Donovan’s povI stood by the window in my study, looking down at the garden as Damien strode across it. I could see his shoulders were stiff and his fists clenched.Suddenly the door opened behind me as footsteps were heavy and slow.“Alpha,” the general who entered murmured politely, bowing his head by a few degrees.I nodded slightly without turning my gaze. “What do you want?""The men are out," he said. "They're still out searching for the child. We've found nothing yet."I sighed and closed my eyes while taking in deep breaths.“That child is not just any child. It’s my blood. My heir. They should know that.”“Yes, Alpha.” The general shuffled his feet nervously. “I was thinking… Perhaps we could call in some reinforcements.”I turned now, narrowing my eyes at him. “Help?” “Yes,” he nodded. “Help. Someone to help who can track… someone who has sharp senses - and can find even the most hidden trail.” I folded my arms. “You mean a tracker.”He nodded once. “Yes. And I know one.
Damien’s povI was alone in the old hut. It was small, a distance from the pack and no one came here unless they were called. I transacted business here. Business that others need not know of.The walls were made of dark wood, the roof leaked a little and it always had a smell of old smoke and damp wood. But I didn't care. I sat in front of an open window on a wooden chair, my hands inclined along the table edge and rested my heavy head on them. I brooded."What have I done?" I asked myself, softly speaking.The door opened with a loud, harsh creak. I did not lift my eyes to see who it was at first. I merely watched their feet as they entered; two pairs of heavy boots.“Prince Damien,” one of the guards said, “we’ve done it.”I finally made myself look up. My eyes went straight to what they were holding. The baby. Sirella’s baby.“Give him to me,” I said, standing up.The taller guard stepped forward and gently placed the small child in my arms. He was bundled in a white woolen blanke
Sirella’s povI laid in bed with my body feeling weak but at least I had given birth to my child. I felt relief.I heard the soft laughter around me and saw the healers around with tears of joy in their eyes.“Thank the moon goddess,” one of them said. “She is strong.”“She has brought the child into the world safely,” another added.I nodded and looked around.“Where is my child?” I asked as a healer came forth.“Here,” she smiled and gave me the child.I looked down. My baby was tiny and red. His eyes were closed and I could see his chest going up and down.He was breathing. He was alive.I smiled through my tears.I whispered to him, “Hello. It’s you… It’s really you.”But I noticed something. The child looked nothing like Donovan. There wa only one person he looked like.Kieran.***The healers went about cleaning the room. One of them started to mop the floor. Another picked up the blood and water soaked rags. Someone else folded the extra blankets.I held my baby close. He was w
Donovan’s povI walked inside the garden, the air was crisp, the wind moved through the trees. At a bench Damien sat. A sword in his hand, grinding it with purposeful anger as he tried to sharpen it.It had been weeks. Maybe months since we last spoke. It ended poorly at times. But I wanted to talk again and see if it would be different this time."Damien," I said, stopping a few steps behind him. "Are you okay?”He looked away and kept on working like I didn’t exist.”I cleared my throat. “I’m talking to you.”He scoffed. “Now you want to talk?” He shifted his gaze and laughed bitterly at me. “What’s the matter, Alpha? Are the maids boring you? Do you need some intellectual stimulation?”I held my fists to stop them from shaking, I stayed calm. “Just answer the fucking question.”“I am okay,” he said. “Why do you care? You spent years acting like I meant fucking nothing, now all of a sudden you give a shit?” He got up and tossed his sword onto the ground. “You don’t get to play that
Sirella’s povHe slowly lifted his hands and stepped backward. I lowered the mirror from his face.He shook his head, as if at himself. “You’re in my pack now, Sirella. I’m the alpha of this pack. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll start obeying me soon enough. Or else I’ll have to do something you’ll regret and trust me, I can be brutal.”I didn’t answer him.He paced around and looked out of the window. “During this time I’ve been called a lot of names and not once have you had my back.”“After that night, I doubt I would have the strength to hold myself from pulling the trigger if I had a gun.”He laughed. “You are one of the few women in this pack that I have slept with that I had high hopes for. Not because of anything important but because I felt a certain attraction towards you.”“It’s called lust. Look it up.”“What if it was more than that?”“Then you would have respected my decision instead of having your way with me.”He nodded with a little chuckle. “Does my son know?
Sirella’s povI shifted my gaze towards the mirror in my bedroom. My hands came to rest on my big belly, it was big, and I could see the baby move sometimes. The bump was high and strong, reminding me every second that was passing of what I had inside of me. I sighed softly. My eyes looked heavy, tired amidst the dark circles as well as lines marring their beauty. My hair was tied back in a loose bun. And my feet swollen.Gently placing a finger against the reflective glass before me,I told myself that word once more."It will soon be over."A knock distracted me as I cleared my throat.“Come in,” I called, trying to control my voice.The door opened and in walked a healer, her expression kind. "Good morning Sirella," she said, her voice soft. “I’m here to check on the baby and see if the baby is okay.”I nodded as I went to sit on the bed.“Lay down,” she said as I did so.She put her warm hands on my stomach and pushed gently in a couple of spots.“Hmm,” she said concentrating. “T