Werewolf, I hate him, therefore I'll marry him.

The soft morning light filtered through the sleek, modern apartment that Awa Carpenter now called home. The warm hues of the sun's rays reflected off the smooth, minimalist surfaces of her kitchen as she stood by the counter, sipping her coffee, savoring the peaceful start to her day. It had been four years since she escaped the controlling clutches of Humphrey Norris, and Awa had come a long way. The woman she was now, strong and self-assured, was far from the one who had once been entangled in a toxic relationship that nearly broke her.

She had finished her bachelor's degree, something she had once thought was out of reach, and now lived in a modern, expensive-looking apartment with her younger sister, Tina, and her daughter, Beatrice. The apartment was everything she could have dreamed of—open, bright, and a reflection of the life she had fought to reclaim.

Tina was humming a tune as she rushed around the kitchen, her hair still wet from her shower, barely managing to keep her half-eaten toast in hand while trying to pull on her heels.

"Always in a rush," Awa teased, sitting down at the island counter and sipping her coffee.

Tina grinned, eyes bright with her usual bubbly energy. "Girl, you know I have a meeting at 8! I'm showing an international client some prime real estate today, and trust me, I can't be late. These people do not like waiting."

Awa chuckled, shaking her head. "I don't know how you do it. You're always so hyper in the mornings."

"It's called ambition, darling," Tina said with a wink, taking a hurried bite of her toast. "Plus, I have to look flawless, obviously." She ran her fingers through her hair, giving herself a once-over in the hallway mirror. "International Property Company or not, I'm still looking for that sugar daddy."

Awa smirked. "I thought you were the sugar daddy with that commission."

"Touché," Tina laughed, grabbing her bag and keys from the counter. "Okay, I'm out! Wish me luck with my client. Maybe he'll take me on a yacht for lunch." She wiggled her eyebrows before rushing out the door, the sound of her heels echoing in the hallway.

"Good luck!" Awa called after her, shaking her head in amusement. Life with Tina was never dull.

She turned her attention to Beatrice, who sat at the table munching on her cereal, her backpack slung over the back of her chair, ready for school. Awa smiled at the sight of her daughter, growing more and more into her own person every day. Beatrice was seven now, full of life, and the reason Awa pushed through everything.

"Ready for school, sweetheart?" Awa asked as she cleared her coffee mug from the counter.

Beatrice nodded, her mouth full of cereal. "Uh-huh. Mrs. Green said we're going to learn about space today! I'm going to tell her I want to be an astronaut."

Awa's heart warmed at her daughter's enthusiasm. "An astronaut? That's amazing. Maybe one day you'll fly to the moon."

Beatrice's eyes sparkled. "Maybe! And I can bring you and Auntie Tina with me!"

Laughing, Awa ruffled her daughter's hair before helping her get her things together. They headed out the door, and after dropping Beatrice off at school, Awa made her way to her own work.

Awa Carpenter had a job that many envied—she was the host of a popular radio show, and her voice had become a familiar sound to many listeners across the city. Her wit, charm, and engaging personality had gained her a considerable following, something that surprised her given how far she had come since her days of uncertainty. Her life, now filled with positivity and independence, was lightyears away from the one she had left behind.

Entering the radio station, Awa felt the familiar buzz of energy that filled the studio. She greeted her co-workers with a warm smile before settling in at her desk. Soon, the on-air light flickered on, and Awa leaned into the microphone, her voice smooth and welcoming.

"Good morning, everyone! You're listening to 'Morning Vibes' with Awa Carpenter. How's everyone doing today? Ready to kickstart the day with some good energy? I know I am," she said, her voice filled with enthusiasm as the text messages from listeners started pouring in.

Her co-host, Keira, a vibrant woman with an infectious laugh, slid into the seat next to her, grinning as she read through some of the listeners' comments. Keira was always full of banter, and today was no different.

"Girl, you know we've got all the morning vibes here!" Keira said, throwing a playful wink Awa's way.

Awa laughed, leaning into the joke. "As long as the vibes include a strong coffee and maybe a nap later, I'm in."

Keira smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Or maybe we could squeeze in something a little more… exciting?" she teased, her voice dripping with suggestive undertones as she shot a playful look at Awa.

Awa rolled her eyes, grinning. "You know you have to stop flirting with me on-air. You're going to give our listeners the wrong idea."

Keira laughed, flipping her hair dramatically. "Hey, I just call it like I see it. And what I see is a very fine woman sitting right next to me."

Awa played along, leaning closer to the mic. "Listeners, you heard it here first—Keira is trying to steal me away."

The soundboard technician burst into laughter in the background, and Keira winked at Awa, always quick on her feet. The banter flowed naturally, and before long, their segment was over.

As the 'on-air' light flicked off, Keira stood, stretching her arms. "Lunch?"

"Of course," Awa agreed, gathering her things. "Let's go before you get us both in trouble."

They headed to their usual lunch spot, a cozy café down the street. The conversation was light as always, filled with jokes, laughter, and the occasional teasing from Keira, who had no boundaries when it came to flirting. Awa took it all in stride, enjoying the easy rapport they shared.

"Honestly," Keira said between bites of her sandwich, "if I weren't so hopelessly in love with my girlfriend, I'd be all over you."

Awa smirked, raising her eyebrow. "Oh? I think Stanley might have something to say about that."

Keira rolled her eyes dramatically. "Stanley's great and all, but come on, Awa. You could do so much better."

Awa laughed, shaking her head. "No way. Stanley's good for me."

Keira sighed, waving her hand dismissively. "Fine, fine. I'll let you have your cute, nonprofit-working man. But if he ever screws up, you know who to call."

"I'll keep that in mind," Awa replied with a grin.

As if on cue, her phone buzzed. Awa looked down to see a text from Stanley, letting her know he was on his way to pick her up. She felt that familiar flutter in her chest as she quickly texted back.

Stanley arrived a few minutes later, pulling up outside the café in his old, reliable car. He waved through the window, and Awa smiled, waving back. Keira gave her a knowing look as Awa gathered her things.

"There he is," Keira teased. "Your knight in shining armor."

"Goodbye, Keira," Awa said with mock exasperation, laughing as she made her way outside.

Stanley was leaning against his car when she walked out, his easy smile greeting her like always. "Hey, beautiful," he said, leaning in to kiss her on the cheek. "How was your day?"

"Pretty good. Flirting with Keira all morning, as usual," Awa replied with a playful smirk.

Stanley chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think I can compete with that."

"You don't have to," Awa said softly, slipping her hand into his. They had only been dating for three months, but it felt right. Stanley was different from the others—calm, steady, and never making her feel like she needed to be anyone other than herself.

As they drove to pick up Beatrice from school, Stanley glanced over at her, his hand resting on her thigh. "I have to go on a work trip for a few days," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I'll miss you while I'm gone."

Awa smiled, squeezing his hand. "I'll miss you too. But Beatrice and I will hold down the fort."

Pulling into the school parking lot, Stanley leaned in, capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss. Awa felt warmth spread through her, the connection between them strong, but not overpowering like it had been with her past relationships. She was no longer the broken woman Humphrey had tried to control, nor the naive girl who fell for Drake. She had learned to stand on her own two feet.

The kiss deepened for a moment before they broke apart, both of them smiling, breathless.

"Okay, let's get Beatrice," Stanley said, his eyes sparkling with affection.

That evening, after Stanley had dropped them off and headed out on his work trip, Awa sat down to dinner with Beatrice and Tina. The table was filled with the usual warmth and laughter that always accompanied their meals. Tina, ever the jokester, was teasing Beatrice about school, and Beatrice, in her usual way, was responding with the kind of sass that only a seven-year-old could manage.

But later, after dinner was done and the dishes were cleared, Awa's phone rang. She glanced at the screen, her boss's name flashing across it. Frowning, she excused herself and stepped into the living room to take the call.

"Hey, Mark," Awa said, her tone light. "What's up?"

"Awa, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I wanted to give you a heads-up," Mark's voice was serious, and Awa's stomach tightened with anxiety. "Our biggest sponsor—Northway Group—they've pulled out. That was 70% of our revenue. I don't know how it'll affect your salary yet, but… it's not good."

Awa's heart sank. Northway Group had been the backbone of their sponsorship. Without them, the station would be in serious trouble. "Oh… wow. That's really bad. Thanks for letting me know, Mark. I'll… I'll figure something out."

She hung up, feeling the weight of the news settle over her. Tina, sensing something was wrong, came into the living room, her face full of concern.

"What's going on, sis?"

Awa explained the situation, her voice tight with worry. Tina listened carefully, her expression growing serious as the gravity of the situation became clear.

"That's… pretty bad, huh?" Tina said softly, sitting down next to Awa.

"Yeah," Awa replied, rubbing her temples. "If we can't find another sponsor, it's going to hit hard."

Tina was quiet for a moment before she brightened, her eyes lighting up with an idea. "Hey, what if I ask my company? We're always looking for new ways to market ourselves, and your radio show has a big audience, right? I bet they'd be interested in sponsoring it."

Awa blinked, surprised by the suggestion. "You think that could work?"

"Why not? I'll pitch it to them tomorrow. It's worth a shot."

Awa felt a flicker of hope. "That would be amazing, Tina. Thank you."

"Of course. We'll fix this. I promise."

After a few moments of silence, Tina grinned, her bubbly nature returning. "Speaking of work, guess who I saw this week at the office?"

Awa raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Forrest Quinn," Tina said, licking her lips mischievously. "You know, the son of the company owner? He was visiting, and let me tell you, sis, that boy is fine."

Awa burst out laughing. "Tina, he's like… what? Seventeen? Eighteen?"

Tina shrugged with a cheeky grin. "And? As long as it can get hard, I'm happy."

Awa shook her head, unable to suppress her laughter. "You wouldn't even let a child go?"

"Hey," Tina said, raising her hands in mock defense. "Age is just a number. Besides, I heard he's starting his internship next week. I might just have to show him the ropes."

They both laughed, Tina was always joking, hopefully, she wouldn't take it too far Awa thought worriedly.

Unbeknownst to them, that "child" would bring a storm into their lives—one that would turn their world upside down, throwing their family into a mess they couldn't yet imagine.