LOGINLevi.
I can't sleep. I keep wondering if she's okay. Drinking is doing me no good.
I walk down to the living room, deliberating if I should check on her or not, when I hear the sound of a car pulling up in my driveway. This is my private house. I did not want to take her to the pack house to avoid drawing any attention to her.
I hear approaching footsteps. I can smell her. Why is she trying to sneak out? Is she doing the walk of shame in the middle of the night?
I step in front of her path and she runs into me.
She must be distracted because she would have sensed me standing there.
"Going somewhere?" I ask.
She is shocked at first but suddenly becomes annoyed.
"Thank you for what you did for me tonight, Crosswalk. I owe you one. Now, get out of my way let me leave this place already". She mumbled.
Her tongue is still very sharp. Maybe I should have allowed her heat to deal with her longer before putting her out of her misery.
"You're not going anywhere, Purrey". I say and step forward.
She steps backward.
"You may be the Alpha here, but you are not the boss of me, Crosswalk. Get out of my way, or I'll use my aura on you". She says through clenched teeth.
She's an Alpha as well.
I feel turned on by the challenge in her voice.
"Go ahead", I say, "Use your aura on me".
She just scoffs and tries to walk around me to the door.
I block her path again.
"I don't know what more you want from me, Crosswalk. You have taken my virginity, my dignity, what else do you bloody want? Laugh at me all you fucking want but I'm leaving this place before anyone else sees me here". She spits in my face.
I don't think any of that about her, surprisingly.
"Do you think I will laugh at you?" I ask, drawing closer.
I can feel her breath on my bare chest. I forgot that all I have on is a pair of slacks.
She says nothing.
"If I wanted to laugh at you, I would have done it at the party, don't you think?" I say.
She takes in a sharp breath.
"It makes no difference". She whispers.
"Yes, it does. I could have left you there, but I didn't". I add.
"Let me go". She whispers.
I don't move.
"At least let me leave with whatever dignity I still have left. Don't make me beg you". She whispers again.
"I didn't use protection". I blurt out.
I can feel her eyes widen. She starts hitting me on the chest.
"You dog! I know you did it on purpose! You want to ruin me! I hate you! I hate you!" She cries as she pounds on my chest.
Normally, I shouldn't feel a thing, but she's strong.
"Relax. I would never want to have a child with you either. It's not only my fault. You could have reminded me. But, you didn't. It just slipped my mind". I say.
She scoffs.
"How would I remember such a thing when I was literally blinded by all the pain I was feeling? You couldn't even do this one thing right". She curses.
"It's already happened. Lamenting won't solve the problem". I say, smoothing my brow.
"Lamenting? I'm on heat for crying out loud! I have a hundred percent chance of getting pregnant, you idiot! What were you thinking? You've really messed me up". She says and runs her hands through her hair.
I know I've messed up, but if there is a child out of this, I am willing to take care of my child.
She just storms past me and slams the door behind herself.
I know better than to go after her. I hear the door of the car slam shut before the car drives away.
She's gone. I run my hands through my curly locks and curse under my breath.
"Moon goddess, please let her not be pregnant". I whisper under my breath.
I can't sleep throughout the night.
My bedroom is full of her scent. Even my bathroom. She had used my tub. How convenient for her.
She had even used my towels. I had to admit that she smelled wonderful. I found myself sniffing my towel.
Two Weeks Later.
I attend a party at the Red Moon Pack. I walk straight to the bar as usual. I see Arkins and Oliver, the Alpha of the Red Moon Pack discussing something at a corner. I walk toward them with a glass of bourbon in my hand.
"Alpha Levi". Oliver greets and clasps my hands.
Oliver's palm is rough.
"So good of you to come. We were just talking about you". Oliver said.
I raise an eyebrow in enquiry.
"Oh really?" I ask, feigning interest.
"I heard that you left with Alpha Purrey's sister when she went into heat. Is it true?" Oliver asks.
I should have known that they would not talk about anything important.
"Yes, it is true. I had to take her home". I reply in a tone that should normally discourage anymore questions.
"I thought you two hate each other? Why did you help her?" Arkins asks.
I resist the urge to roll my eyes.
"I may despise her, but I'm not a heartless monster. She was helpless and alone. If I had left her there, I don't know what could have happened to her". I say, getting irritated.
"I have to admit, you did good. To be able to smell her heat but not touch her, you have earned my respect. Even I could smell it from inside the building. It was the sweetest scent I ever inhaled". Arkins says.
I force a smile.
"It was very difficult. My hatred for her also strenghtened my resistance". I lie.
Oliver pats me on the back.
A wonderful scent wafts to my nostrils. I turn around. I see exactly who I expect to see.
She looks around until her gaze locks with mine. Her brother is beside her.
She immediately looks away. Something about her s
cent is different. I hope it's not what I'm thinking.
Is she pregnant?
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
Eight years ago.Anastasia.He stood at the doorway, his bag slung over one shoulder. He never frequented the library, but somehow managed to always remain top of the class.The moment I glanced up, he beckoned me to join him. I packed up my books and ran across the distance.I had told my driver n
LeviI hate that she keeps hiding important things like this from me.Even Greta never mentioned it.Where do her loyalties lie? With me, her employer, or with Anastasia.I will chew the bloody nurse up when all this is over.I run a hand through my hair, closing the door behind me.The study has a
AnastasiaGreta walks in right then, pulling me out of the spell.His scent is too strong to ignore.Greta clears her throat.I quickly pull the towel back over my chest, my eyes never leaving his.Slowly, he inches his leg away from the bed.The ringing phone had long since been forgotten.Greta d
LeviShe blinks at my words.I suddenly feel like taking them back."Boundaries." She mutters, the word rolling off her tongue like a caress."Yes." I inch closer without realizing it.She follows me with her eyes."You just crossed one. Boundaries should be for people who don't already know they'r







