Micheal sighed heavily and turned to his grandmother, who blinked a few times before making a fresh teapot. Bustling over to the cafe door, she stood by it momentarily before turning back to her grandson and shaking her head. “What is it?” Micheal eyed her curiously. “Micheal, you should have gone with her. She's not safe out there,” she told him. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Slowly, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of tea, trying to distract himself from the nagging feeling that he was making a mistake. His grandmother followed him, her eyes fixed on him with a concerned expression. "What's going on out there, Micheal? You know you're not telling me everything," she said, her voice firm but gentle. Micheal sipped his tea, feeling the warm liquid spread through his chest. He knew he couldn't lie to his grandmother, but he didn't want to tell her the truth. He had promised himself he would never get involved in th
“She is not as far away as you think.” Martha's words hung in the air, heavy with weight. Xavier's eyes narrowed, his grip on his jacket tightening. "What do you mean, Martha? You know where Della is?" Martha nodded, “She's been living in a small town at a cafe where she was working." Xavier's face darkened, his anger simmering just below the surface. "And what's she doing there?" Martha's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's pregnant, Xavier." The air seemed to vibrate with the weight of Martha's words. Xavier's expression didn't change. "Pregnant?" Xavier repeated, his voice low and deadly. Martha nodded again. "Yes, Alpha. She's carrying your child." Xavier's eyes locked onto Martha, his gaze burning with intensity. "How did you know?" he growled. Martha swallowed hard. "I have my ways, Alpha. But I think you should know that Della is... happy. She's found a new home, one that loves and accepts her for who she is." Xavier's face twisted in a mixt
Della pulled into the hotel's parking lot, feeling a sense of relief wash over her. She had been driving for hours, and her body was starting to ache from the long journey. She had no idea how she would afford a room, but she knew she couldn't go back to the cafe. She had to keep moving for herself and her unborn child. Della stepped out of the car and into the pouring rain, shaking her head to clear the water from her eyes. She had been driving for hours, trying to get as far away from Xavier and the rest of her past as possible. She didn't care where she was going, just as long as it was far away. As she looked around, she realised that she was in the middle of nowhere. The only thing in sight was a small hotel, its neon sign reading "Welcome to the Rusty Nail" in bold letters. The building looked like it had been abandoned for years, but a faint light shone in the lobby window. She sighed and pulled her suitcase out of the car. She didn't care about the hotel's appearance
“Xavier? What is going on?” Anna stood with one hand on her hip and a frown as she watched Xavier suspiciously. “Anna, it's late, and I need to be alone. Please go away. We will talk in the morning.” Xavier demanded, and Anna huffily left him alone. He slammed the door behind to show her he was irritated by her presence. Stripping off and heading for the shower, Xavier paused to stare at his reflection. He shook his head sadly and thought about Della. How could she be pregnant and with someone else now? He knew that he had hurt her with his cheating ways, but he regretted it and wished Della could see that he missed her so much. Xavier stepped into the shower, feeling the warm water envelop his tired body. He closed his eyes, letting the steam wash away the stress and anxiety of the day. As he stood under the spray, he let his thoughts wander to Della, wondering what she was doing, who she was with, and if she was thinking about him. He scrubbed his skin clean,
Xavier stood in front of Luna with a heavy heart, the words he had rehearsed over and over again now stuck in his throat. Luna looked up at him with hopeful eyes, searching for any sign that he still cared for her. But all Xavier could see was his mistress, Anna, waiting for him in the shadows. "Luna, I... I can't be with you," Xavier finally managed to say, his voice cracking with emotion. Luna's expression fell, her hand reaching out towards him as if to catch him before he fell. "Why?" she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. Xavier hesitated, torn between his duty as a werewolf alpha and his feelings for Anna. He knew he had to choose one, and he knew that Luna deserved better than to be in a relationship with someone who couldn't give her his whole heart. "I... I have found someone else," Xavier admitted, his voice barely audible. Luna's eyes widened in shock, the realization of what Xavier was saying hitting her like a ton of bricks. "Who?" she asked, her voice tre
“Xavier, I love this dress. Today I will wear it. Perhaps we can shop for a beautiful dress for my upcoming Luna ceremony.” Anna gushed excitedly as she twirled around the bedroom, holding one of Dellas' most beautiful dresses against herself. Xavier glanced up and felt his wolf's dislike of the omega touching his exes' belongings. Xavier's stomach churned at the sight of Anna holding Luna Della's dress, a twinge of discomfort settling in his chest. The dress symbolised Luna, a reminder of the love they once shared, and seeing Anna covet it filled him with a sense of unease. "Anna, that dress belongs to Luna," Xavier said, his voice tinged with disapproval. "It's not yours to wear. And we haven't discussed anything about you becoming the Luna. You are merely carrying my child.” Anna's expression shifted, her smile faltering at Xavier's words. "But Xavier, I thought... I thought we were moving forward, starting a new chapter together," she said, a note of defensivenes
Della left the pack house and slid into her car without looking back. Her hands clenched the steering wheel as she turned the key, the engine roaring to life. The tyres screeched as she accelerated, leaving the dust of her old life behind. Her gaze was fixed straight ahead, a steely determination in her eyes. She refused to let a single tear fall, refusing to give Xavier the satisfaction of her pain. His betrayal, especially with an omega, was bad enough, but the news of the pregnancy had shattered any remaining hope she had for their future together. For years, they had tried to have their baby, and this was how he wanted to be. Della had given her life to a man who she thought was her one and only. They had sworn their love and promises under the moon and in front of their loved ones and pack members. She knew that Xavier was a fool to choose anyone over her, and the moon goddess would surely punish him for his terrible actions. The wind whipped through her hair as she sped d
She turned on the bedside light and looked around, seeing nothing. She must have imagined it in her half-asleep state. As she settled back down, she tried to calm her racing heart and let the day's exhaustion finally lull her into a deep slumber. Images of the mysterious stranger and her freedom at that moment danced in her dreams, guiding her towards a new dawn filled with possibility. When Della awoke the following day, the light filtering through the curtains of the motel room cast a warm glow over her tired features. She stretched and yawned, the previous day's events slowly returning to her in fragments. As she got up and prepared to leave the motel room, a sense of determination filled her once more. She was ready to face whatever lay ahead, prepared to embrace the unknown with open arms. Leaving the room key on the front desk, Della stepped out of the Rosewood Motel, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on her skin. The previous day's events still lingered in her mind,