Emily/Shenaya’s POV
I was sitting in the studio trying to get creative with designs, my studio was an elegant and modern space. Sunlight filtered through tall windows which illuminates the room with a golden glow. The whole place was filled with fabric materials and racks of my Sophisticated designs for the Upcoming Paris Fashion Week. As a top designer in Paris, nothing but the very best was expected from me, so I have been busy designing masterpieces all week.
“You have a package,” Cynthia, my assistant’s voice brought me out of my creativity, her voice was bright but cautious
“Package? From who?” I asked sharply. I raised an eyebrow, already suspicious. It could be Andrew or one of Ethan’s business partners trying to get into his good book.
“From an anonymous source, ma’am,” Cynthia replied, holding out a bouquet of vibrant red roses, a box of chocolates, and an envelope.
My eyes narrowed and I was excited to eat the chocolates. I grabbed the letter and opened it. My fingers started to tremble as I read the letter
“”
How are you doing beautiful? Have a great day, love. I am really sorry for everything, and I wish I could take back time. We need to meet because we have a lot to talk about. Please don’t say no.
Enjoy your day, Shenaya.
Aiden ”
My heart began to thud in my chest as I read the familiar name on the paper, but I didn’t let my emotion show on my face, my face remained emotionless. I handed the letter and gifts back to Cynthia.
“Throw everything in the trash,” I said coldly as I walked past Cynthia. My high heels clicked loudly against the marble floor as I headed towards my office.
I slammed the door hard behind me and sank into my chair. I stare out at the skyline of Paris whirlwind of emotions in me.
He just ruined my morning. After all these years, after all the pain and torment, how could he dare to try and waltz back into my life with flowers and chocolates as if they could erase everything he and his mate put me through in the past?
My thoughts spiraled. I had spent years trying to recover from the cruelty Aiden and his mate, Skylar, had put me through. My fist clenched automatically in anger as I remembered how Aiden had treated me like a disposable Omega, he threw me away without giving it a second thought.
Now he had the audacity to send me such a message? Did he even know about his son? My mind raced with anger, bitterness, and a small but undeniable spark of longing that came from Lily which I immediately dismissed. Not now, not ever
I grabbed my phone and dialed Ethan’s number. He picked up on the second ring.
“Why are you calling me when you can just contact me through the mind link? Are you sure you still have your wolf?” Ethan grumbled on the other end, his tone teasing but tired.
“Stop complaining,” I snapped, not in the mood to deal with his nagging ass. “Send me Aiden’s number.”
“Fine.” He groaned and ended the call abruptly without another word. Ethan has never been a big fan of phone calls and I lowkey think his favorite thing about being a werewolf is the ability to mind-link
My phone pinged seconds later with Aiden’s contact. Without hesitation, I dialed his number. I became nervous instantly and if my phone was a living thing, it would be choking with the way I was holding it tightly.
Aiden answered almost immediately, his deep voice filling the silence.
“Hello?” he said, his voice like a dagger to my heart, sending butterflies and anger all at once through me.
“You know what?” I began with a harsh voice, though my heart fluttered. “You’re right. We should meet.” My voice was controlled but cold. “I’ll text you the time and address.”
“Shenaya?” his voice held a mixture of surprise and something else, but I wasn’t interested in hearing more. I ended the call abruptly, my mind racing with the flood of emotions I had tried so hard to bury.
As much as I enjoyed my success over the years and how I have come into the limelight in the Paris Fashion industry, I hated the famous part, the paparazzi which is why I chose a quiet, luxurious cafe tucked away in one of Paris’s more private neighborhoods as the location for our meeting. The ambiance was elegant with warm lighting, polished wooden furniture, and a view of the Seine.
I arrived in a stunning black dress that hugged my curves, as a fashion icon, I couldn’t afford to be caught unfresh. My raven-black hair was pulled into a sleek ponytail and my makeup was on point with my demeanor exuding confidence.
Aiden was already seated at a table when I arrived, his eyes locking onto mine as I entered. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored suit, his presence commanding yet softened. His scent hit me like a punch, which brings back the memories of my first ever mistake with him which was the one-night stand.
Aiden stood up as I approached him with his eyes not leaving my body. I was no longer the timid girl he had once known.
“Shenaya,” he began with a low voice but I raised a hand to cut him off.
“Don’t.” I sat across from him. “Let’s get one thing straight, I’m here because I have something to tell you not because I am interested in your weak attempt to fix what you broke.”
“Since you didn’t make the attempt about the child you dared to call a bastard, I’ll give an update.” I snapped. Aiden swallowed hard but didn’t say anything.
“You have a son,” I continued with my tone still cold. “His name is Leo. He’s smart, and kind, and he deserves better than what you gave me.” Aiden’s face paled.
“I want to meet him,” he whispered, guilt spread across his face. I studied him for a moment
“Come to the estate tonight,” I said, standing up. “You can meet your son then.”
He looked like he wanted to say something but I wasn’t ready to listen to him. Without another word, I stood up and walked out of the cafe, my heels clicked loudly against the marble floor, leaving Aiden to sit with the crushing reality of what he just heard.