Chapter 24

Mikayla's POV
After a few moments of silence, I decided to invite him to my small house. “Then, you can come with me to the house. it's time for the kids to sleep,” I said, trying to sound casual even though my heart was pounding.
Rudolf nodded with a smile. “Sure, I’d love to see where you live and our kids to sleep,” he said.
The journey to our house was filled with the subtle noise of traffic and the hustle and bustle of life around us. I tried to distract myself from dwelling on the past.
When we arrived at my little house, a warm atmosphere greeted us. Rudolf entered the house and looked around, the smile on his face was genuine.
“This is a beautiful house, Mikayla. Simple but comfortable. You did a great job with everything here,” he said, admiring the atmosphere of the house.
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a little proud but at the same time, a little embarrassed to admit how hard it was to live without his full support.
After a while, we sat together in the living room. With the quiet atmosphere and the shadow of the past still lingering, I could feel the tension between us. My struggle to face my own feelings was shaking in the air.
“So, how are the kids?” Rudolf asked, genuinely curious.
“Emma and Daniel are doing well. They are growing up fast,” I replied, missing their presence in this conversation. “Their daily life is not always easy, but we can cope. I try my best to give them the best.”
Rudolf’s eyes shone as if he was listening to every word I said. However, there was one big question in my heart—should I let him back into my life, and into the lives of the children?
In that quiet moment, I felt the weight of the decision that had to be made. Dare to start over with someone who meant so much to me, or keep my distance to protect myself and my children?
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. And for that, I had to decide if I was ready to give a second chance—not just to Rudolf, but to myself.
That night, the atmosphere was warm and intimate as we sat in front of the house, facing the quiet beach. The waves lapped softly and the stars shone brightly in the sky, creating a magical and intimate atmosphere. Every minute that passed brought us closer together.
As we talked, Rudolf explained more about himself. “Mikayla, I am a werewolf. It’s part of who I am,” he said, his eyes sincere, as if he wanted to open up completely.
I was shocked. To be honest, I had suspected a little bit of this, but hearing it from him still shook me. “So, it’s true. When we were together in that hotel…” I said, remembering an old memory.
He nodded, and a small smile appeared on his face. “That’s right, part of me. And to clarify, I never wanted to make you feel scared or uncomfortable.”
“I’ve seen a few werewolves before, but they’ve never bothered me,” I replied, trying to remember the strange things I’d seen. “Maybe because they sensed my sincerity,” I added.
Rudolf smiled, as if proud of that. “That’s one of the great things about us werewolves. We can feel the energy of those around us. If you believe, we can share that magic.”
“The atmosphere in my house is really comfortable,” I said, trying to move on to a lighter topic. “Sometimes, I feel lucky to live here, where I can hear the waves and feel the sea air every day.”
“True. This is a little paradise,” he replied, looking around with a smile of admiration. “I love how peaceful this place gives you. When I see your children playing here, I feel like they’re going to grow up in a loving environment.”
Our peace was maintained, and my heart slowly began to open. That night’s conversation brought back fond memories we had shared, and I began to feel that there might be hope for the future.
“Rudolf, if you really want to be involved in my life and the kids, we need to build trust,” I said, looking at him seriously. “If I open this door, I want to know that I won’t be disappointed again.”
He nodded, and I could feel the sincerity in his gaze. “I want to show you that I’ve changed and am ready to do better. This opportunity is not just for me, but for you and the kids as well. I want to be with you as a family.”
The next morning, I had prepared breakfast, albeit a simple one. Most of the time, I only cooked for myself and the kids, so my skills in the kitchen weren’t as good as I had hoped. I felt a little anxious about whether Rudolf would like my cooking or not.
When he arrived in the kitchen, the aroma of the simple breakfast beckoned him over. “Eat if you want. If not, you can just stay,” I said, trying to sound casual even though I was hoping he wouldn’t say no.
Rudolf looked at the food on the table with a curious expression. He smiled, and I could feel his sincerity. “Mikayla, everything looks delicious. I’ll try it,” he replied cheerfully.
He took his place at the table and began to eat his breakfast. I watched him, feeling a mixture of hope and fear. Would he like this food or would he want to avoid it?
Every bite he took seemed to be savored. “It’s delicious! You don’t have to be so modest in your cooking. It’s a warm and flavorful meal,” he said, making my heart flutter. “The simple taste makes me feel at home in your home.”
Hearing his compliment, my feelings gradually became relieved. The anxiety that had previously enveloped me slowly disappeared. “Thank you, Rudolf. I just didn’t know how well this would be received,” I said with a small smile on my face.