LOGINShe is pregnant.
She is —--preg–pregnant.
Tears sprang in my eyes and I didn’t even understand why. I quickly walked to the hotel I was staying in and shut the door with a bang. Walking to the liquor cabinet, I pulled out a bottle of vodka and pulled the lid open. Throwing it away in some corner, I chugged the liquid without even caring to pour it into a glass. The strong flavour burned my throat but I could care less. All I felt was a void that hurt so hard. I had experienced the similar kind of pain when I rejected her, four years ago. But I was too arrogant to care about it. But today seeing her in someone else’s arms made my heart clench.
Is that how she felt when she found another woman in my arms?
Is that how it pained her to see me?
The mere thought of her going through so much pain tore my insides. I was childish and clouded with pride. I wanted someone to match me and my vibe and hence I chose Sophia as my mate, rejecting Ariana. Three months into our relationship I realized how foolish my choice was. She was a bratty woman who craved power and sex. She did not treat anyone right in the pack and misused her power. She made people bow down to her will and treated them like a piece of thrash. She held no respect or reverence for the previous Alpha and Luna, my parents.
Unable to bear her atrocities, my parents confronted me about her and I told them everything. I told them about how Ariana identified me as her mate and my wolf confirmed it, asking me about it. I told them how I rejected her and how we made fun of her. I told them about how we left in her own misery, laughing at her, after rejecting her. I told them how my friends mocked her while I stood there silently enjoying with them. I hated myself for doing all that to her. Even if she forgave me, I could never forgive myself.
My parents were immensely disappointed in me. “I never raised you to be such a disappointment. I thought your days of whoring around would be over when you find your mate. But it seems like you hold no respect even for the Moon Goddess.” These were my dad’s words while my mum’s silence spoke even louder. From that day on, our relationship became strained. They isolated themselves from the pack and pack house, living alone. I never wanted that for me or even for them. It was the house they built with hardwork and dedication and over years made it their home. I was born in this house and it was filled with memories of my childhood and their love. I dreamed of the same for me, my mate and my pups one day, where I would teach them to walk, run, play and when they were of age, they would also shift.
But that became a far fetched dream with Sophia and even more when I realized that Ariana had run away from her house. I went to her place the very next day, to ask for her forgiveness, and accept her back as my mate. But instead her father answered the door and told me that ‘that good for nothing’ daughter of his is gone for good and no more lives here. It was then I realized that she did not grow up in a warm and loving household like me. Regret coursed my veins realising how much she had to suffer. If only I had not been so cruel to her that day.
I sent my men to search for her in all directions, but they returned empty handed. It was as if she never existed. People could not track her location, her number or even her scent. It was only five months ago, I found a glimpse of her in a picture. My beta had shown me his pictures from his trip to San Francisco and I saw her in the background. Even then I couldn’t meet her immediately. I was caught up in the duties of the pack and with the threat of the Vampires, I didn't even have the time to think about her.
But everything changed the day when the Sorceress Shane asked us to find my true mate to help the pack. Without her all of this was of now use. Sophia was not happy about this, but she knew better than to rile me up or cause a scene. That was when I finally flew down to meet her. When she stood in the doorway wearing that pink apron over the white dress she had on, I fell in love with her. She looked like an angel in this world of mortals. Unfortunately, everything came crashing down when she introduced me to her husband. And now, they are having a baby.
Every fiber in me wanted to scream and protest saying that she was mine and she could never be his, but her anger and hatred towards me gave everything away. The way she stood up for him and mocked me at every chance she got, gave her message loud and clear. She did not look at me the way she looked at me four years ago, near the locker, in our school. Gone was that girl who was innocent and kind. Now was replaced with a woman who was fierce and matured.
I knew one thing for sure, if he kept her happy then I wouldn’t come in her way of happiness. She doesn’t deserve to be with a man like me who did not even think twice before choosing someone else over her. She deserved to be with a man who treated her like she was his world.
I spent the next two days in the same room. My wolf pined to be with her wanting to be in her company but I did not listen to him. I kept myself in control and stayed cooped up in my room waiting for her response. Sophia had been constantly calling me, but I did not care to answer her calls. I couldn’t care for her worries and concerns. She could do whatever she wants for all I care.
My phone rang again and I picked it up to silence it. I was tired of her messages and voicemails. But the caller’s name made me freeze mid-way.
Ari.
I quickly answered her call and her sweet voice came through.
“Hello.”
“Hello Ariana.” I answered back, trying to keep my excitement in check.
“The doctor has cleared us for travel. When do you want to leave?” I gulped my saliva at her words. My wolf howled hearing her words, wanting to be with her while I tried my best not to get excited at the thought of being with her.
“Can we leave tomorrow?” There was a silence for a moment before she spoke.
“Yeah. Sure. Text me the details and we will be there.” Saying that she hung up the call. I stared at my phone with a goofy smile on my face. I could finally be with her.
She is not yours anymore. A voice in my mind spoke. But I pushed it away for now. All that mattered to me was that my mate was back with me.
Oh dear. Are we sensing a heartbreak? What shall happen further now?
The world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
Shane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
Silence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
It had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.
Doing right by her.For once in my life, the phrase did not feel hollow. It was not about politics, it was not about appearances, not about the crown I carried like a curse—it was about her. Seraphina. The woman I loved, the woman I lost, the woman whose absence burned holes into my soul that no amount of time nor duty could mend.I stood in the great hall that morning, the weight of the crown heavy on my head, the council gathered around me like carrion birds. Their whispers had grown louder since Caelan left with my son—our son. They thought I didn’t hear, but I did. Every word. Every insult disguised as careful speculation. Every sneer at her name.“She was never meant to be queen.” “She bewitched him.” “She brought ruin.” “Perhaps the gods punished her, punished us, through her.”They didn’t say it to my face, but I knew. And today, I would not ignore it anymore.I slammed my hand against the throne’s armrest, the sound echoing like a crack of thunder across the marble walls. T
I couldn’t sleep.Not anymore.It has been a week since Caelan left with my son.My son.This is probably the first time I have acknowledged it to myself—that he was mine. He was ours. He is ours.I sat up, rubbing my eyes, trying to find ways to sleep. But I just couldn’t. Not anymore. A lot of things haunted me and it was too late.Why did she not tell me? I knew the answer for it. But a part of me wanted to ask her that question anyway, as if saying it aloud would change the truth.Why did I not do anything when I knew that she was pregnant? I saw her… I saw her in a way I had never seen before, I saw her swollen with my child, and yet I didn’t make a move. Not once did I go and check on her. Why?And the dreadful part. The birth.It clung to me like blood that refused to wash away.I leaned forward, pressing my forehead into my palms, when the memory clawed its way back to me—uninvited, merciless.The midwife had been trembling when she came to me that night, her hands still smell







