Stephanie’s Perspective:I was aware of my issues with emotional control, which is why I couldn't face visiting my parents just yet. The guilt weighed on me, especially since my mother had just given birth and my father was now in intensive care. I had received word that my father and his men had been ambushed by rogues while returning to my former pack.Everyone anticipated that my mother would give birth to another boy; however, she had a girl instead. The sonogram had misleadingly suggested the presence of a penis, but it turned out to be merely the umbilical cord.I called Crystal, now back in the packhouse and in her own room thanks to Linda. I asked her to tell our parents that I don't hate them. Rather, I am a danger to be around until I can control my emotions and my magic.I had never deeply appreciated how blessed I was to have Linda as a friend. She provided the tough love I needed. Without her physically pulling me out of that bed, I don’t know how much longer I would have
Stephanie’s Perspective:As the driver for I and Brock navigated the winding road towards the Silverton pack territory, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The truth about my parentage had shaken me to the core, leaving me feeling as if I was floating in a sea of lies and deceit. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of her unborn twin boys, a reminder of the new life I was about to bring into this world.The cool autumn air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. My mate, Alpha Brock, sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh in a silent show of support. I glanced at him, grateful for his unwavering presence in my life, especially in this tough time for me.As we arrived at the Silverton pack territory, I felt a mix of apprehension and determination swirling within me. I knew I needed to confront my parents, to demand answers and closure, no matter how painful the t
Third-Party Perspective:As the Suburban sped down the back road, the trees blurred past in a green and golden haze, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within the vehicle. Stephanie's grip on Brock's hand tightened with each wave of pain that wracked her body, her forehead beaded with sweat despite the cool autumn air seeping through the cracked window.Brock's heart raced as he watched his mate, Stephanie, contort in agony on his lap. He couldn't bear to see her in such pain, but he knew that they were running out of time. The driver's voice cut through the air, a note of urgency lacing his words as he asked if they needed to pull over.Stephanie knew time was not on their side, and she felt a growing urgency to act. Accustomed to living without powers, she had forgotten that she could simply wish herself and Brock directly into the safety of the pack hospital. "No, keep going," I gasped, clutching at Brock with one hand while the other grasped at the shards of my fading humanit
Brock's perspective: I crouched by Stephanie's side, stroking her pale cheek, willing her to fight through. Dr. Mildred was a blur of motion, her hands swift and sure as she worked to stop the bleeding, her brow furrowed with concentration, her lips moving in silent prayer or perhaps a list of medical steps. The clock on the wall ticked in mockery of my racing heart, its hands moving too slowly for my liking. It seemed time itself had conspired to increase the torture, drawing out each moment into an unbearable eternity. Minutes - or was it hours? - passed and finally, Dr. Mildred straightened with a tired sigh, peeling off her gloves. "We've managed to stop the bleeding," she announced, her eyes meeting mine. It was the first hope I'd clung to since it had all begun.With that small reassurance, I allowed myself to draw a breath, my grip on Stephanie's hand loosening just slightly. Then the heart monitor screamed out with a shrill tone showing Stephanie's heart had stoppe
Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Six: Ezra, Enzo, and Esme's Fate Stephanie's Perspective: Time has passed swiftly, and the triplets have become a source of both worry and profound anguish. Aware that the moon goddess foretold the darkness in one of my children, I also clung to her assurance that we could save this child. She warned me of the numerous trials Esme would face, yet I was unprepared for the extent of her frailty and deformity. Parenting in such conditions leaves me at a loss. Each night, I plead with the moon goddess for guidance, as it is I who feels covered in darkness. Yet I heard nothing from her. It almost feels like punishment. I am a fierce Alpha female of the pack, I had made it through giving birth to triplets - Ezra, Enzo, and Esme. I remembered how much when the boys were born, how much Ezra and Enzo, were identical in every way, with their light blonde hair to me. But it was Esme, the runt of the litter, who stood out with her black hair that mirrored her father,
As I stood in front of this tall glass building at the edge of the city I felt both excited and nervous at the same time. The sign on the building, "Sicurezza del Pacchetto Ombra" was a proud one for me, as it depicted the place where I hoped to spend my summer internship as an intern.It had been my decision to leave my pack in order to study at a university run by humans. Well, technically, I am still part of my pack, and I am now only considered to be temporarily away from my pack due to my schooling. Since my father is the Alpha, he made sure that I was attending a school that was close enough for me to check in on a monthly basis with him.I also didn't benefit from arguing. Despite how much I liked my pack, I wanted to be on a different continent. The distance between me and my family was a hundred miles, but I had to accept it. From my father's perspective, it was the farthest I could be away from them.Eventually, my friends tried to talk me into staying, finding my mate, mayb
Keeping my human legs moving as fast as I could, which was faster than most humans by a wide margin. As though death was knocking on my door, my heart pounded. The thought of him coming out of another room with another she-wolf, with what I am sure was sexual pleasure, made me feel sick to my stomach. At the moment, I hate him, but I also find myself extremely attracted to him. The thing about me I hate right now is that I am drawn to a light like a moth to a flame that zaps it to death.My internship would have been crucial to my graduation requirements from the university next year, which is why it sucks. Unfortunately, I will have to beg my father for an internship, which means I'll have to move back home and travel with him to work. I hate doing this; however, Brock Simmons is a threat to my way of life, and I must do what I can to avoid him.I am the daughter of an entrepreneur with an international and statewide chain of hotels that are usually only accessible to the very elite.
Alpha Brock –Greyson, were you able to follow the crazy lady that recently left my office?”Looking at me like I was crazy, he laughed, “Alpha, why would you want to find a crazy person? Do we not have enough of those already?”“Yeah, I know that crazy people follow us every day, but my wolf wants this crazy woman. Don't ever ask me if she's my mate. I didn't smell the wonderful scent we learned about when we first started learning about the effects of mate bonds. There was no scent at all on that woman. My gut tells me there's more to her, and for some reason she's hiding it.""It's possible you're right, Alpha. She suddenly turned as I was following her, and I could swear she was sniffing after me. Her fingers were fumbling for her keys when she suddenly stopped and flagged down a taxi, pushing a man almost on his behind away from the cab. As I was following her, I got a cab, but her driver was much more experienced with losing people. Before we had barely begun to follow her taxi,