Aurora’s POV Despite my best efforts to guard my heart, I found myself falling for Caden all over again. I tried. I tried so fucking hard not to fall after what happened but I couldn’t. My fragile heart has always been in love with him. I used to think I only loved Alpha Caden as my best friends’ father but as I grew older, I started having more thoughts about him. What he would look like shirtless below his waist. Hell, my first porn was about an older guy with a sixteen year old girl. I didn’t give it much of a thought but now, I am seeing it more clearly. I have wanted him even before I fell in love with him. I wanted to fuck him even when I was sixteen. Each thoughtful gesture, each surprise, slowly chipped away at the walls I had built around my emotions. Every time I thought of him, a warmth spread through me, my skin heating and my heart racing uncontrollably.It was maddening, this tug-of-war between my heart and my mind. My heart yearned to be with him, to embrace the con

Aurora’s POV I lay in bed, Eva's words echoing in my mind, a constant reminder of her growing weakness and our extraordinary bond with Caden. The weight of the revelation pressed heavily on my chest, making it hard to breathe. My thoughts churned, a whirlwind of emotions—fear, anger, confusion, and an unexpected tenderness towards Caden.Just as I was sinking deeper into my turmoil, I heard sounds from the front door. My heightened senses, a gift of my new lycan form, picked up the faint murmur of voices. I focused, honing in on the conversation outside."...I'm here to see Little— Aurora," Caden's voice, strong and steady, reached my ears."Why? Why are you going to see her?" Lucas's voice was sharp, filled with incredulity and barely contained rage."It's complicated, Lucas. Aurora and I... we're together. We are mates.” He sounded so confident and determined. The confession made my heart skip a beat. Despite everything, Caden was willing to face his son and declare his intention

Alpha Caden’s POV I knelt beside Aurora, the weight of the situation began to fully sink in. The reality of having a baby at forty-two years old hit me like a tidal wave. I already had twenty-three-year-old children, and now I was about to start all over again. And with my children's best friend, no less. It felt surreal, almost unbelievable.I stood up slowly, moving back to my chair, and sat down heavily. My mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Joy, fear, confusion, and a hint of guilt battled for dominance. I glanced at Aurora, her eyes still glistening with tears, and felt a surge of protective instinct. Yet, the implications of this new chapter were overwhelming."Are you okay?" Aurora's voice was tentative, pulling me from my spiraling thoughts.I took a deep breath, trying to articulate the tumultuous emotions inside me. "I... I don't know how to feel," I admitted, my voice unsteady. "Having a baby at forty-two, when I already have twenty-three-year-old children...

Aurora’s POV The intensity of Caden’s desire caught me off guard, leaving me breathless and exhilarated. As he guided me onto the bed, his presence radiated raw passion and urgency, igniting a fire within me that I couldn't ignore.With a primal hunger driving him, Caden unleashed everything he had been holding back, unleashing a torrent of need with a ferocity that left me trembling. The way he moved, the way he looked at me, spoke of a hunger that burned deep within him, waiting to be sated. Kneeling over me, his gaze bore into mine with an intensity that made my heart race. In a bold and decisive move, he ripped open the bodice of my dress, the sound of tearing fabric echoing in the room like a thunderclap. My breath caught in my throat as the fabric fell away, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath his gaze.Without hesitation, he shed his own shirt, revealing the powerful muscles that rippled beneath his skin. With a growl that sent shivers down my spine, he descended upon

Alpha Caden’s POV I woke up earlier than Aurora the next morning, the first rays of dawn filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow over her sated face. She looked serene, burdenless, and I felt a surge of pride knowing I was the one who made her feel this way.She lay naked beside me, her beautiful pale skin glowing in the soft morning light. My eyes trailed down her body, admiring the intricate tattoos that adorned her skin, each one telling a story of her strength and resilience. As I continued to trace the lines of her tattoos, my gaze fell upon a single name inked right below her left breast: Reynard.Reynard. It means male fox. She used to call me that when I called her my little fox. The sight of the tattoo stirred something deep within me. She had permanently marked herself with my name, a symbol of our connection that transcended time and distance. My heart ached with emotion, a mix of love and disbelief. She had tattooed it. She had carried me with her, even