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ELLARIA.
My Alpha forced me to sign a marriage contract: no love, no children.
He didn’t know I had fallen in love with him at first sight. And now, with only three months left until our contract expired, I was pregnant.
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“Luna! You’re having twins!” the doctor exclaimed.
The two tiny, beating hearts on the ultrasound screen left my mind completely blank.
“Should I call the Alpha now?” she asked.
“No!” I blurted, the word coming out as a sharp, sudden cry.
The doctor’s smile froze.
My voice unsteady, I tried to explain, “We’ve been wanting this for so long. I want to surprise him myself.”
Her expression softened at once. “Oh, how lovely!”
I fled the hospital almost in a run. I had lied to her. My husband, Arren, the Alpha, had never wanted a baby. He had made me sign a contract to ensure it.
Arren was the Alpha King of the entire Eastern Sector, a man wholly devoted to his duty. Four years ago, his father had died suddenly under mysterious circumstances, and an Alpha could only be officially crowned as Alpha King after he took a Luna. He chose me, a mere servant. In return, he gave me a roof over my head and promised to help me find my mother, whom I hadn’t seen for as long as I could remember.
Our arrangement was strictly temporary and only 90 days left.
Now two babies grew inside me. How was I supposed to tell my husband that I had failed him in every way he had expected of this marriage?
I stood in front of my car and stared at my reflection in the window.
My cheeks were flushed, my eyes red and puffy from crying.
I glanced down at my stomach.
Two little lives lived inside me. I imagined tiny fingers curling around mine, and a soft, sweet voice calling me “Mama.”
Maybe the babies could change everything. Maybe they could turn this fake marriage into something real.
As soon as I got home, I lay down on the sofa and drifted off to sleep, replaying every possible future scenario in my head.
What felt like hours later, his scent woke me. Pine and cedar, with something warm beneath it, filled my lungs before I even opened my eyes.
I whispered, “Alpha Arren.”
He sank into the seat across from me, his gray eyes blazing with intensity as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
He looked exhausted. Then, without a word, he leaned forward, his large hand reaching out to cup my nape, pulling me toward him.
He didn't wait for permission. He claimed my lips in a kiss that was both weary and possessive.
I stopped thinking and simply let myself feel, my fingers curling into his shirt, pulling him closer. His tongue parted my lips, and he sucked gently at my lower lip, sending a shiver through me.
His other hand slid down my waist, gripping me as if to ensure I wasn't going anywhere. But as his lips lingered near my neck, his breath hitting my skin in ragged bursts, he suddenly stiffened.
He stayed there, buried in the crook of my neck, breathing me in with a sudden, sharp focus.
“You smell different,” he muttered.
Every muscle in my body locked up.
The babies, I thought.
Before his wolf could sense the truth, I pressed my hand to his chest and put distance between us.
I wanted to lie, but as I looked into his eyes, the words caught in my throat and wouldn’t come out.
What if he would accept it...
“I feel a little sick,” I whispered weakly, that was a part of turth.
“You should see a healer.”
He pulled back, pushed himself to his feet, and turned toward the bathroom.
“Wait.” I grabbed the pregnancy report from under the cushion where I’d hidden it. “There’s something I need to tell you.”
He stopped and turned around. “What is it?”
This was it.
Goddess.
Okay.
The moment that would change everything.
I stepped forward, but his entire body went stiff before I could utter a single word. His eyes darkened as he stared into the void.
Someone was contacting him through a mind link.
He turned away from me abruptly, cupping a hand around his ear as if amplifying the voice on the other end.
“Are you okay?” He sounded genuinely worried.
Gentle… and loving. He would never use such a soft tone for pack business.
The warmth I’d clung to turned to ice in my chest.
Only a handful of wolves could reach an Alpha through a private link like that.
And I knew exactly who he was speaking to the second I heard the soft, feminine voice reply in a sorrowful tone.
His ex-girlfriend.
His fated mate.
Katerina Mikaelson.
ELLARIA.Tatum had barely touched his pancakes.I came out of his bedroom with the plate in my hand and made my way back to the kitchen where Mirela was on her third cup of coffee. She looked up when she heard me coming.“How’s he faring?”I rubbed my forehead. “Still not keeping anything down.”I took the plate to the sink and stood there for a moment thinking about the morning. He’d been throwing up since eight. It was past noon now and the fever still hadn’t broken and he had that particular exhausted stillness about him that went beyond being upset about yesterday.I’d told myself at first that it was the events of the day before sitting heavy in his body. Children processed things differently. It made sense that he’d be off.But the fever changed that.I turned to Mirela. “I’m going to get him something from the clinic to help calm his stomach or break the fever.”Mirela set her cup down and stood up. “I’ll go. Stay with Tate.”“You don’t have to do that.”She gave me a look. “Yo
ARREN. I was across the room before the scream finished leaving her. Katerina hit the floor at his feet with both hands wrapped around his legs, shaking so hard I could hear her teeth chattering. She was making a sound I’d never heard from her before. High and broken and barely humane. My claws extended without thought. I reached up and tore through the rope in one motion, catching Dalor’s body against my chest before he could drop. He was dead weight in my arms in a way that made my chest seize because warm meant recent. How long had he been up there? I got to my knees with him and Katerina scrambled toward us both, her hands going to his face immediately, touching him everywhere like she was checking he was real. “What do I do?” She was hyperventilating between words. “Arren what do I do what do I—” “Stop.” I kept my voice even even though nothing inside me was. I worked my fingers under the rope still looped around his neck and unwound it carefully. “Look at me.” She look
ELLARIA.Tatum was quieter than usual in the bath.I sat on the edge of the tub and tried to get him to blow bubbles the way he usually did and he looked at the water instead. I didn’t push. I just stayed there with him until he was done and wrapped him in his towel and tried to make it silly the way I sometimes did, pulling the corner of it over his head like a hood and telling him he looked like a very small monk.He smiled.It was small and polite and not quite real.I got him dressed and tucked him in and sat at the corner of his bed and looked at him and tried to figure out what came next.But my little boy beat me to it.“Why did you keep him a secret?”I looked at my hands in my lap for a moment.The question sat in the air between us and I felt the full weight of it pressing down on my chest. He deserved an answer. He’d always deserved an answer. And the truth in fact.I just hadn’t been ready to give it to him and now the choice had been taken from me entirely.“Because som
ARREN. She fell to her knees the moment she saw him. I watched her pull Tatum into her and felt something move through my chest that I didn't have a name for. I let go of his hand. My fingers curled into a fist at my side as I took a step back and watched her wrap herself around him. He stood there for a moment and didn't pull away, just staying still inside her arms while she held on. Her voice came out raw. "Where did you run off to? I was looking everywhere for you Tate. You scared me." I heard him sniffle. She pulled back just enough to look at his face and a tear slipped down her cheek. She wiped it fast and blinked hard like she was angry at herself for it. Then she looked up and found my eyes. She held my gaze. Then she mouthed, ‘thank you.’ I made myself nod. And felt like a piece of shit doing it. I had found him. That part was true. But the reason he'd run in the first place traced back to me in ways I couldn't talk myself out of. Forty five minutes I'd spent c
hi readers! first of all, i want to really thank everyone who has clicked on this book, read a chapter, left a comment, a gift, or made it this far. your support truly means a lot to me, and I’m forever grateful you let me share my characters and their world with you. recently, i had a small bathroom accident(not so small, considering i broke my wrist) and i’ve been indisposed for a while and truly unable to push out chapters. the last few chapters that were updated last month were my saved up reserve, and I’m unfortunately all out of saved chapters.my cast is due to come off in the next two weeks, and I’m hoping to take it easy for a little while after that. so updates for this story have been paused for the meantime. this is the reason for the lack of updates as of lately, and it sucks to disappoint everyone reading, but its wiser to be at my fullest before pouring into any cups.steady daily updates will begin in august, and i know it’s not the easiest thing to be patient while
ELLARIA.“Tate!”He didn’t stop.He was fast when he wanted to be and right now he wanted to be and he was weaving around everything on the path without slowing once. I went after him calling his name and he kept going like he couldn’t hear me or had decided not to.“Tatum!”Nothing.He ducked around the corner of the nearest house and I pushed myself faster and came around after him and he was already halfway down the next stretch of path putting more distance between us with every second.A hand closed around my elbow and pulled me to a stop.I spun around.Arren.“Wait here,” he said. Gently. “Let me go after him.”I knocked his hand off my elbow. “I don’t need your help.”I turned and went the other direction, scanning everything in front of me. Every gap between houses. Every possible place a small boy who didn’t want to be found could disappear into.“Tate.” I kept calling even though he wasn’t answering. “Tatum please.”Nothing came back.I made it back to the house after anoth
ELLARIA.My heart slammed against my ribs. But Arren barely glanced at it before tossing it onto the side table."Don't bring patient files home, Ellaria. You know the rules."The paper slipped off the table and scattered across the floor.The front door closed behind him and a few seconds later I
ELLARIA.We drove back to the Eastern Sector with Mirela in the back seat beside Tatum and Caden behind the wheel.Tatum was quiet for most of the drive. He stared out the window with his small hands folded in his lap and didn't ask questions.I was grateful for that.Mirela and I had talked throug
ELLARIA.He told me to stop making a fuss and walked away.Katerina at his side and the little boy trotting along between them, and the three of them moved down their path together like a unit, like something complete, like something that had existed long before I came into the picture and would ex
ELLARIA.He was standing on the front porch with his back to me, one hand pressed against his ear, his voice so soft I almost didn't recognize it."Hey, hey. Calm down. Tell me what's wrong."I stood frozen in the doorway, watching him speak to another woman in a voice he had never once used with m







