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Not alone

Author: I.O PIETRO
last update publish date: 2026-03-27 06:08:53

"How many," Bastien says.

He is already at the door, phone up, and his voice has dropped to the register it uses when something has moved from a problem to an emergency and he has accepted the difference.

I look at my phone. The unknown number has not sent anything else. Just those two sentences sitting there like a door someone opened and then stepped back from.

I type back: Who are you.

Three seconds. Then: Someone who has been inside Gregor Crest's operation for two years. I got out last mon
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    "I want to tell you something," Soren says.He says it on a Wednesday evening in February, standing in the library doorway with his jacket still on and his phone in his hand and the specific expression he uses when he has been holding something for a while and has decided tonight is the night.Lyra is asleep. Ivy is at the compound for three days working on the governance framework with Neve. Bastien is at the desk. I am in my chair.Soren comes in and sits on the sofa, which he almost never does. He is a hallway person, a doorway person, a table person. The sofa means he is staying."Tell me," I say."I am leaving Iron Fang," he says.The library is quiet."Not the building," he says immediately. Not you. Not Lyra. He holds my gaze and then Bastien's. "I am leaving the administrative role. The pack operations. The daily management function." He pauses. I have been thinking about this for six months and I have not known how to say it because it felt like abandoning something and then

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    What she carries

    "She sang," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Tuesday in January, quietly, the way she says things when she is not sure yet what they mean.Lyra is sixteen months old.She is in her chair at the kitchen table, eating with the focused efficiency she always brings to food, and she has been making sounds since she woke up. Not words. A sound that has a structure to it, the same sequence of notes repeated, different each time in a small way but recognizably the same underlying thing.I have been listening since seven.I knew what it was.I was waiting for someone else to name it."She is singing," I say."She has been doing it since she woke up," Ivy says. I heard it through the wall.Bastien comes in.He hears the sound Lyra is making and goes very still in the doorway for a moment.Then he looks at me."It is a song," he says.Yes, I say."It is the same song repeated," he says."Yes," I say.He listens for a moment. He is very good at listening, at the specific precision of someo

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    The sixth thing

    "She put it on the shelf herself," Bastien says.He says it from the doorway of Lyra's room on the Saturday morning after the journal reading, and his voice has the quiet of someone who has witnessed something he was not expecting and is not sure yet how large it is.I am in the hallway."What did she put," I say.Come and see, he says.I go into the room.Lyra is standing at the shelf.She is fifteen months old and she can reach the lower section now, the section where the photograph is, the section that was always going to be hers when she was tall enough.She is not reaching for the photograph.She has placed something on the shelf in the gap to the left of the photograph.I look at it.It is a rock.A small, specific rock, pale grey with a faint rose vein through the center, rounded at one end, the kind of rock that is too particular to have been picked up without intention.I crouch down beside her.She looks at me."Where did you get this," I say.She looks at the rock.She look

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    What the journal says

    "She wrote about the garden," Ivy says.She says it three days after the journal arrives, on a Thursday evening, sitting in the library with the small notebook in her hands. She has read it twice alone. This is the third reading, the one she said would be for sharing.I am in my chair.Bastien is in his.Lyra is asleep upstairs.The building is at its nighttime quiet and the lamp is on."Tell me," I say.Ivy opens the journal to a page she has marked."She wrote this when I was six weeks old," she says. She says: I go to the garden before the house wakes up. The herbs are coming in and the morning is the only time I have that is completely mine. I go there and I breathe and I think about the two girls in the rooms above and I decide to stay one more day.The library is quiet."One more day," I say."Every entry starts the same," Ivy says. Not the words. The structure. She describes something real. The garden. The morning light. What the compound sounds like when it is waking up. And t

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    The second letter

    "He wrote again," Ivy says.She says it on a December morning, standing in the library doorway with an envelope in her hand, and her voice is doing the careful even thing it does when she is managing something larger than it appears.My father.I look at the envelope.This one is addressed to both of us.He has never done that before."When did it arrive," I say."This morning," she says. Soren left it on the library desk.I look at Bastien.He is in his chair. He looks at me with the expression that means this is yours to decide and I am here either way."Sit down," I say to Ivy.She sits.I opened the envelope.Two pages this time. The same formal paper. The same handwriting. Slanted and deliberate and completely his.I read the first page.It is addressed to me.He says he has been watching the Inter-Pack Governance Network's published work. He says he read the proceedings from the April conference. He says the speech I gave, which was published in the network's formal record, is t

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    What Neve builds

    "She called the border families to the compound," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Monday in November, reading from a message on her phone, and she has the expression she gets when something Neve has done confirms a thing she already believed about her.Lyra is thirteen months old and is standing at the kitchen table holding the edge with one hand and eating with the other, which is her current preferred operating method."Why," I say."There is a water dispute starting again," Ivy says. Not Crest Pack's border families this time. Two packs further north who have been escalating for six months. She reads further. Neve contacted both Alphas through formal channels and they both declined mediation. She looks up. So she invited the community members from both sides, not the Alphas, the actual families who live on the border, to come to the compound for a meal. She pauses. She is not mediating a political dispute. She is making dinner.Bastien, at the other end of the table, looks

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    The waiting game

    "He can't make us wait indefinitely," Holt says.She is on the phone and her voice has the contained irritation of a lawyer who has been handed a procedural obstacle she finds professionally offensive.I am in the kitchen, which has become my morning room by default. Good light, the coffee smell, t

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    Thirteen signatures

    "Thirteen," Ivy says, and the word lands differently than a number usually does.She is standing in the library doorway at eight in the morning with the updated petition count on her phone and the expression of someone who was not expecting to feel this much about a legal document.I look up from t

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    Breathing room

    "Take the day," Bastien says.He says it at noon, standing in the library doorway, and he says it the way he says things that are both a suggestion and something more than a suggestion but not quite an instruction.We have the outreach letters for the remaining Alphas on Vane's list, I say. Ivy fin

  • PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR    Suki yuen

    "He started the Volana tracking the year he joined the council," Suki says.She is on video call, her face clear and direct in the laptop screen Soren has set up at the end of the library table. She is in her early fifties with close-cut silver-streaked hair and the particular bearing of a person w

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