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A Night After Many Nights.

°Amy's POV °The shower felt too good… too calm… too unlike the chaos in my head.The warm water, soft steam, and expensive soap that smelled like flowers I couldn’t even name.I stepped out slowly, still thinking about, Grandma Lydia and how disappointed she'd be if she found out I'd left, she'd called me ungrateful maybe, and about Mia…. and Christian, I thought of the happy look on Eli’s face as he ran upstairs with the maids, I thought about this mansion, about Jeremy, about the stupid way my chest tightened whenever he looked at me like he still owned pieces of me.I wrapped myself in the towel the maid had left for me earlier…..it was fluffy and warm, almost swallowing me.But my hair was dripping down my shoulders, little drops of water trails sliding down my back.Everything felt… too open, and for a moment, too exposed.I was reaching for the robe when…..The door clicked.I froze, spinning around like if I didn't I was gonna get harmed or something.Then Jeremy stepped insid

Miss and Mrs....

° Amy’s POV °The knock didn’t come.The door just flew open like whoever was on the other side had misplaced the concept of manners entirely.“Where the fuck is she?!”The voice was sharp.The kind of voice that had never been told no and clearly didn’t expect today to be the day.I straightened slowly, fingers still curled into fists , as my reflection stared back at me ….. the towel secure in its place on my body, my hair damp, and my eyes steady.Jeremy’s fiancée stood in the doorway like a headline.Tall, perfect posture, hair that looked like it had never met humidity. She wore white , not soft white, but the aggressive kind that screamed I belong here.Her eyes landed on me.Paused.Then flicked down.Then back up again.Oh.I smiled.Not a big one. Just enough to be annoying.“I’m guessing you’re not looking for the towels,” I said.I didn't know who she really was, but in that moment, so much dislike for her had grown within me.Her brows pulled together. “Excuse me?”Jeremy

One Heir Is Enough.

Amy's POV.I smirked.Not because I was winning or because I felt powerful or any of that nonsense people like to attach meaning to. I smirked because Claire looked like she’d rehearsed this moment in her head all night… and it still wasn’t going the way she wanted.She stood there at the bottom of the stairs, still flanked by her three suitcases like backup dancers that had missed their cue. Her shoulders were stiff, her face calm in that brittle way people get when they’re holding themselves together with spite and caffeine.I took one more step down, slow and unbothered.“Did you need help with those?” I asked. “Because I’m not great with luggage, but I’m excellent at moral support.”She didn’t laugh. “I’m not here for jokes,” she said.“Pity,” I replied. “They’re free.”She turned fully toward me then, her eyes sharp, scanning me like she was looking for cracks and I let her. I wasn’t in the mood to hide anything this morning.“You stayed,” she said.I nodded. “Seems that way.” I

Relatable...

°Amy’s POV °The words dropped into the room like someone had turned off gravity.They didn’t echo and they didn’t need to. They just sat there, heavy and undeniable, while everyone tried to figure out where to put their faces.Claire blinked first.Once.Twice.Like maybe she’d misheard him, like maybe this was some inside joke she hadn’t been invited to.“What did you just say?” she asked, very calmly. Jeremy didn’t move from the railing. He didn’t straighten up or puff his chest or do any of the dramatic Alpha things people expected from him. He just rubbed a hand over his face, slow and tired.“I said one heir is enough.”The maids froze mid-step. One of them was holding a suitcase halfway up the stairs, like a paused video.Claire laughed.It was sharp and quick and wrong. “You’re joking.”He didn’t answer.That’s when she turned to me.Her eyes dragged over me like they were looking for dirt, for proof, for something she could grab and throw.“You planned this,” she said. “You

I No Longer Have My Wolf.....

°Amy’s POV°The morning hit like any other, but quieter. No Claire drama echoing through the halls. Just the usual chaos of getting Eli ready for his first day at the new school.Eli was buzzing….little guy had his backpack on backwards at first, stuffed with crayons and a snack I’d packed way too many options for. He kept running circles around the kitchen island, asking if the other kids would like dinosaurs or superheroes better.I was half-asleep, sipping coffee that tasted like regret from staying up too late thinking about everything. Jeremy was already downstairs, dressed sharp as always…..crisp shirt, sleeves rolled up, looking like he owned the world but didn’t want to today.He glanced at Eli, then at me. “Ready to roll?”I nodded, he grabbed his keys even though he was driving. We piled into his SUV. Eli in the back, kicking his legs against the seat, chattering about recess and making friends. Jeremy drove smoothly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear

I Looked Away First....

°Amy's POV° “ I know…..I’m sorry,” he said. “I lost it back there. I know. I shouldn’t have…..” “That is all you can say?” The words snapped out before I could soften them. I turned to him, eyes burning. “ If we’d hit that car, if something had happened to me…..to Eli waiting at home—” My voice cracked on Eli’s name. Jeremy’s jaw tightened. He looked out the windshield, hazel eyes fixed on nothing. “I know what I took from you.” “No,” I whispered. “You don’t. You really don’t.” He dragged a hand through his brown hair, pushing it back from his face. It fell right back into place, messy the way it always did when he was stressed. “Tell me, then. Yell at me. Whatever you need. Just… don’t shut me out again.” I laughed, but it came out wet. “You want me to yell? Fine. You scared the hell out of me. You always do this—get angry, push too hard, drive too fast, like the world has to bend because you’re mad. And I’m the one left shaking.” His head dropped. “ That's not what I’m trying

Hadn't Felt That In Years......

°Jeremy's POV°I stood in the doorway watching Amy chop vegetables like her life depended on getting the carrots perfectly even. The knife thumped against the cutting board in a steady rhythm. Eli was upstairs showering off playground dirt, singing some made-up song about dinosaurs at the top of his lungs.Amy hadn’t looked at me once since we got home.I leaned against the frame, arms crossed. “Need help?”She shook her head without turning. “I got it.”Okay. Cool. Silence it was.I walked in anyway, grabbed a bell pepper from the pile, and started slicing. She glanced over, golden eyes narrowing for a second, then went back to her carrots.We worked like that for a few minutes…..side by side, not talking, just the sound of knives and Eli’s off-key singing drifting down the stairs.Finally she spoke. “You don’t have to babysit me in the kitchen, Jeremy.”“Not babysitting,” I said. “Helping. There’s a difference.”She snorted softly. “Sure.”I set my knife down. “Amy.”She kept chop

Meeting My Early End.

°Jeremy's POV°I stood in the kitchen doorway, coffee in hand, watching Amy pack Eli's lunch like it was a job she had to do perfectly even though I'd told her countless times to let the maids take care of it, but Amy didn't listen anyway, claiming that no one could take care of her son any better. Our little guy was at the table, legs swinging, telling us about how he was gonna be a firefighter-astronaut today. The driver honked outside. Eli hopped down, backpack bouncing, and ran for his hugs. He squeezed my leg first, then launched at Amy. She knelt, fixed his crooked name tag, kissed his cheek."Be good, okay? Mommy loves you.""Love you more!" he yelled, already out the door.The door slammed and the house went quiet.I waited a beat, then tried again. "So... tonight. The meeting."Amy didn't look up. She was sealing Eli's juice box with more focus than it needed…. "Jeremy.""Come on. It's one meeting. Elders just wanna talk pack business."She zipped the lunch bag, and finally

Seduction.

°Jeremy's POV °“Ohh…” I groaned, my head aching badly as if something had clogged the veins in my forehead, at first all I could see was a blur vision of white coats, and the sound of metal against metal….I heard the muffled voice of a man saying “stop the bleeding” …. the room was filled with a mix of nauseating scents, my heart raced faster than it should , sweat trickled down the sides of my face, and my mouth tasted bitter…“He's gaining consciousness!” One female voice alarmed the rest of the people there, and that was when I felt something sharp pierce my skin.But I felt worse….“The sedative isn't working!” The terrified lady announced again, she was reeking with anxiety.“Give him more!” The man thundered.“Giving him more will only speed up the wolfsbane,” Another lady argued with confidence.“Doc, I think he's shifting!” The terrified lady announced, this time she was rather surprised.Was I? I didn't feel anything….it was like I'd been swallowed by a black hole, but my bo

The Engagement.

°Jeremy’s POV°Amy didn’t come by when I got discharged.Not because she couldn’t.She just… didn’t.I told myself it was nothing. She’d been around while I was in the hospital. She’d talked to me. Held my hand. Yelled at doctors when they got too close.So yeah. She knew I was fine.Maybe she just needed space.Marcus showed up with the driver late afternoon.He didn’t say much. Just that quiet smile of his, the one that made it hard to tell if he was amused or already ten steps ahead of everyone else.“It’s good to have you back,” he said, opening the door.I got in.“I heard about the nurse,” I said on the drive.“Yeah,” he replied. “Unfortunate.”That was Marcus for you.“We’ll compensate her family,” I muttered. “Do right by them.”He nodded. “Of course.”The rest of the ride passed quietly.When we got home, the house felt… off.Not empty. Just wrong.Amy’s jacket was on the chair. Her shoes by the door.She was home.I walked inside and found her in the kitchen, leaning against

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