chapter 6

Sierra pov.

Being with Dean has been the greatest thing that ever happened to me. His smile radiates like the sun, and whenever I'm with him, I feel my heart beating again.

We both sat on the bed, lost in an eternal kiss. I never wanted him to pull away, and the mere thought of him leaving me was unbearable.

Suddenly, his phone rang, and we reluctantly broke apart. He retrieved his phone and glanced at the screen, his face contorting with anger. He dropped the phone back onto the bed. Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone.

"Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen.

"Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger.

"He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

I couldn't fathom why he was so infuriated by this Drake person or what he might have done to elicit such a response from Dean in the past.

Just as I was about to set the phone down, it rang once again. Glancing at the screen, I noticed it was Drake calling once more.

"He's calling again. Why don't you answer and find out why he's trying to reach you?" I suggested.

He looked at me, and within a second, he snatched the phone from my hands, eliciting a smile from me.

I observed as he brought the phone to his ear, his expression contorted with anger as he bellowed into the receiver, "What?"

I watched his face, consumed by fury all because of this Drake guy. Before I knew it, he abruptly stood up, a look of shock plastered on his face.

"What did you say?" he exclaimed.

Confusion flooded my mind as I tried to comprehend the situation and the reason for his sudden reaction. The call ended, and he turned to face me.

"What happened?" I questioned, and he broke down, collapsing onto the bed with his hands covering his head.

I moved closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder, and gazed at him intently.

"What happened?"

He met my gaze, and in his eyes, I could see a profound sadness.

"What happened? What did he say?"

There was a moment of silence, and then he looked at me and spoke.

"Linda was in an accident."

I was shocked when I heard that. Fear gripped me, and I stood up, locking my gaze with his.

"Then why are you still here? Let's go!"

As I started to walk away, he grabbed my hands and stood up, his eyes locked with mine.

"I think you should stay, and let me go instead. You still need some rest, okay?"

I smiled and held his hands in mine, moving closer to him.

"It's okay, Alpha Dean. I think it's best if I go visit her. I know she hates me, but I just can't stay and not see her when she's in pain."

Before Dean could speak, I placed my finger on his lips and leaned my face closer to his, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

"It's okay, let's just go."

I pulled my hands away from him and walked over to the dress he had brought for me to look presentable.

It took me a few minutes to get ready, and then I walked back to him. He stared at me in awe, and then stood up, his hands wrapping around my waist as he pulled me closer to him.

"You look beautiful," he said, leaning in for a kiss.

I placed my hand over his mouth, stopping him from kissing me, and instead, I planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Why don't we go? Linda must be in pain, and she might be hoping you'll come."

He nodded, and we both walked outside. We got into his car, and he drove off towards the hospital, where his friend had told him Linda could be.

I was scared in some way, thinking that all of this could be my fault. If I hadn't joined this pack or come into her life, maybe she would have been happy by now.

I felt an overwhelming sense of guilt and pain consuming me as I witnessed everything that was happening. Dean's hands rested on me, and I raised my gaze to meet his concerned eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked, and I mustered a smile to conceal my deep-seated worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just really concerned about Linda," I replied, my voice strained.

He pulled me closer, my head finding solace on his shoulder. In that moment, I felt a sense of calm wash over me, prompting me to close my eyes and savor the tranquility.

After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at the very same hospital Dean had taken me to before—the hospital where I had experienced the devastating loss of my child. The sight of it alone left me staring, on the verge of tears as memories flooded my mind.

Dean tightened his embrace, approaching me and gently wiping away the tears that trickled down my cheeks. In his arms, I felt safe, yearning for our relationship to succeed against all odds.

"Everything will be okay. Let's leave the past behind and create a new future together," he whispered, his words filled with hope.

I nodded, wiping away the remnants of tears, managing a smile.

"Yeah, you're right. No matter how many tears I shed, my child will never return."

Turning away, I took hesitant steps toward the hospital entrance, and Dean followed closely behind. However, an unshakable feeling lingered within me, warning that this visit might have been a mistake from the start.