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- Aria
My eyes snapped open to the sound of my twins screaming their tiny lungs out. The nursery camera on my phone was glowing at two in the freaking morning. Ugh! Not again. I let out a heavy sigh that felt like it took a piece shit of me with it. “Luca, they’re crying again,” I called out with annoyance, even though I already knew he wasn’t home. Messy-haired and crooked-shirted, and my boobs aching like crazy because of breastfeeding, I swung my legs out of the big, empty bed. The sheets were cool on my side, untouched since Luca left the mansion a year ago. He hadn't come back yet. Probably won't be until tomorrow morning at our second anniversary party, just in time for the pack run and to pretend we were a happy family for a few hours. I padded down the silent hall and dashed into the nursery. If the twins didn't make noise tonight, I felt like I was the only ghost living here. The twins, Adrian and Aurora, were standing up in their cribs, their teary little faces scrunched and red with misery. Their howls weren't just cries but were full-blown wolf cub whines, a sound that could cut glass and my patience simultaneously. I rushed to the crib, trying to figure out who was the louder one tonight. "Shhh, my little monsters," I murmured, scooping up Aurora first. She had that great smell of milk and baby powder, and her tiny body felt fragile against mine. "Mom's got you." Adrian wailed louder, a clear protest at not being picked up first. Typical boy. Seriously, even as a two-year-old, he's a little alpha in the making, demanding all the attention. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you, Your Highness," I said, lifting him with my other arm. I was the Luna, but honestly, I felt more like the live-in babysitter, doing everything on my own. Raising two toddlers at once was not easy, but I was getting good at it. I carried them to the kitchen, even though my back screamed in protest. In the kitchen, I warmed up some milk while rocking both twins. They quieted down while they drank, their tiny bodies finally relaxing in my arms. Silver, my wolf, stirred in my mind. Her presence was a constant comfort, even if I couldn't shift yet. She was empathetic, more so than any wolf I had ever heard of, and she could feel the twins' distress as keenly as I could. "The tension is getting to them," she murmured in my head. "The pack is uneasy. Luca is too. They can feel it." "And what about me?" I shot back, my mental voice sharper than I intended. "Do I get to be uneasy, Silver? Or am I supposed to just smile and play the perfect little Luna for a husband who never wants me?" Silver stayed quiet for a second, but I could feel her warm, knowing presence buzzing in the back of my head. "You've always been stronger than you realize, Aria." "I'm tired of being strong," I whispered to the empty room, the words swallowed by the silence. "I just want to be happy." But in StormRidge, happiness felt like a currency I didn't have. I looked out the window at the vast forest surrounding the StormRidge pack lands and wondered where Luca was now. Was he with Ivy? The thought sent a bitter taste in my mouth. Probably laughing with her and touching her. Probably giving her the version of himself I never got. All the things a Luna was supposed to have… but somehow I was the one left alone in this house with babies on my hips and silence in my bed. I pushed the thought away. It didn't matter anymore. I'd known what I had to do for months, but tonight, that choice became absolutely set in stone and final. I was done with this loveless, hollow life. Done with playing house for a man who couldn't stand the sight of me. An unexpected heat that forced us together, leading to a pregnancy that wasn’t supposed to happen, and a Council mandate that didn’t care about feelings—that’s how I ended up married to Luca Stormbourne, Alpha of StormRidge Pack, the man everyone believed was destined for another she-wolf, while I was never meant to be anything more than the mistake that complicated his future. For two years, I had endured the cold shoulder, the public neglect, the whispers of the pack members who still saw me as the wolf who trapped their Alpha with an accidental pregnancy. But now, I had my children to think about. They deserved to be raised in a place where their mother wasn't a pariah, where they weren't the children of a Luna who was never wanted. After an hour, the twins finished their milk and started getting sleepy. Adrian buried his face in my neck, and I could feel his warm, milky breath. Aurora was already deep asleep and was a total dead weight in my arms. As I carried them back to their cribs, my heart just ached with how much I loved and wanted to protect them. I tucked the blankets around them with gentle care as I watched their little chests rise and fall. Then, I went back to my room and checked my phone. There was an unread message from Ivy Castemont. "Happy anniversary, Luna. I hope you don’t mind that I’m the one he’s celebrating with." I stared at the words for five full seconds, clenching my jaw so tight it hurt. "Wow, classy," I spat out, feeling a bitter taste in my mouth. I deleted the message and took a deep breath. But before I could spiral too much into my own anger and hurt, another message popped up, this one from Nova. "Need me to burn anything for you tonight? Anything at all? Just say the word." Despite everything, a small smile touched my lips. "No, thanks. But I'm taking you up on that offer soon." "Good. I've got the gasoline ready." I put the phone down, feeling a little better. I wasn't completely alone. I had Nova and my kids. But this life, this marriage, it was suffocating me. Tomorrow, at our anniversary party, I'll end it for good. I would tell Luca I wanted to sever our bond. I'd finally ask the Council for an annulment on the grounds of an unwilling union. The thought of leaving him was terrifying, but the thought of staying was worse. I walked to the closet and pulled out a small, worn-out bag from my teenage years. I started packing a few essentials, just in case. A change of clothes, a toothbrush, a photo of me and Nova from before I came to StormRidge, and a small, wooden wolf figurine that my mother had given me before she died. Suddenly, the front door downstairs slammed open. Keys hit the floor, and I heard heavy footsteps coming right up the stairs. My wolf, Silver, went on high alert inside my head, building a low growl in my chest. I froze, and for a second I just stared at the hallway, wondering who the hell would be coming into the house at this hour. My heart hammered against my ribs as I realized with a jolt that the footsteps were too heavy to be anyone else but Luca. My husband. He was home early. I quickly stuffed the half-packed bag under the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress, trying to look like I had just woken up. My mind was racing. What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be back until morning. My bedroom door was thrown open with so much force that it hit the wall. Luca stood there, a dark silhouette in the dim hallway light. The moment he walked in, his pine and whiskey smell just filled the air and knocked the wind out of me. He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the whole damn world and had just decided to stroll back into mine. His chest was heaving; he looked furious, exhausted, and smelled like booze. He stared at me without saying anything for a moment. Finally, he broke the quiet with a low and menacing voice. “You’re packing.” I blinked, clenching my jaw tight. “Wow. How observant for someone who disappeared for a year.” He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a slow shove that somehow felt louder than the slam. “Don’t do that,” he said. “Do what? State facts?” I let out a sharp, totally humorless laugh. “I haven’t seen you since the twins’ first birthday. I think I've definitely had the right to notice you exist.” Luca ran a hand through his hair, pacing once like a caged wolf. “Aria, you know why I had to leave.” “Do I?” I snapped. “Because all I know is you left without a goodbye, without a message, and even without checking if your kids were alive.” Something dark flashed in his eyes, but I just didn't care anymore. “You think I didn’t want to come back?” he growled. I rose from the bed with every nerve in my body screaming. “No, I think you didn’t care to.” Luca took a step closer, towering over me, and Silver bristled inside my head. “You think I didn’t want to see them?” His voice cracked. “You think I didn’t think about them every damn day?” I let out a cold laugh. “Oh, poor you. It must’ve been exhausting to think about them from afar. But I was the one doing all the work: feeding, changing, soothing, training, and lying about where their Daddy was for a whole year." His jaw clenched until I thought his teeth might shatter. “I stayed away because I had to.” “No, you stayed away to be with your old crush because you wanted to,” I countered. “Don't pretend things were different just because you've been sober long enough to remember you have a family.” His eyes darkened. “You think I was with Ivy all this time?” I shrugged. “I think you were with anyone but us.” Luca snatched the edge of the dresser, clenching his hand so hard the wood started to creak. “Aria… stop talking like this.” “So what? You disappear for a year, and I’m supposed to greet you with a welcome-home kiss and a casserole?” I snapped. “What do you want me to say, Luca? That I missed you? That I waited? That I wished for you to walk through that door?” His voice dropped to a whisper, raw and jagged. “Did you?” I felt my throat tighten, but I kept my face straight. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Luca looked at me then. Perhaps this was the first time he really looked at me. His eyes swept over my rumpled pajamas, the dark circles under my eyes, the messy hair I didn’t have time to care about, and the bitterness in my voice. And for the first time, he looked genuinely scared. “Aria… what are you planning to do?” I held his stare. “Tomorrow, in front of the Council, I’m going to ask to sever our bond.” His breath punched out of him like he’d been stabbed. “No.” The word popped out instantly. “No, you’re not.” “I am determined.” He shook his head and took a step toward me. “No one severs a Council-forged bond. Besides, it’s against my grandfather’s wish, and I won’t dishonor him.” “I’ll be the first.” His hand darted out and caught my wrist. It wasn't rough, but I couldn't pull away. “You’re not leaving me.” I kept staring, absolutely refusing to back down. “You left me first.” “If you ask the Council to end us…” His nostrils flared, his wolf pushing beneath his skin. “I will drag you off that stage myself.” I ripped my wrist from his grip. “Then tomorrow, we’ll find out who I’m more afraid of—you or living like this for the rest of my life.” Luca’s chest rose and fell like he was trying not to shift right there. “Don’t you dare!” I stared at him, the man who had been gone for a year and still somehow expected me to stay frozen in place waiting. “I already did.” And for the first time since the day we were forced into marriage, Luca Stormbourne looked like he might break. ****- ARIAA year had passed since the garden ceremony, and the Stormbourne estate was hosting an anniversary party again — the same ballroom, the same chandeliers, the same long curved staircase I'd once stood at the top of, gripping the banister hard enough to leave marks in my palm, rehearsing the exact words I'd use to tell Luca I was leaving him before the night was over.I stood at the top of that same staircase now, smoothing the front of a dress considerably simpler than the one I'd worn that night, and found, looking down at the room below, that I couldn't immediately locate the version of myself who'd stood here once already planning an exit."You look like you're thinking very hard about something," Luca said, appearing at my side, two glasses of champagne in hand, one of which he passed to me without asking, the way he'd learned to do for the small things that no longer required negotiation between us."I'm thinking about the last time I stood at the top of these stairs," I ad
- ARIAWinnie found Aldrin in the kitchen after the ceremony, the two of them ending up there by the unremarkable accident of both wanting coffee at the same time while the rest of the gathering wound down in the garden. I caught the tail end of it on my way past for more napkins — Aldrin sliding a cup across the counter without asking how she took it, having apparently noticed, somewhere over months of drafting settlements together, exactly how she liked it."You rewrote the entire ceremonial language," I heard Winnie say, something in her tone considerably less professionally neutral than either of them probably intended.I didn't linger to hear the rest. From the look on Aldrin's face when I glanced back, I had a feeling that conversation wasn't going to stay confined to ceremonial linguistics for very much longer.Nova caught the bouquet that wasn't technically a bouquet — I'd simply handed her the leftover garden flowers from the ceremony, half as a joke, half because she'd been
- LUCAThe pack council didn't usually concern itself with the private reconciliations of its members, but my situation had never been entirely private, and Aldrin suggested, gently, that a small, formal acknowledgment might do more good than either of us expected — not a wedding, not a renewal of vows exactly, just a quiet gathering before the council and the wider pack, marking what had changed without performing a spectacle of it.Aria had agreed, on one condition."No vows about obedience," she'd told me, only half-joking. "If there's a single phrase in there about a Luna's duty to her Alpha, I'm walking out before the second sentence.""There won't be," I promised. "I asked Aldrin to rewrite the entire ceremonial language. He says it's the first time in pack history anyone's actually bothered."The gathering, when it came, was smaller than the wedding it quietly echoed — no cameras, no political optics, no Tyler's campaign hovering anxiously in the background. Tyler had won his p
- IVYThe divorce had finalized quietly, three months earlier, with neither of us contesting much of anything — a tired, mutual unraveling rather than a battle, the kind of ending that comes when two people have simply run out of reasons to keep fighting for something neither of them wants intact anymore.I'd moved into a smaller apartment on the other side of the city, the kind of practical, unglamorous space I hadn't lived in since before my marriage, and had spent the months since doing something I realized, with some surprise, I'd never actually done in my adult life: building something that belonged entirely to me, with no family name attached to it, no inherited safety net waiting underneath if it failed.The small floral design studio had started almost by accident — a favor for a friend's wedding, then another, then a referral that turned into a contract with an actual events company, modest but real, paid for entirely with my own invoices instead of anyone's quiet patronage.
- ARIAHelena arrived without calling ahead, which I noted immediately, given that every prior visit from her had been announced days in advance, scheduled, formal, designed to give both of us time to prepare our armor.She stood on the doorstep in a plain coat, no driver waiting at the curb, no assistant trailing a step behind with a folder of talking points. Just Helena, alone, looking smaller than I'd ever seen her look in six years of knowing her."I'd like ten minutes," she said. "I won't take more than that if you'd rather I didn't."I considered, briefly, the dozen reasons I might have had to close the door — six years of careful cruelty, of being called insufficient in a hundred polished, deniable ways, of watching this woman make Ivy's presence in every family gathering feel like a quiet, ongoing referendum on my own worth.I opened the door instead.We sat in the living room, the twins occupied in the next room with a tablet and Camilla's borrowed patience, and for a long mo
- HELENACamilla told me before Luca did, which I suspected was deliberate — a small mercy, giving me time to arrange my face before my son arrived to confirm it himself."They're trying again," she said, standing in the doorway of my study with the particular careful posture of a woman delivering news she expected to be unwelcome. "Properly. Aria withdrew the dissolution filing this morning."I set down my pen, very slowly, and said nothing for a long moment."You don't seem surprised," Camilla observed."I'm not." My voice was even, though something underneath it wasn't. "I've watched my son for six months not do a single thing I expected him to do. I'd have been more surprised if this ended any other way."She studied me for a moment longer, then left without pressing further.I sat alone in my study for a long time afterward, the unfinished letter in front of me forgotten, turning over something I'd been avoiding since the morning Luca had stood in this exact room and told me, pla
LUCAI sat in the back of the Maybach, the engine off, the city heat starting to seep through the glass.I had my laptop open, showing spreadsheets and territorial maps, but I hadn't read a single line in an hour. My eyes were glued to the entrance of that crumbling brick building.Four days.That’
ARIAMy world had shrunk to the size of a twin mattress and the smell of eucalyptus rub. For a solid week, I wasn’t a woman, a mother, or a budding entrepreneur—I was just a collection of symptoms.The fever had finally broken two days ago, but it left me feeling like a squeezed lemon. My throat wa
ARIAThe heavy, drug-induced fog finally started to lift, but my brain felt like it was being rebooted by a very slow processor.I blinked, the ceiling of my apartment coming into focus. I’d been out for a while. Three hours, if the shift in the light was any indication."Aria? You with me?"I jump
ARIAThe taxi ride back was a blur of hazy streetlights and the nauseating scent of pine air freshener. By the time I climbed out at my building, my legs felt like they were made of overcooked noodles. I was just reaching for my keys when a bright flash of movement caught my eye near the entrance.







