Going Back To Pack [5]

Sienna's POV

“Sienna, what the hell is this? What are you going to do?” Wilder asked, his gaze shifting towards Sera, whom I had just laid on the bed.

He was my best friend, the one person who knew everything before I decided to leave the pack. He knew what Zev had done to me, but not the reason why I had disappeared, and why I couldn't go back, but I think now he knows it.

“Sienna, you're the Alpha's daughter. You're supposed to be the future Luna,” he said, lowering his voice. “Do you understand what this means? And the baby…” He glanced at Sera before looking back at me.

“I'm not blaming you, but what are you going to do if everyone finds out? You know how complicated things could get. The pack won't just let this go.”.

His words began to blur as I looked at Sera lying on the bed. I gently pulled the blanket over her and brushed a strand of hair away from her face.

I didn't care about being the Alpha's daughter or the future Luna. I didn't care what the pack would say or what anyone expected from me.

I had done everything once to protect my daughter, and I would do it all over again if I had to.

“What are you going to do now?”

“I don't know.”

My eyes drifted towards the door, where Zev was some time ago. I hope he has gone. I had refused to let him come in, and for once, he hadn't forced his way past me. But knowing him, I wasn't foolish enough to believe he would leave us alone.

I couldn't stop thinking about what would happen if he decided he wanted Sera.

Wilder had just told me he was working under Zev now, and I didn't even want to think about what that meant. 

I needed to leave. As soon as Sera was well enough, I would take her somewhere else, somewhere Zev wouldn't think to look. I couldn't risk staying here and letting him decide what happened to my daughter.

But Zev had already made his own decision. He wanted me to return to the Moon Pack with him, and from the look in his eyes, he had no intention of taking no for an answer.

I walked towards the window, not wanting to think of Zev any longer. I needed to clear my head and think about how I was going to get away from here before he could make things any more complicated. But as my gaze fell outside.

A huge billboard stood across the street, displaying Zev's picture with the headline, The Best Hockey Player of All Time.

Of course, the world admired him. To everyone else, Zev Valerius was a successful hockey player in both the human and werewolf world, a man people looked up to and admired. 

I walked out with Wilder, slowly closing the door behind me. My gaze fell on Tristan, who was placing the medicines on the table. 

He was calm, responsible, and understanding, the kind of man who had stood by me through everything. He was someone I could imagine spending my life with, someone who had never made me feel afraid of what tomorrow might bring.

Yet, when he proposed to me last summer, I couldn't bring myself to say yes. I told him I needed time to think about it, but the truth was that I had never given him an answer. 

He had never asked again, either. He had simply told me to take as much time as I needed, and somehow, that only made me feel worse. He deserved more than to be left waiting for an answer I wasn't sure I could ever give him.

Maybe I was too afraid to let anyone get close to me. Even after all these years, a part of me was still trapped in the past, unable to move forward no matter how hard I tried. 

Sometimes, I think how I had ever fallen for Zev in the first place. He had always been that cold, arrogant bastard, even back then. But with my brother being his best friend, Zev had always been around me. Somehow, somewhere along the way, I had fallen for him without realizing how much it would cost me.

“Did she fall asleep?” Tristan’s voice brought me back to the present, and I nodded.

I was exhausted. So much had happened in a single day that I barely had the energy to think anymore. I had spent three years making sure Zev’s shadow never fell on my child, doing everything I could to keep her safe from the life I had left behind. But now he knew about her, and everything I had tried so hard to protect was suddenly falling apart.

I walked towards the sofa and sat down, looking at the medicines Tristan had bought. Before I could say anything, a glass of water appeared in front of me. I looked up to find Tristan standing there, waiting for me to take it. I accepted the glass and drank some water. I needed it more than I realized.

Wilder watched us for a moment before glancing at me. After a brief goodbye, he left, and I couldn't help wondering what he would tell Zev. He was my brother's friend, and I was afraid he might tell him too.

Wilder and I had been good friends throughout our childhood, but as we grew older, he got a girlfriend, and we barely spoke after that. Now, seeing him again after so long should have felt familiar, but something had changed. Maybe it was the years we had spent apart, or maybe it was everything I had gone through since leaving the pack. 

Whatever the reason, I no longer felt the same connection with him, the same comfort I once had. 

I barely slept that night, checking on Sera to make sure she was fine.  Tristan has stayed in the other room, as he always did when her condition got worse. He had been there for us through everything, never complaining or making me feel like a burden.

He was a good man. He was more than I deserved, so why couldn't I say yes when he proposed? Was it fear, or was there something I didn't want to admit? I didn't know. I was too tired to think anymore, so I closed my eyes.

When I woke up around six, I checked on Sera, and my heart nearly stopped. Strange red spots, like bruises, covered her skin, and she felt frighteningly cold.

“Sera, baby, wake up.” I shook her gently before rushing out with her in my arms. 

Tristan followed me, and we hurried towards the door.

But the moment I opened it, I froze. Zev was standing right outside. Had he stayed there the whole night?

I ignored him and walked past, but the moment his eyes landed on her, he followed us.

“What happened to her, Sienna?” he asked, his eyes fixed on Sera.

I didn't answer. I just wanted to get her to the hospital, but Zev grabbed my arm.

“Let her go before I break your hand,” Tristan warned," I had never seen him like this before. He looked ready to fight, but Zev wasn't someone who backed down easily.

I didn't care about either of them. All I cared about was my daughter.

“Leave me alone, Zev,” I snapped, as his hold loosened.

His gaze moved from my face to Sera, worry clear in his eyes.

“I'll take you to the hospital. What happened to her? Why does she have those bruises?” he asked.

I ignored him and got into Tristan's car. 

The whole time we waited, my heart wouldn't stop pounding. Tristan stayed close to me, while Zev paced in front of the door, his face cold. But every time his eyes fell on me, I could see what he was trying to hide.

Hours passed before the doctor finally came out and told us Sera's condition was getting worse. They still didn't know what was wrong with her or how to treat it.

I stood outside the glass, watching my little girl lying under observation, and tears slipped down my face. I couldn't lose her. I would do anything to save my daughter, and that I made a decision that will change my life forever.

I wiped my tears, I walked towards Zev and forced myself to speak.

“I'm coming to the Moon Pack with Sera.” His eyes flickered with surprise, as if he hadn't expected me to agree so easily.