ELORA'S POV

"Lucian?"

His name felt strange on my lips-familiar, but has a little weight to it. For a moment I believed I'd dreamed of this call. Maybe I'd longed to hear from him that I conjured it up in my head. But no. He was there, reaching out to me, and I could feel the weight in his silence. I could feel the distance in the very air that moved around us.

"Elora," he finally said, his voice a bit tense. Not cold, no, but not relaxed either. As if he were attempting not to feel.

I leaned back in my chair, my heart pounding against my chest. "What do you want, Lucian?

There was a pause.

Then he said, "It's about Nora."

And just like that, everything stopped. Fear spiked through my veins.

I swallowed hard. "Is she okay?"

"She's fine. She just..she misses you."

That hurt more than I thought. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk. I hadn't cried in years. I wouldn't start now. Not with him on the line. Not with the man who made me feel invisible.

"She asked me to call you." He continued.

I nodded to myself, not daring to speak. My throat burned with words I couldn't say. I knew if I opened my mouth, the tears would come.

"You don't have to say anything," he whispered. "I just thought you should know. And maybe, talk to her. She needs you right now."

"Thanks.for the call," I managed after what felt like an eternity of silence.

"Elora, I." he continued.

"Yes?"

"Nothing. Never mind."

I heard him exhale. Then the line went dead.

No goodbye. Just the silence again.

I stared at the empty black screen of my phone. My throat burned like I'd gulped down the strongest liquor. I hadn't even realized I was holding my breath until Selene appeared, offering me a glass of wine.

She stood in the doorway. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but was that."

I nodded.

She came over and handed me a glass of water. No questions asked. Just quiet support. She sat beside me, steady as always.

"I think she really misses me," I whispered. "And I think I miss her more than I ever admitted."

Selene rested her head on my shoulder.

"Then go see her, El."

I didn't answer. I couldn't. Not yet.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The early morning sun casted that golden shade of orange. But it was still bright enough to go out there for a stroll and maybe have some nice coffee.

I figured I needed to breathe. I couldn't stay cooped up in my apartment thinking about that call, so I did something I hadn't done in years.

I went back to the Academy-the biggest fashion school in Manhattan. My first love. My once-upon-a-dream.

As I arrived and stepped into the building, it felt like walking through old memories. The same marble floors. The same trees lining the entrance now seem..taller. The art building still stood-smelling faintly of paint, rust, and dreams that never quite left.

And then I saw him.

Lucas---A shareholder at Preston's Academy and one of Oliver's final students alongside me, a loyal and a very supportive friend of mine. He's also a member of the Queenwood's pack here in Manhattan. A pack known for education, reform and integration in human society.

"Lucas?" I called.

He turned, grinning from ear to ear like we were still in the Academy. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the world's best herself?"

I couldn't help but smile. "You've aged."

"And you haven't." he teased. "Come on. There's a café across the street. I've been dying to catch up."

We walked over, and once we sat down with a cup of coffee in hand, all the memories came flooding back-late nights in the studio, stolen lunch breaks, wild ideas, and dreams we used to chase with fire in our eyes.

"I heard what happened," he said gently, after a moment. "About your marriage. The pack."

I sipped my coffee and gave a short nod. "It wasn't what I expected. Or what I wanted."

"You were the best of us, Elora," Lucas said.

"I still have some of your pieces in my office. Do you know how many designers at Queens ask about it? How much clients will pay just to have that piece? But I just can't. They're the last pieces of your design that I have left."

I blinked. "You're with Queen's fashion now?"

"Not just with them. I built it. It's mine. And I need you."

I laughed. "You want to hire a washed up designer and a forgotten Luna with a ten-year gap in her portfolio?"

"I want Elora Parker. The woman who creates designs from imaginations and dreams. The woman who sketched designs with her eyes closed. The woman you were before you got married. I want her back to work."

I stared at him for a long second. "I'm not that girl anymore."

"Then be whoever you're now. Just ..come back to work."

His voice cracked a little when he said it. I could tell it wasn't just about the company. It was about belief. About trust. About giving me a chance to reclaim what I'd lost."

"I'II think about it." I said.

Lucas grinned, his eyes lit up like he'd just won a prize. "That's all I ask, Elora."

Before we parted, he mentioned they were interviewing another designer today. "You two would hit off. She's brilliant. Young. I think her name was.damn, I forgot. I will send you her details later."

"I never said I'd do it yet, Lucas." I replied, rolling my eyes at him.

"I like to hope you will, El."

I smiled with the hope of getting back to a life I once cherished more than anything. My dream of becoming a famous designer and owning my academy vanished into thin air the night I discovered I was pregnant with Nora.

But was I ready to overwhelm myself and dive into that world again after all that happened?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As I left the café and walked back towards the Academy gates, another familiar face appeared.

"Elora?"

I stiffened.

Mira.

Lucian's older sister. Rude, nasty, and always ready to make my life hell.

During the years I was her sister-in-law, she treated me more like a servant than family.

Whenever she went to the spa or met up with her friends, she'd always make me look after her son George.

As if her husband - the Alpha of the Crescent Pack, one of the five major packs in the North - couldn't afford a nanny.

No. She just wanted to demean me. To show me through her actions that I didn't deserve to be called a Luna, only a servant.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, her voice coated in venom. "You haven't been invited to these events in years."

I kept my voice even. "Just visiting an old friend."

She scoffed, giving a fake smile out of the corner of her lips. "I suppose even discarded Lunas crave attention sometimes."

I turned to leave, but she stepped closer. "George's birthday is next week. You should bake him something and bring him a present."

I stopped cold. Then slowly turned to face her "I'm not doing shit for you."

Her eyes narrowed. "Still proud, even after being cast aside."

I glanced at the other people around. Many of them were watching. Mira wouldn't dare mention the divorce here even if she knew. Lucian's image had to be preserved.

"I'm not that girl you used to push around," I whispered. "And you better get used to having things done yourself, seeing that I won't be your brother's wife for long."

Her lips parted slightly.

"Yeah," I said with a tilt of my head. "I filed for a divorce. Signed. Sealed. Delivered."

And with that, I walked away, my hips swaying with every step I took.

~~~~~~~~~~~

That night I opened my laptop and scrolled through old files-my designs from my days in Preston's Academy.

The last one was dated ten years ago.

But maybe, just maybe. It was time.

Time to update it.

Time to live for myself again.

Time to return to the world that once loved me for my work.

As I typed a text to Lucas, my other phone buzzed on the desk beside me.

A new message from Lucas.

Lucas: Here's the info on the designer you'd be working with. Trust me you'll love her.

I opened the file to see there was a photo.

No.

It couldn't be.

Then I zoomed in for a better look.

"Maya?"

ELORA'S POV

"You didn't tell me she was already here."

Those were the first words that came out of my mouth the minute I stepped into Queens Academy and saw her.

Maya.

Sitting comfortably on one of the chairs with one leg crossed over the other like she owned the damn place. As though her presence alone wasn't a knife plunged into my chest.

She turned around slowly, her lips curled up with an all too familiar smirk. Her features, her dark sleek hair, and those confident eyes hadn't changed a bit.

Lucas stood beside the whiteboard, looking genuinely stunned. "Elora, I.I didn't know she was already scheduled for today. My assistant is in charge of all that. Her appointment got pushed forward last minute."

I could barely hear him. My gaze was locked on Maya, and all I could feel was the heat climbing up my neck. My wolf Sierra was begging to let out and deal with the bitch.

Then all of a sudden, she stood.

"Hello, sister," she casually said, like she hadn't ripped my life apart.

Lucas turned to me with a confused look. "Wait.You two know each other?"

I tore my eyes from her, forcing myself to breathe. My voice came out tighter than I wanted. "She's my father's daughter, my half-sister, Maya." I spat out.

Lucas' eyes widened. "Maya?"

She didn't even flinch. She took it all in, brushing non-existent dirt from her blouse.

"I didn't know, Elora. I swear to God. I didn't. If I had.."

Lucas knew quite a bit about the bad blood between Maya and I, but not all the details. And this happens to be the first time he's seeing her.

I raise a hand to stop him. "I'm not blaming you, Lucas. But if I am working here. I can't work with her."

He nodded quickly, his eyes darting between us. "Understood. Okay. Maybe we can split your shifts. You can come in on different days. Or maybe I assign you both to different departments. Maya can work on casual wear and you can take over the bridal line."

I didn't respond right away. The silence stretched as I weighed the options. My stomach twisted at the thought of breathing the same air as her. Even if our paths didn't cross physically, I'd still see her fingerprints everywhere.

"I'II think about it." I said at last.

Maya said nothing, not until I stepped out and she followed behind.

"You're not going to ask about your daughter?"

I froze. That voice, that tone-as if she had the right.

I turned back slowly, my nails digging into my palm.

News travelled fast, as soon as Lucian knew Maya was his fated mate, he made sure she moved out of our pack house in Moonhaven and right into Erelis pack. She took over everything that concerns my daughter ever since then.

"Don't ever talk about my daughter."

Maya lifted her chin. "It's been three years, Elora. You don't want to know how Nora's doing?"

My blood boils.

"You don't get to say her name," I said quietly. "You don't get to pretend to care about what I lost."

Maya took a step forward, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression softening. But not in a way that felt real. "She misses you. Not that she says it. She's proud. But I know she does."

"You're not her mother, Maya. Don't speak like you know her."

"No. But I'm the one she calls 'mama," she shot back. "And I'm the one that stayed."

That broke something in me.

"You stayed because you wormed your way into Lucian's life. You stayed because you were handed everything while I was pushed out with nothing."

Her brows lifted. "Oh please. Don't pretend you were ever some innocent victim. You married him because you wanted the title, Elora. Not because you loved him."

"Don't you dare speak about what I felt. You wouldn't know love even if it bled for you. You showed up and he dropped everything for you. His promises for me. The vows he made, and a life as the mother of his child and his Luna."

She flinched then, but only slightly. That wasn't my fault."

"But you stayed. I whispered. "You know what you were doing. And you let Nora watch it all. You let her believe I abandoned her."

"She needed stability. I gave her that."

"You gave her confusion, Maya. You fed her with lies. You let her grow up without her mother for years."

We stood at the entrance of that room, the buzz of sewing machines could be heard in the background. Lucas already got busy with something else.

Maya looked like everything I used to want to be. But she will never be what I am.

"Stay away from me," I warned "Stay away from my daughter. You don't get to use her to twist the knife."

I walked out without another word.

I didn't want to cry.

Not then.

I managed to get it together until I got home.

But the second I closed the door behind me and dropped my bag, everything spilled out. My leg gave away and I sank to the floor, my back pressed against the wall like It was the only thing holding me together. My chest ached like someone had taken a fistful of everything inside and squeezed until it burst.

I didn't sob loudly, just the kind of broken cry that comes out in gasps. I covered my mouth, hating the sound of myself unraveling.

Why now? Why did Maya have to show up here-again-in my life? And why does it still hurt so much after all these years?

I didn't even hear Selene come in. The moment her hands wrapped around me from the side, I jumped.

"Elora," she whispered. "What's wrong? You should've called me."

I couldn't even answer her, I just turned to her and let myself fall apart. She held me like a sister would, stroking my hair as I shook in her arm.

"She was there," I finally choked out. "She was working with Lucas."

Selene pulled back enough to see my face. "Who? Maya?"

I nodded.

Her mouth pressed into a thin line, then she brushed the tears from my cheeks. "You don't have to be strong right now. It's okay to fall apart. Just let it out."

"She talked about Nora. Like she has any right." I sniffled.

Selene didn't say a word to that. She just held me tighter, rocking me slightly like I was a child again.

And for a while, I let her.

She pulled back and looked at me."Now let me get us something to eat, okay? I'd be right back."

I simply nodded.

But later that night, alone in my room, I opened Nora's old photo album. The ones with pictures of her as a baby. The one with her first steps, the one with her third birthday, the one we wore matching dresses.

I pressed my hand to the page and whispered into the silence."I'm coming back for you, baby. Whether they want me or not.

And if this world has no space for a woman like me, then I'd carve one out myself.

LUCIAN'S POV

The sun had long dipped below the horizon by the time I got home. The wind howled through the trees, stirring leaves and whispering rain into the air. It hasn't started yet, but I could feel it in my bones. A heavy storm was coming. Ashridge has always been like that during winters.

I stretched my neck side to side as I stepped into the estate, fatigue settling deep in my shoulders. It had been a brutal day. The board meeting took longer than expected. The packs account had issues that needed sorting, and don't even get me started on the contractors. This is my life now after I became the Alpha of Erelis pack and still have to run my company as the CEO.

All I wanted now was a long hot bath and something warm in my stomach.

The house was a bit quiet, aside from a few pack members still running around to get some things done. They bowed their heads politely the minute they saw me walk in.

I stepped into my side of the building and it was unusually quiet. Too quiet.

No soft humming from Evelyn in the kitchen. No footsteps echoing in the hall. I reminded myself that Nora's maid was on a short leave due to her Mother's illness. But even so, Maya would have stepped in. She knew Evelyn was gone. She always took pride in keeping the estate running like a clock. I shook my head, dismissing the unease curling in my gut.

I walked upstairs, unbuttoning the cuffs of my shirt, ready to wash today's stress off my skin.

But the moment I opened my bedroom door, I stopped cold.

Nora- my ten year old daughter was fast asleep on my bed. Still in her school clothes-her shirt was rumpled, socks halfway off, her hair unbrushed, and her homework was scattered on my bed.

What the hell.

I approached quietly, kneeling beside the bed. Her small hand was curled against her cheek, her face turned toward the window where the breeze could easily get her cold.

I reached to scoop Nora up in my arms, intending to take her to her room. As I lifted her, she stirred.

"Daddy," she mumbled with sleep in her eyes.

"Yeah, baby," I whispered. "I'm here."

She blinked the sleep away. "Is Aunt Maya back yet?"

Her question hit me harder than I expected.

"No," I said slowly. "She's not home yet."

She gave me a small nod, her lips pressing together. "I waited for her. She said she'd help me with my science project when I got back...but I guess she forgot."

Guilt pierced through me like a blade.

"You shouldn't be sleeping here," I said softly. "Come on, I will take you to your room and help you get changed.

Nora pushed herself up gently. "It's okay, dad. I'm not five anymore. I can change my clothes now."

That made me pause again. Nora is sounding so grown it hurts my heart. Like, can I have my little Nora back?

"Alright," I said quietly. "Go ahead. I'll wait until you're done and fix us something to eat while you're doing that."

She slid off the bed and walked towards her room. I stood there for a long moment, staring at the door she closed behind her. The storm had begun, raindrops hit the windows in scattered patterns.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Maya's line.

Straight to voicemail.

I tried again.

Same thing.

A flash of frustration lit in my chest. She always picked up my calls. Always. Even in the middle of meetings or conferences. Where the hell was she?

Just then, someone knocked.

"Come in."

Aiden, beta of Erelis pack and my long time friend, stepped in. His expression was cold as always.

"Alpha," he bowed. "I was hoping to go over the quarterly logistics before tomorrow's council call."

"Hold that thought for a second," I said, sharper than I intended to. "Have you seen Maya around?"

Aiden blinked. "You don't know?"

My stomach tightened even before I heard what he had to say. "Know what?"

"She flew out to Manhattan earlier today with the private jet. Said she has urgent business to attend to. I assumed she cleared it with you."

The silence in the room was deafening afterwards.

"She didn't," I muttered.

Aiden looked genuinely surprised. "She usually tells you everything."

Exactly.

"Do you know what business? Or who she went to see?"

He hesitated, then he said, "Something about Queens Fashion Academy. She had an email sent to her from Lucas Banner. Said it was urgent."

Lucas Banner. That name sounds vaguely familiar.

I raked a hand through my hair. "She left Nora alone. She didn't even bother checking in."

"I thought Evelyn was still here," Aiden said carefully.

"Evelyn is gone for a while due to a family emergency. Maya knew that."

Aiden fell silent.

The image of my daughter curled up on my bed, waiting for a woman who never showed up flooded my mind again.

My jaw tensed. "So she flew to Manhattan? Without telling me?" I muttered more to myself than him.

Aiden gave an hesitant nod. "Yeah. One of the security teams saw her leaving in a hurry this morning. At first, I thought she was on pack business and you'd approved it."

My eyes narrowed. "Aiden, I said I didn't. She didn't leave any message."

There was a pause before Aiden cleared his throat. "I came for a pressing matter, Alpha. We've had another report on the Ridgeclaw pack (southern region). One of the motion sensors picked up a suspicious looking wolf last night-more than just a stray wolf passing through."

That straightened me up. "You think they're up to something?"

"Looks like it," Aiden said. "The movements were too calculated. One of the trackers swears the scent was masked-like they didn't want to be identified."

I cursed under my breath. "Alright. Put on a four hour rotation. No one goes in or out of the pack without clearance. And have tech check the surveillance grid again. I want all eyes on it and zero blind spots."

Aiden nodded in understanding. "Got it, Alpha."

But even as Aiden turned to leave. I couldn't shake the feeling in my gut. Rogues were one thing. Maya disappearance without a word-that was something else entirely.

"One more thing, Aiden."

Aiden turned before he could step out. "Yes, Alpha."

"Book me the next flight to Manhattan." I said tightly.

Aiden blinked. "Now?"

"Yes, Aiden. Now."

Aiden nodded without questioning and stepped out.

I stood by the window, watching the rain fall.

Three years ago, I believed the bond between Maya and me was the answer to everything. That finding my fated mate would fix what was broken inside me-give me the love I needed from a true mate and treat my daughter with no difference.

But tonight, looking at my daughter, hearing the disappointment in her voice.I wasn't so sure anymore."

My fated mate had just chosen her career over the child I swore to protect.

And for the first time in years, Elora's face flashed across my mind.

The way she used to sing Nora to sleep. The way she never missed a single school recital.

The way she'd dropped everything for our daughter, including her dream as a designer.

I stared into the storm, wondering how everything had gone so wrong.

And what the hell was I going to do to fix it ?