Ava's POVAs soon as we stepped into the house, a man whom I guessed was the butler walked over to where we stood and greeted us as he gestured to some staff to go and get our smaller bags from the car. "Alpha Logan, it's such a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." "I know right? It's been a while." Turning to me, he continued "Good evening my lady, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm Kendrick the butler." He was visibly older than Logan and I put together but he was still as agile as ever. I took his extended arm and proceeded to introduce myself. "Well, there's not much introduction to do. I'm Ava Silverpelt but you can call me Ava." Smiling, he turned to Logan who smiled back and then he turned back to address me. "As you can visibly see, I'm a man of age," he chuckled, using one hand to cover his mouth as if he didn't want Logan to hear what he was going to say next he continued, "But I'm young at heart." We all laughed and then he picked up from where he stopped.

The personal study of the Alpha contained both old books and cutting-edge technology in equal measure. It was a silent strength that emanated from the chamber, which was a metaphor of his leadership as Alpha. Not only was the palace a place of residence, but it was also a dynamic combination of legacy and innovation, which reflected the determination of the pack to embrace the future while still paying homage to its origins. As soon as we got back downstairs, a man whom I guessed was the butler walked over to where we stood and greeted us as he gestured to some staff to go and get our smaller bags from the car. "Alpha Logan, it's such a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." "I know right? It's been a while." Turning to me, he continued "Good evening my lady, it's a pleasure to have you. I'm Kendrick the butler." He was visibly older than Logan and I put together but he was still as agile as ever. I took his extended arm and proceeded to introduce myself. "Well,

Logan's POV For the side dish, we were served Mexican rice. The rice grains glistened with a subtle sheen, hinting at the savory broth in which they had been simmered to perfection. Diced vegetables, like confetti, adorned the dish—bright pops of red from tomatoes, emerald green from cilantro, and the earthy tones of sautéed onions. The aromatic blend promised a symphony of tastes, while the fluffiness of the grains suggested a delicate balance between texture and flavor. This Mexican rice not only tantalized the taste buds but also added a visual feast to the table, embodying the essence of traditional and flavorful cuisine. They informed us that there was dessert just as we were on the verge of concluding our meal. There was also a Tres Leches dessert for that occasion. By virtue of its ethereal attraction, the cake, which was sitting on my plate, beckoned to me. A delightful mystery was concealed within its surface, which was a canvas made of golden sponge. Each piece of the cake

Aiden's POVI paced up and down in my study as I tried to place my hands on where to begin picking up my pieces from. I had played my cards the wrong way and now, I was reaping the repercussions. I wasn't ever a careful player, I was always reckless and every time things went wrong, I didn't seem to learn any lesson but maybe that was because things rarely went wrong and I always had my way.I finally realized that my way wasn't always the best way and sometimes, listening to others might save my ass from always getting burnt. I was stubborn and I knew it, I didn't appreciate the things nearest to me and I also knew it but one thing that was constant was that there was always a chance to start over and rewrite as much wrong as I could. I had started the process which began with bringing Isabella back home and although it was difficult, I had succeeded. One thing about her that I appreciated was the fact that she was good at making plans for anything, be it food, a trip, a party and al

Ava's POV It was set for six pm tonight and at four pm, neither I or the kids were ready yet. Forget about us, I couldn't even find Logan around the house. Strangling the kids wasn't easy because all they wanted to do was run around and play hide and seek. I had two problems, one was my worry about getting the kids ready and then they messed themselves up again and two, not getting them ready on time for me to get ready as well. Their nanny and I were trying our best but it wasn't enough. I felt like if their father was around he would make them do what they ought to do. After a while of searching without results, I decided to don't my way. I told the kids that If they didn't help us to help them get ready we would leave them at home which meant that there would be no popcorn or ice-cream for them either and that the other kids would be the ones to enjoy the party instead of them. At first, I seemed like they didn't care but slowly what I said started sinking in and gradually they f