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JOHN “You … you gave him my parents’ names?” He asked my mother in astonishment tilting his head in her direction. Mama just shrugged her shoulders. “It just felt the right thing to do. Your mother was like a mother to me while I was here. Her name wasn’t so used in our country, so I gave him your father’s name, too.” Mama said. “Well, in Greece, we call him Yianni, but he was baptized as Ioannis. I used to call him Johnie as a child, now I call him John.” She elaborated following us in the office. “What name do you prefer, son?” He asked me, sitting next to me on the couch. “John is fine, Dad.” The word dad just slipped out of my mouth, but it felt so natural. “Did you just call me dad?” He asked me with his eyes widening in surprise. I nodded. Shouldn’t I? “Thank you.” He hugged me again. “And thank you, too, lo… Ariadne. This… Today… This was an unexpected gift. Never in my wildest imagination could I think of having a son. And you … you to be back. My prayers were heard. Thi
ARIADNEI was hovering in front of his door, bringing all the courage in me to knock on it and face him after so many years. I was afraid of what I’d encounter inside. Maybe he was with his new Luna…Beta Richard would inform me if that was the case, wouldn’t he?I raised my hand, fisting my fingers, ready to tap the door, when it suddenly burst open.And there he was…Standing right in front of me. Real in the flesh and charming, as always. His deep blue ocean eyes bore into mine, piercing right into my soul. It reminded me so much of our first encounter. Back then, when I felt that click, the moment our eyes locked for the first time. His bright smile illuminated my day.He wasn’t smiling now. His face was full of surprise and disbelief. His eyes blinked and he rubbed them with his hand as if he was looking at a vision in front of him.But I wasn’t either a vision or a hallucination, and he wasn’t a figure in my dreams seeing him while I was asleep. I was right before him, staring in
(This chapter takes us back in time when David’s mother was still alive)LUNA PATRICIA The first time it happened, we were sitting in his office, discussing the new presentation of Ariadne’s hierarchy system, which would take place in Europe. The American Packs embraced the System, and we made it our mission to promote it worldwide in honor of our Luna.“How many copies of the manual should I take with me?” I asked my son, only to raise my gaze and see him breathing hard.“David, are you okay?” He didn’t answer back. He was just clutching at his stomach and kept taking deep breaths. The pain lasted almost half a minute. Then it stopped.“I had weird aches all day, but this one was worse.” He admitted, relieved that the pain was gone. Only to come again after a while. Then it stopped again. After a while, I suggested bringing the doctor over.“No, I’m fine.” He could mask it now, but I wasn’t missing the change in his breathing and his tight fists every time it happened.It carried on
DAVIDMom had described family ties’ activation as a reaction of our body’s blood recognizing its particles in someone else. In my younger years, all kinds of bonds were a topic of discussion with her. As for our family tie, she admitted that she couldn’t explain it well since she only experienced it once, and the overwhelming joy of giving birth to me overshadowed the bonding experience. Dad couldn’t form words to help me either, as he was so emotional, so he just shared his memory.Wolves had the ability to share memories. Memories, even from their childhood.But right at this moment, staring into this boy’s eyes and feeling our family tie solidify was beyond imagination. I had ruled out all possibilities of being a father, and it felt like I was experiencing something out of this world.It reminded me of my bond with Ariadne when it snapped into place.The time stopped, and everything was drawing me to her. A plethora of emotions were swarming into me at that moment. Love, adoration
JOHNMom was sad when she found out about my grandmother’s death. She apologized to me, but I already knew. Mr. Richard’s tour on the Alpha floor a while ago had given me the hint, and my assumptions were proven right with Dad’s words that she had passed away.However, I felt relieved that I met her at least once.‘After we shift, I can show you our memory.’ Atlas surprised me.‘How?’ I was confused now.‘It’s a wolf trait. All your memories are etched into your brain. Growing up, you forget them. But that doesn’t mean that they are erased. I can search for them and bring them back, showing them to you as if you relive them. I could do that now, but it’ll be the first time, and it’d take much of my energy. Dad said he would help us shift tonight, so I must be strong.’‘Ok. I can wait. What were you discussing with Dad’s wolf?’‘Oh, this and that. He’s happy to have a son to pass the pack to. Dad’s wolf, Zeus, didn’t want to give the pack to Herc, Ian’s wolf.’‘Ian? I’ve heard that name
ARIADNE~My dearest Ariadne.Everybody mourned in this pack when you left. Every pack member, especially the children, missed their Luna. I missed my daughter, and my son missed his mate.I took your side when you left; I blamed my son for what he did to you, but with the help of the pack, I came to understand that it was something that couldn’t have been avoided. Although David’s actions were completely absurd and criminal, punishable by law, I managed to see reason in them. David came clear in front of the pack and told them the truth. Just how it happened. The pack accepted his actions and supported their Alpha even when he wanted to give up his title. I forgave him too for his actions. For hurting you in the process. I hope you have forgiven him as well.The reason for doing so? The new life you created. My dear little boy, John Patrick.Thank you for bringing him into this world. You could have gotten rid of him. But you didn’t!Thank you for giving him both my mate’s and my name
I turned the volume down as the last notes of one of my favorite songs ended. I heaved a deep sigh. A wave of nostalgia came over me.I took my glasses, steadied them on my nose, grabbed my recipe book, and started searching for the chocolate cake recipe. It was my son’s favorite, and I would definitely bake it for his fifteenth birthday tomorrow.I scanned through the ingredients, adding the ones I needed to my cellphone’s shopping list."Mamá?" My son’s inquiring voice echoed."Hmmm," I answered, deeply concentrated on my task."Can you say that again?" he asked.I turned to him, raising an eyebrow."I didn’t say anything, honey."Confusion was written on his face. Anxiety, fear, and desperation as well."Ok, mamá" he whispered.A sudden feeling of dread came rushing through me, and I couldn’t help but ask."Is someone talking to you?""No, mamá," was his immediate response."You know you can trust me, right?""I know," he whispered again. He took a moment and spoke again."But I do
ARIADNEAnother summer day in Greece, and there’s no better place to be than the beach: golden sand and turquoise crystal-clear waters. The scorching heat is torturing your body summoning you to dive into the sea.It’s Saturday, and as always, at the weekends or whenever we have the chance, we head to one of the numerous coasts on the island on which we’ve resided for the last three years.Living on an island like ours is ideal. It is quiet in winter, but the exact opposite in summer. Crowded with mostly families - and not wild teenagers who drink what is potable-. Full of shops, restaurants, activities, and events. It’s simply perfect. It feels like a never-ending vacation. Plus, it’s a safe place to raise your children.My name is Ariadne Riga. Age 30. I am married to my lovely husband, Theo Nikolaou, who is a couple of years older than me. He is the love of my life, my best friend, my all.We met at the university when we were studying together at the Department of Business Adminis