After I Became Novels & Stories

“Well, your reputation is shit.” “So is yours,” I shoot back. “Yeah, but I’ve always been an asshole. Your asshole tendencies are new. People are noticing. And you’re getting worse.” After the accident, he doesn’t say. He doesn’t need to. I can pinpoint the day I became a different person. My dad’s death. The accident. Then my mom wasting away. Everything went to shit, and something inside me snapped. I can’t find my way back to the man I was before, and I don’t want to.

Reuben had proven to be persistent, and I had to remain vigilant. I immersed myself in my new job, finding joy in the art of brewing coffee and connecting with customers. I formed new friendships with my coworkers, who quickly became like a second family to me. The coffee shop became my sanctuary, a place where I could momentarily forget about the pain of my past and focus on building a brighter future. Weeks turned into months, and I settled into my new routine, finding stability and a sense of purpose. I watched my child grow and thrive, cherishing every precious moment we shared.

—AURORA’S POV— I inhaled the crisp morning air, accompanied by the cheerful melody of chirping birds. The sun shone brightly, casting its warm glow. My legs had fully recovered, and three days ago, I successfully underwent my first transformation. I felt an overwhelming sense of joy upon realizing that I held the position of a beta wolf.

I had evolved, transformed by the trials and tribulations that had shaped me. As I walked away, leaving behind the echoes of our shattered bond, I vowed to reclaim my agency, to navigate the treacherous terrain of life with renewed determination. The road ahead would be daunting, filled with new challenges and unforeseen twists, but I would face them head-on, armed with the strength of my convictions and the resilience of my spirit. And so, I continued my journey, the wind whispering secrets in my ear, as I embraced the unknown and embraced the woman I had become—a survivor, an adventurer, and above all, a force to be reckoned with.

Armed with newfound strength, she ventured back into the world, ready to embrace the challenges that lay ahead. No longer confined by the expectations of others, Zelda had become the author of her own narrative. The world around her shimmered with possibilities, her spirit ignited with a quiet determination. With every step she took, she carried within her the lessons learned, the wisdom earned, and a profound gratitude for the power of personal transformation.

Maybe Cheryl wouldn’t call me a pig any more. In addition to the physical training sessions, I got enrolled in a night class so I could learn a lot of stuff I missed out on in my childhood. By the time two months passed by, I had become a completely different person. My perspective on life completely changed from being pessimistic to becoming more optimistic.

Chapter 66 The days following the birth of our child were a blur of exhaustion, joy, and overwhelming emotion. I never expected the experience of becoming a mother to change me so completely. Holding my baby in my arms was like a dream, and at the same time, it felt like the weight of the world had shifted. I was no longer just Shania. I was someone’s mother, and the reality of that responsibility was both exhilarating and terrifying.

“And I made mine.” She slammed her hands on my desk, leaning forward. “Kai, you’re not the same. You changed the moment you woke up from that coma. You became someone else. You're not the man who was madly in love with me…” I scoffed, taking another sip of my drink. If only she knew. “I became someone who is not stupid enough to go back to a woman who abandoned him for dead. I have moved on,” I said simply. “You should do the same.”

We could only hope. Getting out of bed, I grabbed my clothes and walked ro the bathroon. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was quickly reminded that I was a sidereal person now- not the same person I used to be before. I had changed, both inside and out. It was really hard to judge if that was a good thing or a bad one. As soon as I was done brushing my teeth and glossing, I got changed into a blouse and skirt. It was the most professional thing that I owned right now, one of the reasons I couldn't wait to get my hands on my fiest paycheck so I could have some things upgraded ASAP.

A place I can no longer pretend isn’t his. I was done being the sad one in the group. I was done being the fragile one. I was done letting my trauma dictate who I could be. I chose to be someone else. Someone better. Someone lighter. I still remember the day I resumed work at Connor’s company—months ago for the first time after my surgery and Aaron’s sentencing. The shock on my parents’ faces when I put on a suit, grabbed my briefcase, and walked out the door ignoring every “Ethan wait—” and “Ethan please—you’re still recovering.”