When Laila got pregnant with the child of her adoptive brother Jason—the young Alpha of her pack—she thought she might finally have a reason to claim a place in his world. But when Jason returns home with his fated mate by his side, Laila learns that she was nothing in Jason’s eyes. Expelled with nothing but heartbreak and the tiny life growing inside her, Laila disappears into the human world, determined to protect her child in her own way.

Six years later, Laila—now Vanessa Harper—is no longer the fragile, wolfless girl. She’s powerful, respected, and completely looks like a different person. She believed she could live her new life with her daughter Ava peacefully without seeing Jason ever again, until fate forces her back into Jason’s life.

Old lies, pack politics, and the truth about her daughter all collide— and this time, Jason won’t let her walk away easily.

"Laila, meet Brittany. My fated mate."

I was about to tell Jason about the baby growing inside me. His baby. While he brought his fated mate back, the woman the Moon Goddess had chosen for him.

The pregnancy test was still tucked in my jacket pocket. Two pink lines that would change everything.

I'd planned to show him privately when he got home, hoping that together we could figure out how to tell everyone.

No one knew that we had slept together yet. Things were tricky. Jason was the young Alpha of my pack, while I was his adopted sister.

But now...

"Brittany, this is my adopted sister Laila." The words sounded like a business introduction. Professional. Distant

Adopted sister. That's all I'd ever been to him. That's all I'd ever be.

Jason and his mother, Sarah, found me when I was seven. Just some terrified kid wandering the forest after rogues killed my parents.

Luna Sarah had a good heart. She brought me into her pack and made me a part of her family.

Everything changed a month ago on my eighteenth birthday. I had finally gathered up enough courage to tell Jason that I'd had a crush on him ever since we met.

To my surprise, he didn't push me away. We had both been drinking too much that night. One second, I brought him to my room, telling him how I felt. The next second, his hands were in my hair, his mouth on mine like he'd been starving for it.

Since then, it had been this weird thing between us. Midnight meetings and stolen kisses when nobody was watching. He'd climb through my window after dark. We'd lose ourselves in each other until sunrise.

But we never talked about what any of it meant. Never put words to whatever this thing was between us.

I knew why, though. Not only because I was adopted by his family, but also because I couldn't shift like all the other werewolves.

I realized that I couldn't shift when I turned fourteen, and no wolf meant I was basically human. And humans? They didn't fit in werewolf packs. Not really.

When every girl my age started to grow into their full-figured and curvy werewolf bodies with beautiful muscles and supernatural strength, I stayed the same skinny girl I used to be. Their bodies became powerful and graceful, radiating the confidence that came with their wolves. Meanwhile, I remained fragile and small.

Though no one dared to say it to my face, since I was still just the adoptive daughter of the Alpha family, whispers started to trail behind me in the hallways.

"Defective little freak." "Why doesn't Alpha just expel her?" "Waste of space."

Growing up hearing all these things, I knew Jason and I had to keep our relationship a secret until we were ready to tell everyone.

But today I found out I was pregnant.

I thought maybe this was a chance to talk to him about us. Maybe it was a good timing to let everyone know.

Clearly I was wrong.

Brittany giggled. "We found each other at a ceremony today. Isn't it just magical?"

I had to admit that Brittany looked like she'd walked straight off a runway. Blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. Her dress probably cost more than most people made in months. Everything about her radiated the confident beauty and strength of a true werewolf - the kind of curves and presence that came naturally with a wolf's power.

Unlike me.

"Magical… sure…" The words fell out of my mouth before I could stop them.

Brittany stopped smiling and gave me a weird look.

Jason's expression went cold. Nothing like the man who'd whispered my name in the darkness just two nights ago.

"Laila, I need to speak with you privately for a moment." His voice was careful, measured.

Brittnay smiled sweetly. "Of course, darling. I'll wait inside." She squeezed his arm possessively before gliding toward the pack house.

"I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea about us, Laila," Jason said coldly to me after we were left alone.

"Wrong idea?" My voice cracked like ice. "What am I to you then?"

The silence stretched forever. When he finally spoke, each word found a new way to break my heart.

"I was just curious. About sleeping with you." Then he paused again before he continued. "Now that I've found my fated mate, you know how this should go. Everyone wants a fated mate."

Tears blurred my vision, but I'd be damned if I'd let them fall here. Not in front of him.

Just then, Brittany emerged from the house, having given us enough time for our "private conversation."

"Everything alright out here?" she asked, though her tone suggested she didn't really care. "Dinner's ready."

I spun around and ran. I couldn't stand to look at either of them for another second. Behind me, I heard Brittany ask Jason what we were talking about.

"Nothing important," came his answer.

I made it to the tree line before the sobs started. Ugly, body-shaking tears that felt like they'd tear me apart. I pressed my back against an old oak and slid down to the dirt.

Curiosity. That's all I'd been. A damn experiment.

After I cried myself empty, I sat there in the mud and dirt and made my decision.

I should leave tonight with my child.

Pack law said all individuals could leave when they turned eighteen. I'd always heard stories of people leaving their packs after eighteen years old and starting over in the human world. They said there was a much bigger and freer world out there.

As a wolfless, I thought maybe I'd actually fit in the human world. I had planned to tell Jason how I felt about him on my eighteenth birthday and leave the next morning after he rejected me.

Instead, he surprised me with a kiss. For the first time in my life, I felt like I mattered. Like I actually belonged somewhere. So I stayed.

Now he surprised me with his fated mate, making it clear that my place wasn't with him.

It was time to leave.

But first, I owed the Alpha and Luna a proper goodbye. Jason's parents had been decent to me. They deserved better than me just disappearing like smoke.

I wiped my face and trudged back toward the house.

When I rounded the corner, I stopped dead. All my stuff was scattered across the front lawn like trash. My clothes, my books, even my pillow.

Brittany stood in the doorway with her arms crossed. Looking pleased with herself.

"What the hell is this?"

"Oh, sorry honey, but I already talked to Jason about what happened between you two," she said with the smuggest smile I'd ever seen. "I figured it's best if you leave."

My hands balled into fists. "I just want to say goodbye to the Alpha and Luna."

"I don't think so." She stepped outside and slammed the door behind her. "They're busy. Wedding planning and all that."

"They'll want to see me."

"Actually, they don't care about you wolfless human at all." Her smile turned mean. "Jason's decision. The whole family thinks it's time for you to disappear. Far away. The farther the better."

Ice water ran through my veins.

I looked at my stuff scattered everywhere.

I put my hand in my pocket, fiddling with the pregnancy test that was still hidden away. A secret I'd carry to my grave.

"Fine." I said it so quietly I barely heard myself.

I started shoving my stuff into the old duffel bag. The same one I'd arrived with eleven years ago. "I'll go."

When I finished packing up the pieces of my life, I stood, shouldering the bag.

One last look at the house that had never really been home. One last look at the man who'd never really been mine.

"Goodbye," I whispered.

I walked away with nothing but my broken heart. And the secret growing inside me.

The secret that was going to change everything six years later.

Laila POV

Six years later.

I caught myself in the bathroom mirror and had to just stop. Stare.

The woman looking back at me didn't feel like me. Not the me I used to know anyway.

I tilted my head, studying how my face had changed. The girl who ran from Jason's pack was long gone. That skinny, pale thing who could barely hold herself together.

This body now? It was curvier in all the right places. Stronger too. My skin held warmth, color. I actually looked alive. The supernatural grace and power that should have come with my wolf at fourteen had finally arrived.

My hair wasn't that lifeless mousy blonde anymore. Now it was dyed chocolate brown, falling in thick waves that moved with an otherworldly fluidity I never used to have.

I leaned closer to the glass. Searching for scraps of the old me. The girl desperate for Jason's approval.

I almost laughed because I couldn't find her. Good. She was better off buried.

The turning point came after Ava. My wolf finally appeared during the week after I gave birth to her. My wolf told me she had been suppressed by something before that had kept her locked away. The pain and desperation of giving birth alone seemed to break whatever chains had held her back, freeing her to protect both me and my daughter.

Something inside me woke up then. Healing faster. Senses sharpening. My body shifting bit by bit into what it was meant to be.

And with those changes came a new name. Laila died the night I gave birth to Ava. Vanessa Harper had to be born in her place. Vanessa was not weak. Not small. She was someone who could walk into a room and people listened.

More importantly, with the new name, Jason and his pack would never find out my secret Ava, even if they suddenly wanted to.

Ava was my daughter and only MY daughter. I didn't want to make things complicated.

A knock pulled me out of my head.

I called "Come in," Marcus poked his head in, holding up yet another envelope—cream paper, flowing script, same damn sender.

Jason.

I didn't even have to look. Jason's pack had been sending proposal after proposal. Stacking them up like bricks in my drawer.

"File it," I said without blinking.

He shifted, still standing there. "But Vanessa, this could be huge. Moon Ridge has connections everywhere—"

I cut him off. "I said file it."

My tone left no cracks for him to slip through. He went, probably chewing on it the whole way out.

I turned back to my computer. Six years I'd been living in the human world building something solid. Being caught between two worlds had given me insight no one else had.

Humans wanted werewolf products. Werewolves wanted things that humans specialized in. My little company was the bridge between them.

Everyone wanted to work with Vanessa Harper.

Everyone, including Jason's pack. But I never let that happen.

My phone buzzed on the desk. A text from Ava's school. Emergency - please come immediately.

I grabbed my keys, my heart already racing. By the time I reached the school, I was prepared for the worst.

Mrs. Henry met me at the infirmary door, her face grave. "Ava collapsed during recess. She's stable now, but..."

I pushed past her to see my daughter lying on the small cot, pale and too still. Ava's eyes fluttered open when she heard my voice.

"Mama? I got dizzy and everything went dark."

My throat tightened. "It's okay, baby. Mama's here."

Mrs. Henry pulled me aside while the school nurse checked Ava's vitals. "This isn't the first time, Vanessa. She's been more tired lately, smaller than other children her age. That's unusual for werewolf children - they're typically stronger than human kids."

She hesitated before continuing. "I know this is personal, but... have you considered that Ava's father might have answers? About her heritage, her health?"

Each question was a knife. "Ava's father isn't in the picture."

"I understand. It's just... she asks about him constantly. Draws pictures of a man with green eyes. Calls him 'the Alpha.'"

My blood went ice cold. Mrs. Henry continued explaining Ava's dreams about a big house in the forest, details she should never know.

Because Ava was describing Jason's pack house.

After getting Ava settled at home, I called Dr. Martinez. His nurse said the test results from last week were ready.

My chest went tight before I even heard the news. Dr. Martinez's voice was gentle but serious. "Ava has a rare congenital heart condition. She'll need surgery, and soon. We need to admit her to Mercy General immediately for pre-surgical preparation."

The drive to Mercy General felt endless. Ava sat in the backseat, quiet but alert. She'd been asking fewer questions lately. More tired. That scared me more than anything.

The hospital was impressive. State-of-the-art equipment. The best werewolf medical facility on the East Coast. It was also expensive as hell. But Ava was worth every penny.

We checked in at the front desk. The nurse explained that Dr. Martinez wanted to run a full panel. Blood work, imaging, the whole nine yards.

"How long will we be here?" I asked.

"The doctor will want to keep her for observation. Probably a week minimum before we can schedule the surgery."

My heart sank. One week of worry and waiting, then the surgery itself.

After getting Ava settled in her room, I went downstairs to handle the paperwork. Insurance forms, medical histories, emergency contacts. All the bureaucracy that came with crisis.

I was exhausted already. Emotionally drained from pretending everything was fine when nothing felt fine at all.

The elevator doors opened on the ground floor. I stepped inside, already thinking about coffee and how to rearrange my work schedule.

That's when I saw him.

Jason Bradshaw.

The world stopped.

Six years melted away like they'd never happened. I was eighteen again, standing on his doorstep with a pregnancy test hidden in my pocket and hope bleeding from my chest.

Did he remember me? What would he say? What would I say?

Laila POV

Turns out, I didn't have to worry about any of that.

His gaze swept past me. Empty. Dismissive.

Like I was just another face in the crowd. Some random woman cluttering up his space.

He didn't recognize me. Of course he didn't.

I wasn't that girl anymore.

The elevator doors started to slide closed, and my body finally remembered how to move.

I stepped inside on legs that felt like water. Pressed myself against the far wall. As far from Jason as the small space would allow.

His scent hit me immediately. Pine and leather, threaded with that wildness only an Alpha carried. It wrapped around me before I could shut it out, ripping through defenses I'd spent six years building.

I clenched my jaw. Forced myself to breathe through my mouth instead of my nose.

No breakdowns. Not here. Not in a damn hospital elevator with him.

He was looking at his phone, completely absorbed. Professional. Distant. Everything he'd always been.

The same man who'd whispered my name in the darkness. Who'd made me believe I mattered.

The same man who'd called me nobody important.

"What floor?" he asked without looking up.

His voice. God, his voice was exactly the same. Deep. Commanding. It used to make my pulse race.

Now it just made me want to disappear.

"Three, please." I managed. The words came out steadier than I felt.

He pressed the button. Still didn't really look at me. Just a polite glance, the kind you'd give any stranger.

His phone rang as the elevator lurched upward. He answered without checking the caller ID.

"Marcus? What's the update?"

My stomach clenched. Marcus - his Beta. Even after six years, some things never changed.

"Good. So the final acquisition papers went through?" Jason's voice carried clearly in the small space. "Mercy General is officially ours now?"

My blood turned to ice. Jason owned this hospital. The hospital where my daughter was a patient.

"Excellent. This expansion will give us exactly the medical edge we need. Both human and werewolf patients under one roof." He paused, listening. "Yes, I'm here now for the final walkthrough. The board agreed to all our terms?"

When the doors opened onto the pediatric floor, I bolted.

"Be sure to schedule a meeting with the administrators tomorrow…" I heard Jason say behind me as he stepped out. For a moment, I thought I felt his gaze on my back, but when I glanced over my shoulder, he was already heading toward the administrative offices, phone still pressed to his ear.

After checking on Ava one more time, I escaped to the cafeteria for coffee. Something bitter to hold onto while I tried to process what had just happened.

My hands shook as I studied the hospital map on the wall. My heart dropped when I realized exactly where we were.

Not just "near" werewolf territory. Right on the edge of it. Close enough to Moon Ridge that Jason showing up here wasn't even weird.

I hated that it made sense.

Of course he'd be expanding his territory. Of course, he'd want to control the medical facilities in the area. Jason had always been ambitious. Always thinking three steps ahead.

And now his world was colliding with mine again.

I pulled out my phone, scrolled until I found Riley's number. She was the only one from that old world I hadn't cut off. The only one I would call 'friend' in Jason's pack.

Riley had been a late shifter too. Back then, we'd been the outcasts in school together. We shared secrets and dreams and the bone-deep loneliness that came with never quite belonging.

Although Riley did not shift as late as I did -- she shifted at the age of 16 -- we still had a good relationship after that.

So Riley was the only soul who knew I was alive. The only one who knew Vanessa Harper and Laila were the same person.

"Riley? It's me."

"Nessa!" Her voice was warm, familiar. "How's Ava? You sounded worried in your text."

"She's stable for now. They want to run more tests." I dropped into a quiet corner booth, lowering my voice. "Listen, can we meet for a quick dinner? Somewhere near the hospital? "

"Of course. What's wrong? You sound off."

I closed my eyes. Pressed my palm to my forehead. "I saw Jason today."

Silence. Then a sharp exhale. "Shit. Did he recognize you?"

"No. Thank god." My laugh was humorless. "But Riley—if he's here, if Moon Ridge has their claws in this hospital... I don't want him to find me, or Ava. It's gonna make things too complicated."

"You've been hiding everything well for six years. You can keep doing it." Riley cut in, firm. No room for argument. "And now you're Vanessa Harper. Businesswoman. Mother. Badass. Don't let one ghost make you doubt everything you've built."

Her certainty was a rope to cling to.

I thought about my company. The deals I'd closed. The respect I'd earned. The life I'd built from nothing.

"There's a little Italian place—Marco's, ten minutes from here. Seven o'clock?"

"I'll be there. And Nessa? Don't spiral. It's fine."

When the call ended, I sat staring into my coffee until it went cold.

Six years I'd been Vanessa Harper. Six years of building a life that had nothing to do with Jason Bradshaw.

So why did one look at him and I panicked again?

Like I was still that unwanted and naive eighteen-year-old girl who'd thought love could conquer anything. Who'd think an Alpha's son could actually want someone like her.

Third Person POV

Jason stood at the large window overlooking the parking lot as he waited for Marcus to arrive. Distracted, he couldn't stop thinking about the woman in the elevator. Something about her nagged at him - the way she'd pressed herself against the far wall, the careful way she'd avoided eye contact.

"Alpha?" Marcus walked up to him. "The staffing reports?"

Jason blinked, refocusing. "Right. Sorry."

The hospital was his now. His pack had just acquired it through months of careful negotiation and strategic financial maneuvering.

This expansion was about more than profit. It was about progress. Healthcare was evolving. Offering specialized services for both humans and wolves would give Moon Ridge the edge they needed in an increasingly competitive world.

And maybe it would put him in the path of Vanessa Harper.

The name carried weight in their world. Every Alpha he spoke to mentioned her like she was untouchable. The gold standard for trade liaisons between humans and wolves.

Her reputation was nearly mythic. Deals closed nobody else could touch. Connections that seemed impossible.

But she wouldn't take his calls. Wouldn't even respond to his proposals.

Months of offers, all ignored.

He had been trying to expand his business and wanted to engage with humans. He'd been searching for that human-werewolf trade salesperson, but he had yet to find her.

Jason was somewhat frustrated, not understanding why that woman wasn't willing to do business.

"The human staff are adjusting well," Marcus reported as they moved through the pediatric wing. "A few complaints about scheduling during full moons, but nothing major."

"Good. The equipment installation?"

"Should be complete next week. The healing chambers are already functional."

Jason nodded, but his mind was already elsewhere. Circling back to stubborn trade specialists and what it would take to break through Harper's resistance.

When he returned to the pack house later, Marcus lingered at the door of Jason's office. That hesitation put Jason on alert instantly.

"What is it?"

"It's about Laila."

The name was a punch straight to the gut. Even after all these years, hearing it tore something open in him.

The woman who left without a word.

Six years ago, in front of Jason's parents, Brittany had told them that Laila had asked for fifty thousand dollars before she left, saying she'd earned it after everything she'd done for Jason.

"She said not to feel guilty. That she'd known from the beginning you were just using each other. That she was glad to finally cash in." Brittany had paused, watching his parents' shocked faces. "She was quite detailed about what those services included."

That's when Jason's parents learned that Jason had been secretly involved with Laila for over a month.

Jason still remembered his parents' shocked faces and all the questions that came after Brittany's innocent reveal.

Jason tried not to think about this woman over the years, but his mother kept wondering if Laila was living a good life even after she left.

Recently, after a major surgery, his mother had clearly stated that she wanted to meet her adoptive daughter one more time because she was getting old and feared she might die before getting to see her again.

So, Jason started searching for Laila. It was harder than he had imagined, but now his searching had finally dug something up.

Marcus held out a file. His Beta informed him that he had news about Laila.

Over the years, Jason had been searching for any trace of her.

"Tell me."

The Beta hesitated before speaking. "Her records end abruptly six years ago. Medical, employment, social security—all of it just... stops." Marcus's voice was grim. "Laila's files have been completely canceled."

Jason's hand tightened on his desk. "What does that mean?"

Marcus met his eyes with difficulty. "It suggests that she might be dead."

The words shook Jason to his core.