VERENA“I’m thinking of telling Ezra tomorrow,” I announce, my voice laced with a hint of nervousness. The moment the words leave my lips, a myriad of emotions flickers across Elijah’s face—shock, surprise and something else I can’t understand. His jaw clenches for a brief moment, then relaxes, but the tension remains etched in the lines around his eyes. “I won’t be staying tomorrow,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Since I couldn’t go tonight, I will have to leave as soon as the storm stops. Pack matters need my attention.” A wave of disappointment washes over me. A selfish part of me wishes he can stay tomorrow. “So you won’t be able to talk to him tomorrow?” I ask, a tremor in my voice betraying my intention to sound unbothered. “No, I won’t.” He says, his eyes watching me. A flicker of hurt flickers across his face, a subtle shift in him that does not escape my notice. I can sense the sadness in him. “I can tell him when you’re here again,” I offer, my voice soft. His eyes
VERENAHe will. With a sigh, I push myself out of bed and put on my clothes. Given how feral Elijah can be in bed, I’m glad that my clothes are intact. He used to rip off my clothes during our marriage and promised to buy me new ones. He kept his promise. And I used to love that. It made me happy knowing that he wanted me, even if it was just for my body. The memory makes my chest feel heavy. No, don’t doubt it. That was a different time. As I step out of the room and walk down the stairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee tickles my nose. Maria bustles around the kitchen, barking orders at the two maids who have returned to their duties today. “Good morning!” I chirp, a wide smile stretching across my face. My voice sounds definitely bubblier than usual, the events of last night still making my heart flutter. Maria raises an eyebrow as she turns towards me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “You seem to be floating on air this morning,” she remarks, and her gaze flits down to the
VERENAMy heart thumps on reading his text. ‘I just asked. It was a hypothetical question.’ ‘At least you know the answer now. I’m looking forward to fucking you again.’ His text reads and I feel a tingle rush down my waist and heat pool between my legs. My heart hammers against my ribs. I stand before the mirror and with a practiced hand, blend the concealer into the skin of my neck, hiding the hickey successfully. I sigh in relief. Now, nobody will know.Tiptoeing towards Ezra’s room, I find him nestled under the covers, sleeping peacefully. He is clutching his favorite action figure against his heaving chest. A soft breath escapes my lips as my gaze falls on the floor. Scattered Lego blocks lie strewn across the carpet. As usual, he forgets to clean them after playing with them.My heart swells with relief while I pick them up from the floor and put them inside the toy box. It's a sign that he’s really back to his normal self, playing like he usually does. I am grateful that th
VERENAEzra shrugs, his small shoulders slumping slightly. He casts his gaze down at the colorful pattern of the bedspread, his playful demeanor replaced by a sudden shyness. "I know he's my daddy," he whispers, the words so quiet I almost miss them.My heart stutters in my chest, a cold wave washing over me. He knows?The scene from lunch, the way he sat with Elijah. It all makes sense. The realization dawns on me. Was this why? How could I have been so blind?A tense silence stretches between us, heavy with unspoken emotions. My mind races, searching for the right words, the right way to handle this unexpected revelation.I planned to tell him when Elijah would be here again. But it seems that he already knows.“How…did you know, sweetie?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper. My throat tightens, a lump forming that makes swallowing difficult.He looks up at me, his eyes filled with a sadness that mirrors the ache in my heart. “I don’t know,” he mumbles, kicking his little legs back and
VERENA“Are you still angry at him?” he asks, and I shake my head.“No.”“Will you two be together?”“Do you want us to be together?” I ask, and he nods."I want to be with both daddy and mommy. Together." The simple wish echoes in my head. The corners of my eyes sting with tears. I pull him into another tight hug, the weight of his words pressing down on me. "We will be together, sweetheart," I promise him.Then I frown as a thought crosses my mind. “Sweetie, if you knew for so long, why didn’t you say anything about it?” I ask.“I didn’t know what to say or how to say it. I was confused. I thought maybe he doesn't want me. So I did not say anything,” Ezra mutters under his breath, the sadness latching to his voice. His shoulders hunch, and he buries his face in my waist.“No, baby. He wants you more than anything in this world. He loves you a lot,” I whisper, stroking his hair gently.“I want to see him,” Ezra mumbles, and I hum.“You will. He is eager to see you too.”“Then why did
VERENAAn hour passes by, making the anticipation rise in my chest while I work. He must be busy with his pack work.Ding!My heart leaps into my chest as I hear my phone vibrate, and I quickly snatch it from the desk, checking his message.‘You told him?’‘No. He knew and asked me about it,’ I reply.There’s no response from him. He’s definitely processing what I just said. I wait for a few minutes, and his reply arrives.‘What did he say? Does he hate me?’ I can feel the fear radiating off his message.‘No. But he wants to know why you didn’t tell him. I explained to him. He wants to meet you.’Ding!‘I want to see him too. I will come to the pack this weekend and talk to him.’‘That will be good.’‘I hope he will forgive me,’ his message reads, and I sigh.‘He doesn't hate you. He wants us to be together.’Silence.Ding!‘I want that too. Looking forward to it.’I smile at his message. I am eager to meet him again.The light from the desktop screen casts long shadows across my desk
VERENAMy anger evaporates and is replaced by a wave of concern.The words I have rehearsed to confront him die on my lips. “What happened to you?” I ask, worry lacing my voice.Carlisle’s head jerks up slowly, his gaze landing on me with a delayed reaction. “Hi to you too,” he mutters, his voice hoarse. A weak smile plays on his lips. The smile doesn't reach his eyes.I approach Carlisle, my steps quieter than usual. The plaster cast on his head seems to mock his usual composure. Did he fight with someone?“How did this happen?” I ask, my voice softer than intended.He blows out a breath that ruffles the hair at his temple. “Can I get a drink?” he rasps, his voice rough.Part of me wants to press him for answers, but the exhaustion etched on his face silences my protests. I nod and pad to the bar. I grab a bottle of scotch and pour him a glass, the ice clinking softly against the rim.He takes a long gulp, his hand wrapping loosely around the cool glass. Then, with a loud sigh, he le
VERENAThe memory of the jagged scar running down Elijah’s eye flashes through my mind. I remember him telling how hard it is to battle them, of the pain he has to go through. If even powerful Alphas like Elijah and Carlisle struggle, then what hope do I have?A wave of icy terror washes over me, constricting my chest and making it hard to breathe. My palms feel sweaty despite the air conditioner running perfectly fine inside the living room.Carlisle meets my gaze, his eyes filled with an emotion I can’t understand. The hardness that has settled a moment ago melts away, replaced by a flicker of concern. “I saw your messages,” he says, his voice calmer than before. “How’s Ezra?”I purse my lips. He doesn't know—not about the full extent of what Ezra had faced. I only messaged him about transferring Ezra to the hospital and about the blood transfusion. “He’s…better,” I manage, the word catching my throat.Carlisle’s chest visibly relaxes, a sigh escaping his lips. "That's good news," h