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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.Hearing that from my son gave me goosebumps all over my body. I was not expecting that from him, and I wondered why he acted that way. He has not acted this way ever since I gave birth to him.He had been in a coma for hours, hours that stretched into something closer to eternity for me, sitting by his bedside, counting every breath the machines forced into his chest, and I was being careful about how to respond to him so that it would not worsen the situation."Jacob," I said gently, leaning over him. "You're awake, baby. Thank God, you're awake."He blinked at me, then stared at me for some seconds before casting his eyes on Greta again. His face changed.I had never seen that expression on him before. Not once since he was born. His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowed, and something like fear or was it hatred? flashed across his features so fast I almost convinced myself I'd imagined it."Get her out," he said.His voice was low, but there was an edge to it I didn't recogn
Lana's POVThe moment I turned from Jacob's bed, his brothers crashed into me like a wave breaking against rock. Small arms wrapped around my waist, my legs, anywhere they could reach, all three of them holding on as though I had been gone for years instead of standing three feet away the entire time. I felt their fear in the way their fingers dug into my nightgown, in the way none of them said a word, only held tighter.I gently pried their arms from around me, murmuring that I needed to see to Jacob, that I would come back, that everything would be fine even though I did not believe it myself. My second son let go, reluctant, his eyes wet and enormous in the dark. But my youngest, barely five, would not release me. He clung harder, and when I tried again to loosen his grip, he began to cry, a thin, rising wail that cut straight through the fragile quiet of the room.Asher moved before I could. He crossed to my son and crouched, saying nothing at all, simply resting a hand against th
Lana's POVI didn't tell anyone what was going through my mind. I quickly ran to my children's room.A lot was going through my mind. If the guard was bleeding opposite my children's room, I had to check on them to make sure they were fine. I entered the room, and Jacob and his brothers were fast asleep.The moonlight fell across their small forms in stripes through the shutters, and for one breath, one single mercy of a breath, everything in the room was exactly as it should have been. Jacob's fist curled against his cheek the way it always did when he slept. Beside him, his brothers lay tangled in the same blanket, as though even in sleep they refused to be parted.I walked closer to be sure they were fine.My bare feet made no sound against the nursery floor. I counted their breaths the way I used to count contractions, in, out, in, out, searching each small rise and fall of their chests for anything wrong. Nothing was wrong. Nothing that I could see. And yet the smell of blood fro
Lana’s POV.Asher's eyes stayed fixed on the doorway long after Greta had spoken, his jaw working the way it did whenever his mind moved faster than his mouth would allow. I watched him war with himself, some careful calculation running behind that unreadable expression, weighing whether whatever Greta had to show him was worth abandoning the fragile tenderness of the last few minutes.For a moment I thought he wouldn't move at all.Then, slowly, he rose from beside me, the duvet slipping from where he'd tucked it so carefully against my shoulders. He didn't ask what it was. He never did with Greta; the two of them had an understanding built over decades, a shorthand that didn't need questions to know something was serious.I was on my feet before he'd taken two steps.He glanced back at me, something like protest forming behind his eyes, some instinct to shield me from whatever waited beyond that door. But he knew me well enough by now, or thought he did, to understand that telling m
Lana's POVThe words hung in the air long after the call died, and I understood, with a clarity that turned my blood to ice, that Asher had just said the one thing he could never take back. “My wife.” Not Lana. Not after he rejected me. Not after he chose Amelia over me. Jasper was the only person with me, even during my pregnancy with three sons, and he is the one they know as the father. Calling me his wife has spoiled everything.Then the line had gone dead, and the dead air that followed felt louder than anything that had come before it.My hands were shaking. I felt it before I saw it: a fine, uncontrollable fear that started somewhere behind my ribs and worked its way down through my arms until my fingers wouldn't stay still against my thigh. I pressed them flat to the table, willing them to obey, but the shaking only climbed higher, into my shoulders, my jaw, until I was certain he could see it from across the table, certain he could hear the frantic stutter of my own pulse.As
Lana's POV.I knew that tone. I had heard Asher use it only twice before in all the months I'd lived inside this pack; once when a hunter's trap had caught one of the pack's youngest scouts, and once when he'd discovered a betrayal buried three ranks deep in his own guard. It was a voice that didn't shout, didn't rage, didn't need to. It was quiet the way a mountain goes quiet right before it splits open and swallows a village whole. Fire on the mountain, my grandmother used to call it the calm that comes just before everything burns.I understood, in that instant, that I could not afford to flinch.So I decided to steel myself, to bury the fear climbing up through my chest before it ever reached my face. I lifted my chin. I let my eyes go wide with something close to offense, as though he had accused me of something absurd, something that was not worth consideration."Lana," he said again, and this time he did not look away from me at all, even as he lifted the phone from the table a
Lana’s POV I was struggling to hold back my tears when Amelia’s laughter harsh laughter echoed in the room, sharp and mocking, as if my heartbreak was nothing more than a joke to her. “Oh, Lana, are you really that pathetic?” she sneered. “You’ve always been jealous of me, haven’t you? That’s why
Lana's Pov I woke up slowly. For a few seconds, I actually thought I was back in my own bed. I expected to hear the birds outside my window and smell the coffee Jasper always made in the morning. I reached out my hand, expecting to feel the soft sheets of my home. Then, I felt the rough texture
Lana's POV The first thing I felt was a heavy ache behind my eyes. It wasn't a sharp pain, but it felt like my head was paining me. I tried to move my hand to touch my face, but my arm felt weak and slow. I opened my eyes. The light in the room was soft, but it still made me blink. I wasn't in my
Lana’s POV 8 years later It was one of those rare, peaceful mornings where everything seemed to be in perfect harmony in my life. Jasper and I were lying in bed, tangled up in each other’s arms, enjoying the quiet before the day really began. His warm breath tickled the back of my neck as he kis







