LOGINAnastasia.
After I leave his house, I break down in the car. I could get pregnant. As the sister of the Alpha of one of the largest and wealthiest packs, I would bring shame to my family.
My brother and father adore me. I never want that to change. There is no way I would marry Crosswalk, even if I carry his child.
The car pulls up in front of our elegant park house. I'm sure my brother has been looking for me. He must think that I disappeared from the party. I warn the driver not to tell anyone where he picked me up from and slip some notes into his palm.
I walk to the door. The door is yanked open before I even get the opportunity to knock.
Arthur just stands there looking relieved that I'm safe. He pulls me into his arms and hugs me tightly.
When he releases me, I walk inside quietly.
He closes the door and rushes to my side.
"Are you alright, Ana?" He asks.
Tears pool in my eyes. I don't trust my voice, so I just nod.
"I heard you went into heat at the party". He says.
I know where he is going and I can't lie to him. We tell each other everything. He is the only person that knows about my rejection of Crosswalk. Not even my father knows.
I rub my eyes from sleep and exhaustion.
"So you heard? Everyone must have heard about it by now". I say and sit down to pull off my heels. He sits down across me.
"Do you know what else I heard?" He asks.
I know exactly what he is going to say. I just shrug.
"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. People saw you leave with Alpha Levi". He adds.
I shrug again. I don't want to cry.
"Why did you leave with him?" He asks.
I wipe my eyes.
"He offered to take me home since other males were coming to claim me. The pain was too much. I asked him to do it". I blurt out, unable to meet his gaze.
"I thought as much. The scent of your heat is no longer as strong". He says.
I cover my face and sob.
"I'm so stupid, Arthur. I just sold myself to the person I hate the most in this world".
He leans forward and rubs my knee.
"Someone else would have had to do it. Both of us are not getting any younger. We are not getting any more mates so don't be so hard on yourself".
I sniffle.
"Levi has ruined me". I say, still sobbing.
"No, he has not. We just have to make sure that he does not tell anyone else about it". He says.
"That's not the problem. I was too deep in my pain to realize that he had not used protection. He only told me after. He said it slipped his mind". I admit.
Arthur's jaw drops.
"That's messed up. What are you going to do if you get pregnant?" He asks.
I cover my face again.
"I don't know. I really don't know. The chances are very high. He has ruined me. He must be very proud of himself".
Arthur's balled his hands into fists.
"That asshole is going to pay".
I say nothing.
"You should get some rest". He says and stands up.
I stand up as well. He walks me to my bedroom door. Before I enter, I turn to him.
"Please don't tell dad". I plead.
He just nods.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about that. I won't". He says with a small smile.
Just then, Parfin, the Beta comes out of his bedroom.
He smiles at me. I don't smile back. My situation is way too grim to allow me to smile.
I enter my room and Arthur closes the door after me. As soon as I climb the bed, I dose off.
Two Weeks Later.
I wake up feeling dull and sick. I woke up the same way yesterday. I feel different. My body feels different. My wolf is very energetic.
I rush out of bed and into the toilet. I open the toilet lid and empty my entire gut. What the hell?
It can't be. It just can't be.
I tear out a paper towel and wipe my mouth with it. I wash my face and go to my brother's room.
He opens the door before I even knock.
He sniffs me in.
"You smell different". He comments.
"I do? I feel different too". I say and push past him into the room.
He mind-links with me. His eyes widen when he knows what I'm thinking.
"It can't be. You won't be able to hide it from dad and the other pack members". He says.
"I need to be sure." I mumble.
He runs his hands through his brown hair. His handsome face is filled with concern and worry for me.
I am lucky to have him.
"I can secretly get a pack nurse to look at you". He suggests.
I think for a moment.
"Pack nurses gossip a lot". I say.
He shrugs.
"Well, I'm running out of ideas here". He says.
"I know someone who can help. He will be coming to the party at the Red Moon Pack". I say.
"You still plan on going. Every one would notice your scent. They will know you're carrying". He says.
"Let them. We don't know for sure. My scent changed days ago". I say.
"What if that asshole is there? He definitely will be there".
"I can't care any less if he is there or not". I say.
"I do. He is sure going to get it from me". Arthur says through clenched teeth.
"Just don't do anything stupid". I say and leave his room.
We arrive at the party long after it had started.
His scent hit me hard as soon as I enter the room. I look around for him. When I finally see him, he is already looking at me. Arthur comes up to stand beside me. Our eyes lock for a couple of seconds before I tear them away. I feel a sharp pain in my womb.
Before I know what is happening, my bro
ther is already across the room pounding his fists into Levi's face.
God, no.
AnastasiaThe house feels heavier with each passing day, though no one says it aloud. I see the weight of expectation in Levi’s posture, the careful attention in Greta’s eyes, the quiet concern in Jenna’s. I try to act normal, try to move about like I belong, but every glance at Ray, every touch, every tiny gesture he makes toward me reminds me that I am here under their watchful eyes. I can’t let him—or anyone—see the plan forming in my mind, so I keep my movements deliberate, measured, calculated.I’ve taken to hiding little things in my room, transferring small amounts of money into a separate account whenever I can, under the guise of bills or savings. I take only what I can conceal, what can’t be traced, what won’t raise suspicion. Day by day, I prepare quietly, careful not to draw attention to myself. Greta fusses over me when I linger too long in my room, asking if I’m tired, if I ne
LeviI sit at my desk, laptop open, emails half-read, contracts half-signed, and yet none of it registers. My mind keeps returning to the way Ana clutches Ray in her lap, how she leans slightly away from me even when I’m in the room, how her eyes—though always soft on the baby—shift just enough that I know she’s guarding herself. I should be furious, I should be impatient, but instead, I feel hollow, the kind of emptiness that makes even the perfect office setup seem meaningless.I glance up at the living room. She’s sitting on the couch, Ray in her arms, Greta at her side. The way Ana tucks the blanket over his tiny body, the way her fingers brush through his hair—precise, gentle, protective—I can’t breathe past it. I’ve been trying to give her space, I remind myself, burying myself in work so I don’t have to apologize for the things I haven’t yet understood. And still, I can’t help noticing every
AnastasiaI wake to the soft hum of the house, the morning sun slicing through the blinds in thin lines across the floor. Ray is asleep in his crib, the quiet rise and fall of his chest the only sound, aside from Greta’s low humming as she fusses in the kitchen. My robe is wrapped tightly around me, tighter than usual, almost like I’m trying to contain myself in more ways than one.I stay where I am for a long moment, staring at Ray. He looks impossibly small and fragile, and I feel the weight of the truth pressing against my chest: he belongs here, in this world, and I am the only one standing between him and anything that could unsettle him. Levi is working downstairs, probably already buried in numbers or meetings. He doesn’t notice how quiet I am, how I linger in the doorway watching my son, and maybe that’s a small mercy.Greta’s steps approach, careful and deliberate. She doesn’t speak at first; she k
AnastasiaI don’t notice the room around me anymore. All I can feel is him—Levi, Crosswalk—pressed against me, his lips moving over mine, his hands firm and warm, anchoring me in a way that makes my knees weaken. My body twists slightly toward his, instinctively reaching for him, craving the nearness we’ve been denying each other for weeks.The warmth of him seeps into me, and my chest rises and falls with every shared breath. I feel like I could melt into him completely, let the world disappear, and just exist here, tangled up and burning with the desire that has been simmering far too long.But then he pauses.I feel it first in the way his hands hesitate on my waist, the way his forehead presses lightly against mine. He steps back just a fraction, eyes dark with something I can’t immediately name.“Anastasia… you’re still sore,” he murmurs, his voice husky, but careful, as if t
LeviI don’t go to her immediately.Even after I’m told she’s back. Even after Greta confirms that she’s settled in. Even after I walk through the front door and feel it, that shift in the air that tells me she’s here again.I head to the study first.It’s a habit at this point. Work is easier. Numbers, contracts, signatures, they don’t look at me like I’ve done something wrong without saying a word. They don’t carry that quiet accusation that she does just by existing in the same space as me.I drop my briefcase on the desk and loosen my tie, staring at the stack of documents in front of me.I don’t read a single line.My mind keeps drifting. Back to the hospital. Back to the way she looked when I stood at the doorway and watched from a distance, making sure she was fine without stepping too close. Back to the way she held the child like she wasn’t sure i
AnastasiaThe hospital room smells like antiseptic and something faintly metallic, like blood that has been scrubbed away but refuses to completely disappear. It clings to the back of my throat, making every breath feel heavier than it should.I lie still, staring at the ceiling, listening to the quiet rhythm of machines and distant footsteps in the hallway. My body feels like it doesn’t belong to me anymore. Every muscle aches in a way I didn’t know was possible, deep and lingering, like something inside me has been stretched and wrung out.But none of that matters.My gaze drifts slowly to the small cot beside my bed.He’s there.Tiny. Wrapped in a soft blue blanket. Barely moving except for the slow rise and fall of his chest.My son.A strange, overwhelming tightness fills my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Something else entirely. Something I don’t have the strength to name.I swallo
LeviMy decision to keep a distance from her melts faster than butter.I grab her head, lifting her face up to mine. My lips find hers, hard, rough.She moans softly, undoing me with the soft sound.She leans against me, trusting me to support her weight.She parts her lips, giving me access to sli
AnastasiaThe next few days, I see very little of him. The huge house is quiet. Too quiet.I spend my mornings swimming in the pool and my afternoons reading the novels in his study.But through it all, there’s always this restlessness I feel. A need to see him. To fight with him. Anything.Sometim
Levi Just staring at her makes me hard. She may have lost a lot of weight, but she still looks as hot as ever. Coughing, I avert my gaze. She goes pink all over. It feels like we’re back to being two young teenagers again. She wraps her arms around herself, waiting for me to take the lead. I h
AnastasiaThe ride had been silent. Neither of us uttered a word.He hits the brakes and kills the engine.I reach out to open the door but he grasps my hand.“I may have overreacted, Anastasia. But you have to know that my patience with you has its limits”.I gulp. I too may have crossed a line, b







