Sophia’s POV A familiar voice interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to find Tyler making his way toward me through the crowd. His smile is warm and genuine, and he strides toward me, taking a seat beside me. “Why are you sitting here all alone, Sophia?” Tyler asks, his brow furrowed with concern. “You’re not really enjoying the party, are you?” I glance at him and force a smile. “No, Tyler, I am. It’s just... I’m not really used to these kinds of social gatherings, you know? But I’m glad you convinced me to come.” He studies my face for a moment, seemingly unconvinced by my response. “You’re hiding in your shell again, Soph. You need to try to interact more, let loose. Don’t let your shyness hold you back.” I sigh softly, realizing that I haven’t shared the progress I’ve made with him about moving out. I take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts before speaking. “Tyler, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m almost done with the preparation. I should be able to move out soon.”

Sophia’s POVAlexander’s face softens, his eyes glistening with unspoken emotions. In that moment, I see recognition and a depth of feeling mirrored in his gaze. The dance floor fades away, and it’s just the two of us, enveloped in a bubble of shared memories and unspoken words.With my voice barely above a whisper, I find the courage to ask the question that lingers on my lips, desperate for confirmation. “Alexander, is it really you?”He hesitates for a moment, as if weighing his response, before nodding slowly. The corners of his mouth curl up into a gentle smile that I’ve longed to see again.“It’s me,” he says, his voice carrying the same warmth and familiarity that has etched itself deep within my heart.A rush of emotions floods through me, overwhelming and yet comforting. Tears well up in my eyes as I take a step closer, my hand reaching out hesitantly, trembling with a mixture of anticipation and longing.“May I... may I see your face?” I ask, my voice barely audible amidst t

Alexander’s POVAs I reflect on my past actions, I realize that my fear and insecurities led me to make choices that hurt Sophia deeply. I ran away from her because I couldn’t reconcile the differences between our worlds. The idea of a powerful alpha like me being in love with a human seemed inconceivable. I thought I was protecting her by staying away, shielding her from the dangers and complexities of my life.But as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I felt an emptiness consuming me. I couldn’t deny the truth any longer—I was in love with Sophia, and I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. It became clear that I couldn’t simply stay away and ignore the depth of my feelings.With determination in my heart, I made a decision. I would find a way to make Sophia understand and accept my world, to slowly introduce her to the intricacies of being an alpha and the life within the Shadow Moon Pack. It wouldn’t be an easy task, but I was willing to put in the effort an

Alexander’s POVI sit in my office, surrounded by a sea of reports and paperwork. The dim light of my desk lamp creates a cozy atmosphere, but my focus is unwaveringly fixed on the reports handed to me by one of my betas earlier today.As Alpha, it's my duty to oversee the affairs of our pack and address any internal issues that may arise. This particular report has piqued my interest, as it hints at something more sinister. I can't help but suspect foul play from those who aspire to take my place as Alpha.Furrowing my brow, I lean forward and delve into the reports, examining each line meticulously. The words blur together as I absorb the information, my mind racing to unravel the hidden truths buried within. My office becomes my fortress, shielding me from the distractions of the outside world as I immerse myself in the intricacies of our pack's affairs.Years of experience as a leader have honed my instincts, enabling me to sense the undercurrents of ambition and envy among those

Sophia’s POVI sit in my room, surrounded by a stack of unopened mail. I flip through the envelopes absentmindedly, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of internships and career prospects. I have applied to several hospitals, hoping to secure a position for the summer, but the lack of response is beginning to dampen my spirits.Just as I’m about to give up hope, a notification pops up on my phone screen. It’s an email from Grace Hospital, and my heart skips a beat. I eagerly click on the message, my eyes scanning the words as they appear before me.“Congratulations!” The email begins. “We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted for an internship position at Grace Hospital.”I can’t believe my luck. Out of all the hospitals I have applied to, it’s Grace Hospital that has responded first. I have heard stories about the intensity and demanding nature of internships there, especially from my friend Lily, who has completed her training at the same institution. But I am determin