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°Jeremy’s POV°The wedding planning started almost immediately.Like grief had a deadline.Invitations. Venues. Guest lists. Fabric swatches…..All laid out on the dining table that used to be ours. Amy moved through it all with this strange efficiency—calm, focused, like if she slowed down for even a second, something might catch up to her.I stayed out of it of course.Not because I didn’t care…..because caring felt like pressing on a bruise just to remind myself it was there.Sometimes I’d come home and hear her on the phone, pacing, talking about flowers or colors or seating arrangements. Her voice sounded lighter than it had in months….not happier….just… resolved.Nathan was around more too.Always polite and always saying the right things at the right time.Steady.The house felt smaller the closer the wedding got, even Marcus started avoiding lingering too long in shared spaces.One evening, I went to pay Nathan a visit, I had started to accept that I was never going to earn

° Amy's POV°The very moment I heard that the police were packed at Jeremy's mansion my first concern was Eli….or maybe the disbelief that he could do something so disdainful.Or maybe cheating on Jeremy was the disdainful thing. I still hadn't shaken off the thought of the shock on his face when I broke the news of I and Nathan's relationship….it was one of those days when I still hated Jeremy, one of those days when I still blamed him for taking away the little happiness I had found…. maybe if he hadn't appeared, or better still if he was dead, perhaps Christian would be alive…. but even Christian was an asshole…It was one of those mornings Jeremy went to work, and Eli went to school…..Nathan came around, I could recognize him at first glance, Alpha of Grandma Lydia's pack.At first I tried to make a sentence, but I didn't know how to begin, maybe he knew me, maybe he'd tell Grandma Lydia, remind her of the ungrateful bitch who left without saying a good bye.He was looking for J

° Amy’s POV ° I didn’t realize how tight my chest had been until the gates closed behind me. The sound was quiet, but it settled something in me….just a little. I parked in front of the house and stayed there for a second, my fingers resting on the steering wheel. The building stood the same…..tall as always. It didn’t look like a place where someone had died…..It didn’t look like a place that had lost its Alpha. “Mom?” Eli’s voice pulled me out of it. I blinked and turned to him. He was watching me carefully, like he had been doing for a while. “We’re here,” I said, softer this time. He nodded and unbuckled himself before I could help him. By the time I stepped out, a guard was already approaching. He opened Eli’s door, but Eli had already jumped down, moving straight to my side. I noticed that. How close he stayed. Not clinging. Just… close….. the poor kid had been through a lot…. I guess… We walked inside together. The doors opened, and the house greeted us with tha

°Amy’s POV° I let out a slow breath. It came out shaky. My heart was beating so loud it felt like it had moved up into my ears. Every thump echoed through my head, heavy and uneven. The room felt smaller than it should have. Too quiet and too tense. “Rip her apart.” Gia’s voice slid through my mind, low and dangerous. “Tear her into shreds… and anyone who'd pose a threat to our son.” There was no hesitation in her voice. No confusion. Gia already knew what she wanted to do. She was ready. But me? I wasn’t ready for anything yet. My thoughts felt tangled. Like someone had dropped a thousand puzzle pieces into my head and expected me to make sense of them in five seconds. Nothing made sense. Nathan was gone. Jeremy was not here. And somehow Mia was standing in front of me talking about my son like he was a problem she needed to fix. Across the room, Mia stood by the large glass windows now. The modern ones Nathan had installed last year. She reached out and pushed

°Amy’s POV° Meeting him right here in the woods wasn’t surprising, but it still wasn’t something I had been expecting. The night had already been strange enough on its own. The air felt too thick, like it was pressing down on my skin, and every sound carried farther than it should have. Even the wind through the trees had this low, restless hum to it, like it knew something I didn’t. So when I saw him standing there, half-shadowed between the trees, it didn’t shock me the way it should have. It just….. settled into the night, like he belonged there. I scoffed before I could stop myself, shaking my head slightly. Of course he was here. Of course. I folded my arms loosely, more out of habit than confidence, and looked at him properly. “You shouldn’t be here,” I told him. My voice came out steadier than I felt, which was good, because the last thing I needed was for him to hear anything uncertain in it. “I don’t need to explain to you why I am here,” he said, frowning. That an