10: It's their loss, not yours

Felicity

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I groaned and opened my eyes lazily. I smiled when I heard the beautiful voice of birds.

"Imo, wake up. You need to hear this beautiful sound," I chirped and looked at the other side of the bed to wake up Massimo, who wasn’t an early bird. I always had to kick him out of bed forcefully so that he could attend the training.

My smile immediately fell when I saw the empty side of the bed. Not just that it wasn’t our bed or our room. I should correct ‘our’ to ‘his’ because I own nothing if he wasn’t mine.

Tears pooled in my eyes when I realized where I was and why.

I ran my hand on my stomach to check on my pup. ‘Venus, is our pup all right?’ I asked.

‘Yeah. We might have lost him if I hadn't handled most of the pain.

‘Him?’

‘I have got a feeling that it’s a boy. In 95% of cases, the firstborn is always a boy who is born to lead the pack and become a leader.’ I didn’t comment on that part because, out of all my seven relatives, only one family was blessed with a female pup as t