The car passed the gates, driving into the wide-open courtyard. Several guards bowed as we drove past, their faces grim.
We finally pulled up before the pack house entrance.
Home.
But not really.
The driver stepped out and opened our doors.
Damien stepped out first, buttoning his suit and adjusting his stance.
Istepped out behind him, shielding my eyes from the bright sun.
This was it.
I was standing on the very soil where I had once laughed, trained, cried… loved.
I was back in the Full Moon Pack.
But this time, I wasn’t Olivia.
The first person I noticed was Sir Damon, who stood at the entrance, and with him was Lady Fiona. I swallowed hard, wondering if they would recognize me, but I doubted it because even the guards who knew me well didn’t even recognize me.
Alpha Damien suddenly slipped his arm around my waist, and I flinched inwardly. His touch disgusted me-but I had to play the part. scanned
He guided me toward Sir Damon and Lady Fiona. As we approached, my ey around the area. The pack house looked deadly silent. It was as if everyone was walking on eggshells, scared of making a sound.
I scanned around, practically searching for them…
Where were they?
I wanted nothing more than to see them… I wanted to be sure they were okay.
When we reached where Sir Damon and Lady Fiona stood, Alpha Damien introduced me.
“Brother… Lady Fiona… this is my wife, Luna Rebecca.”
Sir Damon gave me a nod, no sign of recognition from him. But Lady Fiona stepped forward. Her eyes met mine and without hesitation, she pulled me into a warm hug. “Luna Rebecca,” she said softly, “welcome. We’re so glad you’ve come.”
I froze.
Her arms wrapped around me gently, but every fiber of my being screamed in disgust. The hug felt wrong. Like I was being suffocated.
When she finally let go, I forced a tight smile.
“You’re… very kind,” I muttered, barely meeting her eyes.
She reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
“You look lovely. So radiant. I was wondering if you two would like separate rooms or- “We’re sharing,” Damien interrupted smoothly, cutting her off before she could finish the thought. His tone was light but firm, leaving no room for argument. “She’s my wife now. We don’t need space between us.”
Lady Fiona gave a polite laugh. “Of course. I only asked out of courtesy.”
I nodded silently, my face blank. But inside, questions, and bitterness churned like a storm.
Was she mourning me?
Did she even shed a single tear when she thought I was dead?
My eyes shifted toward Sir Damon, who stood silent beside her. His face gave nothing away, but his eyes… they flickered to me once, then back to Damien. There was something in that brief look. Something unreadable.
But one thing was clear.
They didn’t recognize me.
I looked around again. Somewhere in this house, I knew the triplets were here.
My heart pulled toward them like a compass starved for its true north.
I just needed to see them.
“Let’s go in,” Alpha Damien said softly.
I nodded, even though my legs felt like stone and my heart pounded so hard I could hear it echoing in my ears. With his arm still resting around my waist, he guided me past Sir Damon and Lady Fiona, through the grand double doors of the Full Moon Pack house.
The air inside was thick.
Too thick.
It was quiet-too quiet for such a large, once-vibrant home. The halls that used to echo with footsteps and voices now felt hollow, like they, too, were grieving.
We stepped into the living room.
And then I saw them.
I froze.
At the top of the stairs, all three of them stood-Lennox, Levi, and Louis-side by side, as if they had come down together. Maybe they had. Maybe they still moved like one even while their hearts were broken.
My breath caught.
They were still handsome, still powerful in presence… but gods, they looked different.
Their faces were pale, drawn with grief. Their eyes were hollow, bloodshot, and tired. Their once-strong builds looked a little leaner, like they hadn’t been eat properly. Even across the room, I could see what grief had done to them.
They were barely holding themselves together.
Lennox was the first to start descending, slowly, followed by Louis and then Levi. Their steps were heavy, quiet, like every movement took more effort than it should have.
And then it happened.
Their eyes met mine.
All three of them.
And for a second-just a second-I swore time stopped.
My heart leapt into my throat.
Lennox’s eyes locked with mine, and I felt a jolt go through my chest. A thousand unspoken things hung in the air between us. His steps slowed slightly, his brows subtly pulling in.
Levi’s gaze narrowed, flickering from my face to Damien’s arm still holding me.
And Louis… he stared the longest.
But none of them said a word.
None of them reacted.
They just… looked.
Blank. Expressionless.
My heart shattered a little more.
They don’t recognize me.
Lennox’s POV
My heart raced, and I didn’t know why.
The moment my eyes landed on the woman standing beside Damien-his so-called new wife-something inside me jolted. Hard.
She was beautiful, yes. Striking, even. But that wasn’t it.
That wasn’t why I couldn’t look away.
That wasn’t why my heart was pounding in my chest like it was trying to claw its way out.
There was something… familiar.
Painfully familiar. O
She stood there quietly, letting Damien hold her like some prize, but her eyes-those eyes-they weren’t soft or smiling or warm.
They were guarded. Sharp. Haunted.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.