Novels by Omar

Ryan's POVAnd I meant it. Over the next week, I learned Natasha's new routine. She threw up almost every morning, sometimes multiple times. The smell of certain foods made her sick. Coffee, which she used to love, now sent her running to the bathroom.I started getting up early to make her dry toast and ginger tea. I kept crackers on her nightstand. I learned which foods she could tolerate and which ones she couldn't even look at."I feel useless," Natasha said one morning, lying on the couch with a cold cloth on her forehead."I can barely function."I sat down on the floor beside her, taking her hand. "You're not useless. You're creating life. That takes everything you've got.""I'm supposed to be taking care of Jayden and the house and-""And I'm here to help with all of that," I interrupted. "That's what I'm for. You focus on taking care of yourself and the baby. I'll handle everything else."Tears filled her eyes. "You're being so good about this.”"Natasha, this is our baby. O

A New Beginning Ryan's POVThe moment Natasha heard the news from me that she was pregnant her world stopped. That's all it took to change everything."Ryan?" Natasha's voice trembled as she held the stick toward me. "Are you seeing what I'm seeing?"I blinked hard, making sure I wasn't imagining things. "Is that... are you...""I'm pregnant," She whispered, her eyes filling with tears.I grabbed her and pulled her into my arms so fast that she let out a small gasp. "We're having a baby. We're actually having another baby!"Natasha laughed through her tears, burying her face in my chest. "I can't believe it. I thought maybe I was just late, but then I felt different, you know?”.."And now we're going to have another child," I finished for her, pulling back to look at her face. She was glowing already, or maybe that was just my imagination running wild. "Natasha, this is incredible. This is the best news.""You're happy?" She asked, searching my eyes. "Really happy? Because I know

Natasha's POVI woke up suddenly in the middle of the night with a sharp sickness rising in my chest. It came so fast that I barely had time to sit up. My hand flew to my mouth as I rushed out of the bed and into the bathroom.I barely made it to the toilet before throwing up heavily.My whole body shook as it happened again and again. My throat burned. Tears filled my eyes without me trying. I gripped the edge of the toilet, breathing hard, feeling weak and confused.“Natasha.”Ryan’s voice came immediately. He was already there, kneeling beside me, one hand holding my hair back, the other rubbing my back.“It’s okay,” He said softly. “I’m here.”I shook my head, unable to answer. Another wave came, and I threw up again. My stomach felt empty, but my body kept forcing more out. I felt helpless.Ryan reached for a towel and wiped my mouth gently when it finally stopped.“Easy,” He said. “Take slow breaths.”“I don’t know what’s wrong,” I whispered. “It won’t stop.”“We’ll figure it

Ryan's POVThe months passed quietly, the kind of quiet that comes after long storms. Stability did not arrive suddenly. It came slowly, day by day, decision by decision. Problems were solved, old wounds were addressed, trust was rebuilt as Alpha, I stayed alert, but I no longer woke up every morning expecting trouble.The pack was finally steady.I stood on the balcony that morning, looking down at the training field that had now turned into a play area for pups. Laughter filled the air, real laughter, the kind that came without fear behind it.Jayden was down there.My son was walking now not perfectly, but confidently. His steps were uneven, his balance still learning, but his determination was strong. He moved from one pup to another, holding onto small shoulders, laughing loudly whenever he almost fell.I felt my chest tighten with emotion as I watched him.“He’s getting faster.” Natasha said behind me.I turned and smiled. “Too fast.”She walked up beside me, resting her arm

Ryan's POVThe day of the public event arrived sooner than I expected. Another pack had invited us to attend a formal gathering meant to strengthen ties and show unity. It was not just political. It was also a display. Alphas, mates, heirs, and allies would all be present. Appearances mattered.I stood in our room adjusting my jacket while Natasha finished dressing. Jayden was already ready, sitting on the bed with his toys spread around him. He was unusually calm, watching us with curious eyes.“You look tense.” Natasha said as she walked up to me.“This kind of event always comes with expectations.” I replied. “People watch everything.”She reached out and straightened my collar. “Let them watch.”I looked at her closely. She looked strong, confident, and calm. The woman standing in front of me was no longer weighed down by fear or doubt. She had grown into her place beside me fully.“You ready?” I asked.“Yes.” She said. “Jayden too.”I lifted Jayden into my arms, and he grabbed

Natasha's POVThe days after Selene was banished felt different in a way I could not fully explain at first. The fear that had sat quietly in my chest began to loosen, little by little. I still stayed alert, still watched my surroundings, but I could finally breathe without expecting trouble to appear out of nowhere.I threw myself back into work.The Omega Forum needed attention, consistency, and presence. I refused to let fear slow it down. Every morning, I woke early, checked on Jayden, made sure he was fed and settled, then left him with trusted pack members before heading out.The first visit was to a group of omegas who lived on the edge of the territory. Their homes were modest, their expressions cautious when they first saw me. I knew that look well. It was the look of people who had been promised things before and left disappointed.I sat with them in a small gathering space, listening more than I spoke.“We don’t want trouble.” One of them said quietly. “We just want to f

Layla's POVChristmas Eve arrived, and Alex transformed our penthouse into a winter wonderland.A majestic tree stood tall, adorned with sparkling ornaments and garlands.Soft candlelight illuminated the room, casting a warm glow.It felt heavenly!Alex took my hand, leading me to the balcony overlooking the glittering city.“Merry Christmas, Layla,” he whispered, his eyes shining.“Merry Christmas to you too, Baby.” I smiled.Below, a private orchestra played festive melodies.A champagne flute appeared in my hand, filled with golden bubbly.“To our forever Christmas together,” Alex toasted.I smiled, clinking my glass against his.As we sipped, a sleigh drawn by majestic horses glided onto the rooftop.“Alex, is this real?” I gasped.He chuckled. “I would do the unimaginable just for you.” We rode the sleigh above the city, stars twinkling above. Enjoying a great time together.“Wow!” I exclaimed in awe.“You deserve the best, Layla.” Alex smiled, placing a kiss on my neck.Upon re

Alexander's POVI took down the last attacker, my adrenaline pumping.“Done,” Larry said, panting.I nodded, scanning the area. “Let's get Layla to safety.”As we turned to leave, the stranger reappeared. “You think you've won?” he sneered.Is he even human? I wondered, with a smirk on my face. “I know I have.” I replied.Suddenly, one of our own security guards pulled a gun on us“Seriously, Jeff?” I raised an eyebrow. “You're joining the dark side?”Larry disarmed the traitor. “Guess we have a mole.”I glared at the guard. “You're fired. And going to jail.” I spat.Layla clung to my arm, her eyes wide. “Alex, how did this happen?”I smiled reassuringly. “Don't worry, I've got this.”Larry tackled the stranger, hitting his weak spot. The stranger snarled, struggling against Larry's grip. “You'll never be free. We will come for you, Alexander.”I chuckled. “I already have. You're just a pawn. And let them come. I'll handle them.”With the traitor neutralized, we escorted Layla to safe

Layla's POVI hugged Alex tightly, relief washing over me.“Thank you,” I whispered, tears streaming down my face.Alex stroked my hair. “I'll always find you.”I pulled back, smiling. “You're my superhero.”Alex chuckled. “Just your husband.”Larry approached, handcuffing the kidnapper. “Who is this guy?” He asked.“A stalker,” Alex replied. “We'll get him help.”The kidnapper glared at us. “You'll never be happy,” he spat.Alex raised an eyebrow. “Too late for that,” he said, grinning.I giggled.As we walked out, I spotted a tiny rat amidst the scattered papers.“Look!” I exclaimed.Alex smiled. “Guess our little hero distracted the kidnapper.”I laughed. You think the rat's a hero?”Alex nodded. “Definitely.”We shared a laugh.But as we drove away, I turned serious. “Alex, what if he's not the only one?”Alex's expression turned stern. “I'll protect you, Layla. Always.”I leaned into him. “Forever and always,” I whispered.Alex smiled. “Forever and always.”After the kidnapper's

Alexander's POVI rushed to Larry's location, my mind racing with worst case scenarios. What could be so urgent?As I arrived, Larry greeted me with a worried expression. “Alex, sorry to disturb your evening, but we have a major issue.”“What is it?” I asked, impatience creeping in.“Our servers have been hacked. Client data is at risk.” He replied.I cursed under my breath. “Get our tech team on it. Now.”Just as we began brainstorming solutions, my phone buzzed. An unknown number.“Hello?” I answered.“Alexander King.” A low, menacing voice replied on the other end.My instincts kicked in. “Who is this?”“You don't need to know. But you'll never see Layla again.” He replied.My heart plummeted. “What have you done with her?”“Let's just say she's...indisposed.” He grinned.Rage coursed through my veins. “Listen, you sick…”The line went dead.“Larry, I need to go!” I shouted, already sprinting back to the lake.Larry's concerned voice faded into the distance. “Alex, wait!”I dialed

Layla's POVThe next morning, Alex and I were snuggled on the couch, binge-watching our favorite show. I turned to him with a mischievous grin. “Alex?”“Yeah?” he replied, his eyes still on the screen.“I have a confession to make,” I said, trying to contain my excitement.Alex turned to me, raising an eyebrow. “What is it?”I took a deep breath. “I've been secretly taking dance lessons.”Alex's eyes widened in surprise. “What? Why?”I giggled. “I want to surprise you with a sexy dance for our anniversary.”Alex's face lit up with a bright smile. “That's amazing! But now I have to stop it.”I laughed. “Game on! But don't think you can outdo me.”The next thing, Alex disappeared into the kitchen. I heard strange noises, pots clanging, utensils tapping.“What's going on?” I asked, curiosity getting the better of me.“Surprise!” Alex shouted, emerging with a makeshift drum set.He began drumming, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I couldn't help but laugh.“You're crazy!” I exclaimed.

Alexander's POVTears streamed down my face as I heard Layla's whispering into my ears.“I will stand by you, Alex. Even if you decide to push me away.”My heart melted.I was selfish. I shouldn't have desired a family. It was too much for me to desire happiness with my family.I pretended to sleep, Layla's words echoing in my mind. She deserved better than a life filled with hospital visits and constant worry. But I couldn't bear the thought of losing her.As we arrived home, Layla helped me to my room, her silence a testament to her concern. I knew she must have done research on Hemophilia A, trying to understand the reality we faced.It wasn't as bad as she supposed. I have been taking care of myself since I was young. I let her think I was asleep, but I watched her through slightly opened eyes. Her determination and love were a healing to my soul.The next few days passed in a blur. Layla took care of me, nursing my hand back to health.I told her not to worry that it wasn't as