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Lana’s POV
Pregnant? I was Pregnant? I couldn’t believe it. “Where’s that stupid little bitch?” My stepmother suddenly screamed from across the hall, jolting me back to reality. I looked up in panic as my step mother’s fist began to furiously pound on my bedroom door, almost pulling the hinges off. “Lana!” she screeched with impatience and disgust. “Get out here now and wash your sister’s clothes! You lazy, good-for-nothing—” I rushed to lock the door with trembling hands, only barely managing to slide the bolt into place before pressing my body against the wood to stop her from coming in and seeing what I was doing. My heart was pounding against my chest, not just from fear but from the anxiety eating at my insides. “Please ma’am, I-I’ll be out soon,” I stammered, hoping to calm her down, though I knew better than to expect any sort of kindness from this woman. My step mother’s shrill voice boomed loudly. “If you don’t fucking hurry up and do as you’re told, we’ll throw you to the rogues and let them kill you, just like they killed your useless mother!” She screamed but I wasn’t even paying any attention to what she was saying. Normally, hearing her insult my dead mother would usually upset me, and her threat to throw me to rogues would normally fill me with a fear that kept me submissive, but not today and not right now. Today, I had bigger problems to worry about than how wicked my stepmother was. I looked down at the small white pregnancy stick in my hand, and hot tears filled my eyes. This little stick had just sealed my fate. I looked at it again and two pink lines stared back at me, clear as day. I was Pregnant, and there was no doubt about it. I looked down at the other five tests scattered across my bedroom floor, all confirming the same thing. A wave of sadness crashed over me, and it was so powerful that my legs crumbled and I slid to the floor, with tears streaming down my face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to be pregnant now. I’m only eighteen, and I’m still just a common wolfless Omega maid that the whole pack loved to abuse and humiliate. I’ve been bullied and beaten my whole life for not having a wolf, and now…now this? Pregnant without a mate, money or husband, I was doomed. I hugged my knees to my chest and started sobbing uncontrollably. How could I bring a child into this kind of life? A life where they would be ridiculed, abused, and treated like dirt for being born to someone like me? If only things were different, if only my mother hadn’t died protecting me, things would have never turned out this way. Ever since my mother died in that rogue attack, so many years ago, everything in my life had fallen apart. Firstly, All my fathers love for me turned to passionate hate when he began to blame me for my mother’s death. He said she died because she was trying to save me so it was my fault. My mother was his whole world, and when she was gone, all his love went with it. He constantly beat me for no reason, and always cursed me for taking her away, and he then married that monster known as my step mother. Unfortunately for me, she brought with her, her vicious psychopathic daughter Amelia into our lives. Together, they made it their mission to make my life hell. And they didn’t stop there. They also turned the whole pack against me when they revealed my biggest secret: that I didn’t have a wolf. The trauma of watching my mother die had scared my inner wolf into a darkness I could not reach, and that left me weak, pitiful, and an easy target for all the bullies. Even though my father was the Beta of the pack, the pack members demoted me to an Omega, a maid at the bottom of the pack, and they never missed a chance to remind me of how worthless I was. The constant bullying and abuse seemed to never end, and only reason I ever survived this long was because of Jasper, my kind hearted best friend, and Asher, the one and only love of my life. And it so happened that Asher, who also the Alpha’s son was now the father of my unborn child. Because his father was the Alpha and mine was the Beta, we had known each other all our lives. I’d loved Asher ever since we were kids. He was my strength, my purpose, my everything, and he felt the same way about me too. We started dating because he was just as obsessed with me as I was with him, and he was the only one who ever made me feel loved. And just a few months ago, he had made me the happiest woman in the world by asking me to marry him, and for the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of hope for my future. But since everyone in the pack would have disapproved of our relationship, Asher begged me to wait until his father retired and he became Alpha, so that no one would dare question our marriage. And since that was going to happen soon, I agreed to wait for our future together. That night, when he proposed, we made love for the first time ever and it was magical. Asher touched me like I was made for him, like he’d known my body for years and knew how to please me all along. Asher was my first and only, and I was so glad he’d be my forever and last. After that first night, we couldn’t seem to keep our hands off each other, and I knew I had found my forever home. I didn’t mind waiting for him, but now, waiting was no longer an option. If my father ever found out I was pregnant and unmated, he would have me banished out of the pack, and straight into the hands of the ruthless rogues that killed my mother, just like he always threatened to do. I had to tell Asher now. We needed to speed up the marriage, or else I would be dead soon, and our child too. Wiping away my tears, I steeled my mind. I had to get to Asher before my stepmother caught me sneaking out. I took a deep breath and quietly unlocked the door, listening for any sign of My step mother. The hallway was silent so I slipped out, moving as quickly and quietly as I could, until I was out of the house and rushing through the street to the Alpha’s house. When I reached the Alpha’s house, I used the secret passageway Asher and I always used to sneak to his room without anyone knowing. I held my breath as I neared his door, this was a big moment for both of us, but knowing how much Asher wanted to start a family with me, I knew he would be excited. I knocked softly and waited for his deep familiar voice to welcome me in as usual. But there was nothing. I knocked again, a little louder this time, and still no response. Something wasn’t right. Asher was always alert to people at his door unless something had really taken his attention. I slowly turned the doorknob and pushed the door open but the sight that greeted me made my blood run cold. There, on the bed, was my fiancée Asher, the father of my child, passionately kissing my step sister Amelia. My breath choked in my throat as I watched his hands tangle up in her hair, pulling her closer. Amelia responded eagerly of course, her body pressed against his in a way that made my stomach churn. “No,” I whispered, the word barely audible over the roar of blood in my ears. This couldn’t be happening. My Asher wouldn’t do this to me. Not him. I felt the air leave my lungs, and my knees threatening to buckle out under me. “Asher?” My voice came out as a whisper, barely audible, as if saying his name could somehow make this nightmare go away. Amelia turned out to be the first to notice me. She pulled back from Asher with a smirk that twisted my stomach into bitter knots. Asher turned his head slowly, then his eyes widened when they met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw regret. Pain, even. “Lana?” He whispered before quickly getting off Amelia and rushing to me. But when he reached out to take my hand, I recoiled, snatching my hand away from him before he could touch me. “Why?” The word came out broken, my voice trembling as hot tears welled up in my eyes. “Why would you do this?” For a brief second, his face softened, and I thought maybe, just maybe, this was all some horrible mistake. But then, his expression suddenly hardened, his eyes turning cold and distant in a way I had never seen. “Why don’t you first stop with those pathetic tears, Lana. It’s embarrassing for all of us.” I was stunned. This couldn’t be the same Asher I’d loved all my life talking to me like this. “Asher, What’s gotten into you? This isn’t you—” His harsh laugh cut me off, a sound so foreign and cruel it made my blood run cold. “Oh stop it, like you didn’t already know this was bound to happen. Did you really think I’ll just stay tied to you while you make me do your bidding?” I was thoroughly confused now. “Asher what—“ “What’s happening now Lana is that my eyes are finally clear. And I’ve finally realized that as future Alpha of the pack, I can’t be with someone as weak and pathetic as you, it’s nothing personal, it’s just how it’s meant to be, I’m sure you understand.” His words were like scorching knives that pierced through my soul. Why was he talking to me like this? “Asher, I don’t understand. But... you told me you loved me. You promised we’d be together. You asked me to marry you Asher!” I cried with tears I couldn’t stop from streaming down my face. Asher just snorted at me.” Grow up Lana, I only said those things to sleep with you,” he said, his voice void of any emotion. “Did you really think I was going to marry you, a wolfless Omega maid? Especially when I already proposed to my darling Amelia?” “W-what?” My world crumbled. I couldn’t breathe. What the hell was happening? Amelia, shot me a smug smile and waved her hand, showing off a big diamond ring—his ring. The one that was supposed to be mine but I never got. “Don’t be so shocked, Sister,” Amelia said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. “I know you’re hurt right now, but you should try to be happy for us. After all, not only are we getting married, but we’re also expecting a child and the heir to the pack. My heart stopped at that very moment, and I could only watch in horror as She took his hand and placed it on her stomach, the same way I’d once imagined doing with him when I told him about our baby. My baby. I looked at Asher, hoping for something to prove she was lying —anything—but he wouldn’t even meet my eyes. He just stood there, silently watching me breakdown. Amelia was pregnant. With Asher’s child. The same man who was supposed to be the father of my child. I felt like I was dying, my chest was aching with a pain so deep it was suffocating. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be real. But it was. And as I stood there, the truth was inescapable. I was pregnant. My sister was pregnant. And we were both carrying children for the same man.Lana's POV. I stood there, letting him talk. That’s the honest truth, the version I’d only ever confess to myself, right here in the quiet of my own thoughts, while the fluorescent lights buzzed their indifferent tune above us and Asher’s voice filled the lab with a warmth I hadn’t heard from him before. He was generous with it, expansive in a way that felt a bit outside the usual framework of the man I’d come to know over these weeks, the man who measured his words as carefully as I measured compounds, with precision and full awareness of their impact. “The best doctor in the world.” He said calmly. He didn't just call me the best doctor in the pack or the most capable physician he’d met in the world. He said it with the kind of conviction you only see in someone who’s just witnessed a miracle and needs to put a human face and name to it, something to be thankful for. I smiled. I felt the slight lift at the corners of my mouth, the careful warmth spreading across my face, my e
Lana's POV.The door swung shut behind him, and the lab fell into a silence so complete it felt manufactured.I stood in the space where Asher had been standing seconds before, still warm with the particular atmospheric charge he always left behind, and tried to remember how to breathe without thinking about it. He had moved quickly, phone already pressed to his ear before he'd cleared the threshold, the pale corridor light swallowing him whole. I had tried. I had angled my gaze just enough, that old clinical instinct reaching for information the way it always did but the screen had caught the light wrong, or the moment had been too brief, and all I'd registered was a white flash before the door closed and he was gone.I exhaled slowly. The fluorescent lights hadn't softened. The lab still carried its permanent smell of antiseptic and the faint metallic undertone of the compound I'd been breaking down for the past three hours. Everything was exactly as it had been before he walked in
Lana's POV. The words hung in the air between us, heavy and unyielding. I watched Asher as he absorbed them not with the dramatic unraveling that a lesser man might have displayed, but with that unique stillness of his. It wasn’t a void; it was more like a gathering storm. He was processing it all, sorting through the information in that meticulous mind behind those careful eyes. Over the weeks since I’d joined this pack, I’d come to realize that Asher’s silences were anything but empty. They were the most bustling spaces in any room he entered. “Can you explain that?” he finally asked. So, I did. I laid it all out for him as if I were presenting to a medical board devoid of emotion, without any embellishments, just the stark facts illuminated under the harsh fluorescent lights. The compound that had been mixed into Jacob's water wasn’t your run-of-the-mill formula. It couldn’t be pieced together from general knowledge or pulled from a standard medical textbook. Its makeup was p
Lana's POV.The note was written in red, not ink because I could tell the difference. After fourteen years in the medical field, I was all too familiar with that rusty brown color that red ink pretended to be but never quite achieved. This was something else entirely. It had been pressed into the paper with intention, something that required a deliberate touch, and the letters were careful, unhurried, which somehow felt worse than if they had been scrawled in a panic.“You cannot save what was already chosen.”Seven words. I read them twice, my eyes tracing each letter with a clinical detachment I reached for like others might reach for prayer. The paper had been folded once and pinned through the center, indicating that whoever had placed it there had lingered at this door long enough to find a pin, to fold the paper thoughtfully, to smooth it out before pressing it into place.A shiver coursed through me in one smooth wave, starting at the base of my skull and traveling down my spi
Lana's POV. The medicine was already in my hands by the time the second nurse came back with it. I had seen this coming. Deep down, a part of me that had been quietly calculating since the first confirmed case two weeks ago — had prepared the suppressant compound three days before I ever thought I’d need it for my own child. I told myself it was just being professional. But now, as I uncapped the vial with trembling fingers, I realized it was more about dread. A mother’s instinct, working several steps ahead of my conscious thoughts. "Jacob." I gently touched his cheek. "I need you to swallow this for me." He stirred slightly. His heavy lashes lifted, and those eyes, as everyone always pointed out, found mine with an effort that seemed to cost him. The glassy look was still there, but beneath it, he was present. He was fighting. That steadied me more than anything else could. "Is it bitter?" he croaked. "Probably." I managed a smile that was almost real. "But you’ve handled wor
Lana's POV.Time behaves oddly when your child is unwell.It stretches and compresses all at once every second in that room feels both endless and terrifyingly fleeting. I made my way to Jacob's bedside in just four strides, pressing the back of my hand against his forehead before I even realized I was moving. The heat radiating from his skin sent a chilling jolt straight through my chest. It was too high, way too high."Jacob." I cradled his face in my hands. His eyelids fluttered. "Sweetheart, look at me."He turned toward my voice just like he always had, even as a tiny baby, and for a brief moment, something inside me relaxed. But then his eyes opened, and I noticed the glassy look in them — that particular unfocused gaze I had seen creep into the eyes of three confirmed patients over the past two weeks and the tension inside me tightened once more."Mummy." His voice was hoarse. Smaller than usual."I'm here." I gently brushed his hair back from his forehead, giving myself a coup







