ログインHmmm.... This chapter was a little hard for me to write. I can understand why some of you are not happy with the way the story is going. But just trust your instincts people. 🙈🙈🙈 Wait, was that a spoiler? Tell me what we should name the babies. 😍😍
Denver.My mother waited until the entire packhouse settled before cornering me.I should have expected it.The moment I stepped out of the nursery wing after handing the child back to Talia, I caught sight of her standing at the far end of the corridor watching me with narrowed eyes and far too much understanding behind them.She didn’t speak then.That look alone already told me the conversation was coming.Now, hours later, she stood inside my office holding a glass of untouched wine while I remained near the window overlooking the darkened grounds outside.Silence stretched between us heavily.Waiting.“You felt it.”It wasn't a question.I kept my eyes on the darkness beyond the glass.“Yes.”Her grip tightened slightly around the stem of the glass before she exhaled slowly.“I knew the moment you touched him.”That didn’t surprise me.My mother missed very little when it came to me, especially not where instinct was concerned.The change had been immediate. Violent enough that h
Denver.When they first told me Talia had gone into labor, I barely looked up from the report in my hand.“How far along?” I asked flatly.“Too early,” one of the guards answered. “Her mother is panicking.”That alone told me enough.I leaned back slowly in my chair, irritation settling deeper into my chest. The timing was inconvenient. The situation is even more so.“Take her to the pack clinic,” I said. “The healers there can handle it.”The guard hesitated slightly.“Her mother insists she should be taken to the human hospital instead. She says the birth is complicated.”Of course she did.I closed the file in front of me with more force than necessary.The entire situation already felt like a burden I never asked for.Talia had spent months insisting the child belonged to me while I spent those same months ignoring her attempts to force meaning into something I never believed in to begin with.There had been no real bond.Still, her mother refused to let the matter die quietly.“S
Selena.Cold.That was the first thing I noticed when I woke up, which was strange because I hardly ever got cold.Then came the sounds.A steady beeping somewhere close to me. The distant murmur of voices outside the room. The soft squeak of shoes moving across polished hospital floors.For a few long seconds, I lay there listening to it all, trapped somewhere between sleep and consciousness while my body struggled to catch up with my mind.When I finally tried to open my eyes, my eyelids felt unbearably heavy, and for one brief, terrifying moment panic flickered through me when they refused to cooperate immediately.But eventually they opened.White ceiling.Bright lights.Hospital.The memories returned slowly after that, arriving in broken fragments that pieced themselves together faster than I wanted them to.The contractions.The pain.Jameson’s voice is telling me to breathe.The operating theatre.Then—The babies.My entire body tensed instinctively.A dull ache pulled throug
Jameson.By the time I stepped out of the operating theatre, the tension that had been holding my shoulders tight for hours finally eased, if only slightly.It had gone well.Better than I had allowed myself to expect.Selena was stable. The procedure had been clean, controlled, exactly the way it should have been, and the twins—Two healthy boys.I could still hear the sound of their cries in my head, sharp and alive, cutting through the sterile quiet of the theatre in a way that had grounded something in me I hadn’t realized was unsettled.For a brief moment, I allowed myself to picture it.Selena is waking up.The confusion first. Then the realization. Then that quiet, soft smile I had seen only a handful of times, the one she didn’t give easily.It would be worth it.Everything she had pushed through. The exhaustion. The fear she never fully voiced. The way she carried more than she should have, even before the pregnancy.For a moment, I almost felt… satisfied.Then the doors at t
Selena.The room was quiet in a way I had come to depend on. Not empty, not lonely, just steady—the kind of quiet that gave my thoughts space to settle without rushing me.Books were spread across the bed around me, some open, others turned over with folded pages marking where I had stopped when exhaustion caught up with me. My notes lay beside them, messy but familiar, the ink slightly smudged where my hand had dragged across the page too many times.I shifted carefully, pressing one hand against the small of my back as I adjusted my position. Pregnancy had changed everything, not all at once, but enough that nothing felt entirely mine anymore. My body felt heavier these days, not just in weight, but in a way that made every movement something I had to think through first. Sitting, standing, turning, and even breathing sometimes felt deliberate.My gaze dropped to my stomach.Full. Tight. Alive.The scan had confirmed it months ago, but the reality still hadn’t settled in the way i
Denver.The staff was already gathered in the main hall, waiting in that quiet, deliberate way that told me everything had been arranged before I got there.I didn’t need anyone to tell me my mother was behind it. The arrangement had her fingerprints all over it—neat, controlled, unnecessary.I had told her I didn’t want a ceremony. Not today. Not for this. Not for something that still didn’t feel settled.It wasn’t denial.It also wasn’t accepted.I wasn’t about to let them turn something uncertain into something permanent just because it made things easier to manage.She called it tradition.I called it pressure dressed up as duty.Still, she had insisted I be present.“For appearance,” she said, like that ended the conversation.It always did with her. She spoke as if disagreement was just another detail I would eventually learn to ignore.So I came.Talia stood near the center of the hall with her parents.I noticed the change immediately.Her pregnancy was no longer something sub
Denver.I was halfway down the hall to my room when one of the guards walked up to me.“Alpha, Tiana was here asking for you,” he said. “She’s waiting.”I didn’t think twice. “Give her access.”The door to my room had barely shut behind me when I started pulling off my jacket. My body felt heavy, t
SelenaMorning came quietly.Not with noise or chaos, but with the soft movement of a house already awake. I could hear distant footsteps in the halls, low voices, and the sound of doors opening and closing somewhere far away. The pack house felt alive before I even left my bed.A maid arrived wit
Selena.As we entered the car and headed toward our pack house gates, I found myself glancing back.Some small, foolish part of me still hoped they would come. That they would say goodbye. That they would choose me once, just once.I kept expecting to hear my mother call my name. I kept believing m
Selena.Just as I had the previous night, I did not sleep. I lay awake until morning, staring at the ceiling as the light slowly changed in the room. When the sun finally rose, it did not bring comfort. It only made everything feel more real.This room no longer felt like mine.The walls were the







