LOGINYELENA Tristan stayed by my side, his hand on the small of my back, waiting.Another twenty minutes crawled by. The silence in the hall was suffocating. Livia stayed in her chair, barely moving, though her eyes were fixed on the door. Suddenly, the door burst open.Doctor Megan rushed out, his face drenched in sweat. He wasn't walking; he was practically stumbling, his eyes wide with panic."She’s awake, Doctor Moonrack!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "She’s awake, but... she’s coughing up blood! It won't stop!""What?!" The chair scraped loudly against the floor as I stood up. A sudden, violent jolt of energy surged through my limbs, clearing the exhaustion in an instant.The hallway erupted into chaos. Tristan’s mother let out a strangled cry. Daniel lunged toward the door. Behind us, I saw Jackson and Nyra walking back into the wing, their faces turning to stone as they took in the scene.I sprinted toward the ward, my heart hammering against my ribs. "No, no, no," I whisp
YELENATristan opened his mouth to protest, his jaw set in that hard line that usually meant he was about to shut the whole conversation down. But my mother was faster, her hand raised slightly. "Let my daughter do it, Alpha," she said, her voice soft but immovable."Please. I have my reasons."Tristan’s gaze flickered from my mum to me, then back again. He looked like he wanted to argue, to protect me from the humiliation, but he finally let out a sharp exhale through his nose. He didn't step back, though; he stayed right there like a living shield."Okay," he said simply.I felt a heavy weight settle in my stomach. My mother took my hand, squeezing it firmly, her eyes pleading with me to just follow through.I looked at her, then at the floor, and finally let out a long, ragged sigh."Fine," I said, the word sounding forced and hollow.I looked at Livia.She looked happier now than she had since she arrived. She was practically glowing with the satisfaction of having backed me int
YELENALivia stepped forward, her heels clicking sharply against the linoleum floor. She reached up and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, a gesture that dripped with a false sense of pride. She held her head high, acting as if she were the guest of honor rather than an intruder."I don't need to be told when to come," she said, her voice smooth and practiced. "I know the right thing to do." She stretched her hand forward, offering a small box. "I brought this for my friend."The package was wrapped beautifully, with a silk ribbon and expensive paper, but I wasn't looking at the gift... I was looking at her. She didn't look like someone visiting a sick friend in a hospital. She looked like she was heading to a nightclub. Her shiny, tight top barely covered her breasts, straining against her skin, and her waistline was on full display. It was a calculated look, one meant to turn heads... specifically Tristan’s. "And who exactly is your friend?"The question came from Tristan’s
YELENA My mum placed a hand on Luna’s arm. "You don't have to cry, Luna. You have strong children. Marie is a fighter, and she’ll be back with us soon. You’ll see."Tristan’s mother looked at my mum, her expression one of deep gratitude. "Thank you. Even after everything Tristan did... everything that happened between our families... You still stood by us. You’re a good friend."She pulled my mother into a sudden hug. My mum didn't hesitate, wrapping her arms around her. "You're a good person, too," my mother whispered. "You did the right thing when it mattered most. That’s what counts."I looked over at Nyra, who was watching them with a trembling lip. She looked like she was about to join in on the crying. She caught my eye and leaned over to hug me, failing miserably at hiding the tears."I’m just so happy it’s finally over," Nyra sniffled into my shoulder. I blinked back my own tears, feeling the weight of the last few years finally starting to lift.The men were watching us with
YELENA The sound of footsteps wasn’t just one person, it was a small crowd. I blinked, squinting against the hallway lights as the group rounded the corner, and my heart skipped a beat.It was my mum. Right behind her was Tristan’s mother, who had a sleeping Claire strapped to her back in a colorful wrap.Then came Daniel, Nyra, and even Jackson.I sat up straighter, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten. "Mum!" I called out, my voice cracking just a little.She didn't even wait for me to stand. She rushed toward me, her face a mask of worry and maternal instinct. "Oh, my daughter! Look at you. You look so stressed... you’ve worked far too much today!"She pulled me into a tight hug, though she was careful, shifting her weight so she wouldn't press against my stomach. I buried my face in her shoulder for a second, soaking in the smell of home and lavender.Before she could even let go, Nyra was there, hovering anxiously. She dropped to a crouch in front of the bench."My friend, you
YELENA I tilted my head back to look at him. "What? Why do you look like that? The treatment went perfectly. She’s going to be fine, Tristan."He didn't look relieved yet. His brow was furrowed, his jaw tight. He pulled me even closer, his arm a heavy, warm weight around my shoulders. "I know but you look so tired. You look stressed. I’m not letting you do anything like this again. The other doctors can handle the follow-ups."I leaned into him, closing my eyes for a brief second. "They already told me the same thing. They’re handling the rest but nothing is wrong with me, really. I just need a little rest."He leaned down and pressed a long, lingering kiss to my forehead. "Yes, and you’re going to get a lot of it. I don't like seeing you pushed to your limit like this. Thank you, Yelena. Thank you for everything you’ve done for my family. I... I can never lose you again."The intensity in his voice made my heart do a strange little flip.I felt a blush creep up my neck.I wasn't sur
YELENAThe moment Tristan stepped into my office the next day, I was already on my feet.I didn’t even know how it happened. One second I was sitting, the next I was standing, as if my body had decided before my brain caught up. I had unblocked him and messaged him. Told him to come. And just like
YELENAI swallowed hard.There was no way I was saying anything about my baby. Not now. Not like this. Not when his eyes were sharp and his voice carried that dangerous calm that made my wolf curl in on herself.So I stayed quiet.I needed him to talk first. I needed to hear what he thought he knew
LIVIAI stood there, silent, my breathing shallow, and listened to every word Tristan poured out like poison and fire. He didn’t know I was there. He didn’t know his walls were thin when rage spoke for him. And I heard it all... every threat, every promise, every filthy devotion he still gave to th
JACKSON“Get away from here!” she yelled, her voice shaking the entire restaurant.“Do I look like Lena to you?! Do I look like your ex-mate to you?!”Her words sliced deeper than claws.“It’s not like that…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off again.“Leave now, Jackson before I give you anothe







