Chapter 3: Our Child

Veronica's Point of View

[Three months later]

It had been a few months after I was discharged from the hospital. Due to the fact that we lacked a home to return to, my son and I were temporarily living in a car parked close to the train station. It stung to consider that the packhouse, which I was keen to lead on, suddenly viewed me diversely. From a purported Alpha blood werewolf, I inevitably became a rogue who belonged to no pack.

It was amusing how one mistake could alter the entire path of your life—how everything appeared to vanish in the blink of an eye.

As Morgan slept off in my arms, I peered down at him. I haven't slept in days because I have to watch him; my body was exhausted, and my eyes were threatening to fail.

I was ready to lay down for a nap when a knock on my window startled me so much that I nearly leaped out of my seat.

I tiredly rolled down the window while my eyes were dull from sleepiness. As soon as it came down, the guard's eyes landed on Morgan, so I instinctively hid him in his brown eyes.

The guard shook his head as if disappointed by what he saw, "Miss, the train station is not a place for children."

I shut my mouth because of his statement, and it seemed like a canine teeth bit my heart until it bled. I couldn't answer him and just protected Morgan with my arms. Until now, I was still not sure about our safety because my wolf still hadn't come out. In the past, I had never considered how significant it would be to be wolf-less.

After the guard waited a few minutes for my answer but didn't receive any, he continued, "It's better if you let child services handle your child. You're still young, Miss, you can have a better life than this state that you are facing now—"

Without thinking, I replied, "No!" and gave Morgan another bear embrace. "I can raise him. I will never abandon him. Even if I die only to give him the life I have to offer him, I am ready!"

"Youngster now a days...Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." The man laughed at me now, "Don't you know that you're not the first woman that did the same thing here? Young woman, you should listen to my advice since it's the correct thing to do."

I could feel the rage rising in my chest, but I kept my composure. Fighting this guard would be a bad idea because Morgan and I need a place to stay. I insisted on answering him even though it went against my feelings.

"I'll take your advice into consideration. T-Thank you."

The man did not respond and just walked away. I drew a deep breath as he finally left my line of sight. After that, I closed my eyes, slammed my head on the steering wheel, and thought hard.

I was in that position for an hour until an idea came to my mind.

Despite knowing it would be risky, I hurriedly started the car and drove toward the Dark Blood pack's territory.

I was, however, directly across from their territory when a patrol of the Dark Blood pack, numbering around seven, halted my vehicle. Even though they couldn't see me inside due to my tinted glass, they stared straight as if they could.

I repeatedly swallowed while praying to the Moon Goddess that these werewolves wouldn't harm Morgan. I opened the car door with vigilance and stepped out cautiously.

I saw the astonished eyes of the beta patrols on me as soon as I got off. Perhaps they hadn't heard that my pack had already reprimanded me. I used the opportunity to speak with Alpha Jaxon.

"I bring no chaos. I just came to talk to Alpha Jaxon about something that only the two of us can talk about."

The beta patrols gave me a suspicious look as I said. One of the patrol moved away and appeared to mind-link Alpha Jaxon.

After a short while, he returned. "I received the Alpha Order. He allowed you to see him, so let me accompany you."

I felt as though a thorn had been taken out of my chest when he said that. I turned to face my son, who was still unaware of what was going on.

'Morgan, you'll be meeting your father soon.'

The omega servants formed two lines to let me pass as we arrived at their packhouse. They weren't what I intended here, so I just didn't pay attention to them.

"You can climb to the top floor, where the Alpha's room is the sole one, and he is in it."

I climbed the steps as I gave the person who accompanied me a nod. Every stride I take was marked with a strange apprehension, a dryening of the throat, and the sensation that the air I was walking through was vanishing.

I already arrived in front of his door, but was so deep in concentration that I didn't realize it. As I raised my free hand to knock, a chilly voice from inside startled me.

"How long do you intend to linger there?"

There was nothing particularly noteworthy about what he said, but even so, my cheeks flushed, and the recollection of our one-night stand—which seemed to have happened yesterday—came rushing back to me like a waterfall. I took a deep breath and bit my lip before fully opening the door.

As soon as I entered, his blue eyes from our first night together greeted me. He was sitting in a corner that had a manner of a king, and his left hand was whirling a wine glass.

"What evil wind prompted you to land on my territory, Veronica?"

When he uttered my name, I tightened my hold on Morgan. My veins were filled with an odd electricity and aura, as if my blood recognized his voice. But I picked up on something in his statement—

Does the fact that he didn't address me as "Alpha Veronica" indicate that he was aware that I had left the Shadow Moon Pack?

Many thoughts crossed my head, but I dismissed them all. I should claim that my purpose for coming here was solely about my son.

"I need your support."

He arched an eyebrow, landed his eyes to Mason, sat back on the chair, and crossed his legs before he asked, "Support to what? Is it because you aren't the new Alpha of the Shadow Moon pack that you want me to support you, hmm?"

Bingo!

Yes, he was already aware of what transpired.

"No, I require your assistance in order to raise my child—our child—instead!"

He got up from his seat in response to what I stated but remained calm. "Our?"

"Yes, Jaxon Knight! You are the reason I lost everything, have you forgotten what happened to us during the annual Alpha meeting?"

"What the fuck? What comes to your mind that did you believe that this royal Alpha in front of you will sleep with you? Are you losing your mind? How old are you again? Seventeen? Eighteen?"

"That night, despite knowing that our packs were pridefully opposed to each other, you still took advantage of me, and that is the truth!"

"Fuck!" His voice roared now, which caused Morgan to wake up out of sheer dread. "I couldn't remember anything! If what you are saying is true; then, show me some proof!"

I darkly fixed my gaze on him as Morgan started crying. After a minute, my son's eyes started to fall again and this time I scolded his father in a low voice, "This! This child! Isn't this proof enough for you?"

"You will bring a youngster to tell me that's your evidence?" he grinned inanely at me as his eyes turned darker. "I wonder if you just picked it up somewhere to catch my attention—"

I interrupted him mid-sentence and gave him a forceful slap on the cheek. "Don't imply that I just picked him up from somewhere because you don't know the struggles I went through while he was inside of me! If you don't like my son, there's nothing I can do."

I hurriedly wiped the tears from my eyes and looked away from him to gather my breath. The rejection of one's own pack, in my opinion, was the most agonizing of all, yet seeing my son rejected by his own father made me feel strangely depressed. My chest was being squeezed while having sharp nails driven into it.

I already ran away to that hell room, walked down the steps, and was about to leave. However, a forceful hand grabbed my arm, forcing me to return to my position.

I was about to lash out and become furious but I was taken aback to recognize a familiar face.

It's Alpha Jaxon's Beta!

"You... That night with Alpha. I recognized your smell," Uriel Rico, the Beta mumbled.