LOGINBianca's Point of View I just stare at him, my heart racing so fast it almost hurts. He wants me. Not someday. Not eventually. Now. He's been keeping his distance because every instinct inside of him has been telling him to do the exact opposite. For a few minutes neither one of us speaks. The silence stretches between us, but somehow it doesn't feel uncomfortable. It feels... Fragile. Like one wrong word could shatter everything we have just rebuilt. Scott lets out a slow breath before rubbing the back of his neck. "I probably should have told you sooner." He says quietly. "I just..." He laughs softly, shaking his head. "I had absolutely no idea how." He says and I can't help smiling. "I noticed." I say and his cheeks turn slightly pink. "Yeah..." Another silence settles between us and I look down at my hands. "I don't know what to say." I admit honestly. "You don't have to say anything." Scott replies immediately. "I didn't tell y
Bianca's Point of View The apartment feels strangely quiet. Quieter than usual. Ethan is spending a few hours with Miss Hannah so I can finally finish decorating his nursery before Christmas, and for the first time in days, I have the entire apartment to myself. I stand in the middle of the nursery with my hands on my hips, slowly looking around the room, deciding what to do first. Most of the furniture is already in place. The crib is sitting against one wall under the mountain mural. The soft sage-green curtains are hanging neatly in front of the windows. A cream-colored rug with tiny woodland animals covers the floor.And the beige rocking chair is in front of the window. The room already feels warmer than it did, but it still doesn't quite feel... Finished.I sigh, shaking my head. "Okay. Let's fix that."I murmur to myself. I kneel down next to one of the unopen boxes from my shopping trip and I carefully begin unpacking everything. A wooden fox. A little bear. A
Scott's Point of View "It might be." Marcus's words linger in the silence between us. I stare at him for several long seconds before shaking my head. Even though it makes sense, my mind still refuses to accept it. "No." I say, leaning back in my chair and I let out a slow breath. "I don't think so." I say and Marcus folds his arms in front of his chest. "And why not?" He asks flatly. "Because..." I shake my head again. "I don't know." I mutter, running a hand through my hair. He raises an eyebrow. "That's not exactly a convincing argument." He says and I sigh. "Yeah... I know." I mutter. "But mate haze?" I let out a humorless laugh. "Isn't that supposed to happen after mates accept each other?" I ask and Marcus shrugs. "Usually." "Usually?" I repeat and he nods his head. "But everyone's different. You know that." He says, leaning back in his chair. "I do." I say and he nods again. "The bond is already there. You've acknowledg
Scott's Point of View I have read the same report four times, and I still couldn't tell you what it says. I stare down at the words, trying to force myself to focus, but the letters blur together until they may as well be written in another language. With a frustrated sigh, I lean back in my chair and rub a hand over my face. "Get it together." I mutter to myself. There is work to do. Meetings to organize. Training reports to sign. Patrol schedules to approve. I reach for the next file. Open it. Read the first sentence. ...Nothing. My thoughts begin to drift again. Back to two nights ago. To Bianca standing in Ethan's nursery. Her smile. The way she looked at me. The way her damp hair rested against her shoulders after her shower. The way her shirt had clung... I shut my eyes tightly. "No." I whisper, shaking my head. The familiar heat immediately spreads through my chest again. It feels as though my veins are on fire. I let out a s
Bianca's Point of View I wake to the sound of Ethan babbling through the baby monitor and smile sleepily as I sit up in bed. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start the day." I murmur to myself before slipping out of bed and making my way to the bathroom. I quickly begin my morning routine and after getting dressed, I walk across the hallway and quietly push open Ethan's nursery door. The moment he sees me, his entire face lights up. He throws both little hands into the air and lets out an excited squeal and I laugh. "There he is! My happy little boy." I lift him out of his cot and kiss his forehead. "Did you sleep well?" I ask. He answers with another happy babble before grabbing a handful of my hair, and yanking it. "Ouch. I'll take that as a yes." I laugh, untangling my hair from his grip. A few minutes later, after changing his diaper and getting him dressed, I carry him into the kitchen. Scott is already there. He has a mug of coffee in one hand and is reading over
Scott's Point of ViewDinner with the pack ends later than I expect.Between Marcus telling another ridiculous story from training, Emma teasing me about Ethan's little surprise this morning, and Aiden insisting that he should be promoted to "Junior Alpha," there is barely a quiet moment the entire evening.By the time Bianca, Ethan and I finally make our way back to the apartment, the little guy is rubbing his eyes."Someone is tired."Bianca says softly, smiling down at him.Ethan answers with a tiny yawn before resting his head against her shoulder.I chuckle."I think bath time and bed sound like a good idea."I say and she nods her head."They do."She agrees.The moment we step inside the apartment, Bianca disappears down the hallway with Ethan."I'll get him cleaned up."She calls over her shoulder."I'll be there in a minute."I answer.I tidy up the few things we brought home before making my way toward Ethan's nursery.The bathroom door is open.I stop in the doorway without
Bianca’s Point of ViewI don’t stop walking until I am halfway down the hallway.Actually, I don’t stop walking until I am pretty sure Scott can’t see me anymore.My face is burning, my heart is beating way too fast and my mind keeps replaying the exact same moment over and over again.Me standing
Bianca’s Point of View When I finally get back to my room, my mother and Emily are already there, waiting for me exactly as planned. To anyone watching, it looks normal. Just two women helping another prepare for the upcoming festival, but I know the truth. This is not just preparation, this is
Bianca’s Point of View My body feels frozen, and my mind won't stop spinning. Damon’s words keep repeating themselves in my head over and over again. Nothing. Useless. The only useful thing you have ever done. My stomach twists painfully as another thought forces its way into my mind. Alpha M
Bianca’s Point of View. "There you go, good as new. No one will ever know." My mother says, giving me a small smile. "Are you sure?" I ask, my voice tight with tension and she nods her head. "Yes, you look as beautiful as always. Look for yourself." She says, gently touching my cheek tha







