? I can bet that it's all Harry. This is all his doing. He must've been the one who kidnapped me and brought me here.But why? And how? Wait a second!His father! He had wanted me to come and help his father. Per

This cannot be happening to me. I cannot be Harry's replacement. I stand up from the tub in a split second, spilling water on the floor as I do.I'm quick to drape myself with a towel and go back to the room. My brain is all over the place, and I can't think straight. I hear Sandra follow me closely; she stands right across me from the bed."What's wrong?" She asks in a concerned tone.Really? Did she just ask me that question?"Everything. Everything is wrong. Your Alpha," I spit out the word in disgust, "took me away from my home. No, he kidnapped me. Then he brought me here against my free will and is now forcing me to help him.""Not only that, he sees me and then magically claims I'm his mate. Everything is wrong. Everything is terribly wrong." I rant like a crazy person.She just stares at me. I know she can't relate. In her mind, she might think this is a good thing. Being the second chance mate to an alpha is a big thing, but not to me.I already have a family, a man that I lo