AmberIt had been four days since the surgery.Four days of recovery. Four days of minor side effects. Four days of learning to breathe without the constant fear of pain lurking in the back of my mind.Dr. Eden had warned me about the side effects. The hot flashes were the worst. One minute, I’d be fine, and the next, heat would rise from my chest, crawling up my neck and face, making me feel like I was burning from the inside out. My bond mark throbbed in response, a deep, persistent hum beneath my skin, but it wasn’t painful—just an uncomfortable reminder of what had once held me prisoner.“It’ll stop after a week,” Dr. Eden had assured me. “Your body is adjusting to the partial severance. Once it stabilizes, you won’t feel it anymore.”I clung to that hope.For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt… free.And it wasn’t just the bond that had changed.Ichika had started our therapy sessions, and to my surprise, they were actually helping. For one, the nightmares. They did
AmberThe days blurred together as I juggled my online lessons, therapy, and pregnancy. I threw myself into studying, determined to prove to myself—and to the world—that I wasn’t just some broken girl defined by her past. But balancing it all wasn’t easy.Every morning, I sat at the kitchen table with my laptop, my books spread out in front of me, determined to absorb as much information as I could. I pushed through exhaustion, through the discomfort of my ever-changing body, and forced myself to stay focused.But pregnancy was relentless.My body was not my own anymore. My belly grew larger each week, my skin stretching in ways that made me feel alien in my own skin. My breasts were swollen and heavy, they had become twice their original size, my feet ached, and my back felt like it belonged to someone three times my age.One evening, I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror and froze.The girl staring back at me wasn’t the same one from months ago.I turned slightly, running a h
AmberThe days after our little celebration passed in a blur of activity.I threw myself into university applications, determined to carve out a future for myself and my baby. I had worked too hard to give up now. My GPA was incredible—I knew it gave me a shot at some of the best schools. But I also needed to be realistic. Being a single mother meant I had to choose a school with a good support system, one that would allow me to balance my studies and motherhood.Ichika helped me research institutions that had flexible programs for young parents. Ken, ever the supportive father figure, spent hours reading through brochures with me, weighing the pros and cons of each university.Still, the waiting game was agonizing.Each day, I checked my email obsessively, my stomach twisting with nerves. What if no one accepted me? What if, despite everything, I wasn’t good enough?Then, two weeks later, it happened.A large envelope arrived in the mail. I stood frozen at the doorstep, staring at th
AmberI was beyond exhausted.The car ride home from the hospital had been quiet, save for Evalie’s soft breaths as she slept in her carrier beside me. Ichika had insisted that I rest, but how could I? I was bringing my baby home—my baby. The realization still hadn’t fully sunk in.Ken pulled into the driveway, and Ichika turned to me with a smile. “Ready?”I wasn’t.But I nodded anyway.The moment we stepped inside, the warmth of the house wrapped around me like a familiar embrace. Ken carried the hospital bags while Ichika carefully lifted Evalie in her arms, swaying gently. “Welcome home, little one,” she murmured.I followed them inside, my steps slow, my body aching. The labor had drained me. Every part of me still hurt—my stomach felt like it had been wrung out, my muscles ached, and the lingering soreness between my legs was a constant reminder of what I had gone through.Ken set my bags down in my room before turning to me with a reassuring smile. “We’ll be right here if you n
AmberFive months had passed since Evalie’s birth, and in that time, my life had completely changed.Motherhood had been an uphill battle—exhausting, overwhelming, sometimes terrifying—but with each passing day, I learned more about my daughter, and she learned more about the world.Evalie wasn’t as fussy anymore. She still had her moments, but they were nothing like those first few months when I barely got any sleep, and it felt like I was doing everything wrong. She had settled into a pattern now, her cries easier to decipher, her needs more predictable.And her appetite—goddess, her appetite.I had been exclusively breastfeeding at first, but soon, it became clear that my milk alone wasn’t enough. She would drink until I was sore, only to get hungry again moments later. My chest constantly ached from being full, and even when I tried pumping and storing milk, the pressure barely lessened. The engorgement was unbearable some nights, making it difficult to sleep.It was Ichika who ge
AmberThe airport was bustling with movement, voices blending into an overwhelming hum around me. People hurried past with rolling suitcases, flight announcements crackled over the intercom, and the air smelled of coffee, metal, and distant jet fuel. But I barely noticed any of it.All I could focus on was the weight in my chest.I gripped Evalie tighter in my arms, pressing my lips against the soft tufts of blonde hair atop her tiny head. She smelled like baby powder and warmth, like home.My home.I wasn't ready to say goodbye."Amber," Ichika’s voice was gentle but firm. "You need to board soon."I shook my head, holding Evalie closer. "I don’t know if I can do this."Ken sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sweetheart, you’ve worked so hard for this moment. We know it’s hard, but you’re doing this for her too."I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked down at my daughter. Evalie blinked up at me with those striking green eyes—Rayne’s eyes—but they were softer on her, innocen
Amber~ 6 years later ~"Ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at Harry Reid International Airport shortly. Please fasten your seatbelts and prepare for arrival."The flight attendant’s announcement sent a thrill through me, my grip tightening on the armrest.This was it.Six years.Six years since I had packed my bags, said my goodbyes, and flown halfway across the world to chase my dreams. Six years since I had left my baby girl in Ichika’s care, determined to make something of myself—to build a future where I could stand tall, not just as Amber Queen, but as Dr. Amber Queen.And now, I was finally coming home.Excitement buzzed through me like an electric current. Beijing had been everything I could have hoped for. The culture, the food, the people—I had fallen in love with it all. Every street corner told a story, every meal was an experience, and every challenge had only pushed me to be better.But no matter how incredible my journey had been, there had always been something m
AmberI swallowed hard, pushing the thought away.I had accepted long ago that love and romance weren’t in my destiny.And that was okay. I chose to focus on what really mattered—my daughter, my career, my family.The plane jolted slightly as it began its descent. I exhaled slowly, gripping my hands together."Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Las Vegas, Nevada. Please remain seated until we have reached the gate and the seatbelt sign has been turned off."My heart pounded.I was home.Ian glanced at me, his lips quirking up. "Ready to see your little girl?"A breathless laugh escaped me. "More than anything.”The moment my feet touched solid ground, my heart pounded with anticipation. I clutched my luggage tightly, scanning the crowd eagerly, and then—I saw them. Ichika, Ken, and Evalie stood near the terminal, searching for me with the same desperation I felt in my chest."Mommy!" Evalie’s voice rang out, high and excited, before I could even take another step.Tears stung my eyes as
AmberI heard gasps. Felt every stare pierce through me.Robert didn’t wait.“And there you have it!” He announced triumphantly. “She admits it. Out of her own mouth. She denied a child her father. She let her grow up without the emotional support, the discipline, and the presence of a stable Alpha figure—because her pride was hurt. This wasn’t protection. It was punishment.”He stepped forward. “Miss Queen’s selfishness has already damaged this child. And now she wants the court to let her continue the damage unchecked? At what cost to Evalie’s development? Her future? Her identity?”I wanted to scream. To cry. To collapse and disappear.But Ichika squeezed my hand.I looked down. Her grip was firm. Unshakable. You’re not alone, it said.Robert sat back, oozing victory.Ina rose again.“Your Honor,” she said, her voice like flint, “I request permission to speak.”“Granted.”Ina faced the court like a queen facing her people.“Miss Queen had good reason to withhold Evalie’s identity f
AmberThe courtroom wasn’t what I expected.It was colder. Quieter. A looming silence, only broken by the shuffle of papers and the creak of benches as people took their seats. High ceilings. Fluorescent lighting. A lone judge perched behind the bench, half-obscured by the mahogany podium before him.We took our place on the left side of the room—Ina, Evalie, and I. Ichika, Ken and Ian sat quietly behind us, their presence a fortress of calm I didn’t know I’d need until this moment.Across the aisle sat Rayne and Reed.Rayne looked like stone, his jaw locked tight and his hands folded, knuckles white. Reed, by contrast, looked like he belonged in a different kind of arena—like he was auditioning for an award instead of preparing for legal war. That smug little smirk never left his face.I focused on Evalie, who sat quietly beside me with a coloring book Ichika had brought along to keep her busy. Her small hands moved the crayon slowly across the page, completely unaware of the storm g
AmberThe air felt heavier than usual this morning.I’d barely slept, caught between nerves and the ache behind my ribs that always came when Evalie clung to me in her sleep. Her tiny hand still rested over my stomach as I lay there for a moment longer, memorizing the shape of her breathing.Today, everything could change.I slipped out of bed carefully, tucking the blanket around her. Her blond curls splayed against the pillow, the same soft shade as Rayne’s. I pushed the thought away.The house was already buzzing. I could hear Ichika clinking something in the kitchen—probably forcing Ken to eat breakfast even though his stomach was just as twisted as mine.I went to the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I didn’t recognize the woman looking back. She looked…braver. Or maybe more resigned. I wasn’t sure which one I needed more.By the time I stepped back into the bedroom, Evalie was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.“Morning, pumpkin,” I said, keeping my voice light.Evalie blinked,
AmberEvalie blinked up at me, visibly confused, the way kids often get when something doesn’t click right away. Her little brows scrunched, and I could almost see her mind turning the words over like puzzle pieces that didn’t quite fit—yet.I smiled gently and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.“You know how the other kids in your school have two parents?” I asked, voice soft, steady, though my heart pounded like a drum. “Well… that man from earlier—he’s your other parent. He’s your daddy.”She went very still.The silence that followed was thick. Not heavy exactly—just full. Like the air was holding its breath. I braced myself for her confusion, maybe even tears or questions I wasn’t ready to answer. My stomach clenched. I shouldn’t have waited so long. I should’ve told her sooner, eased her into it. But there was no going back now.Evalie’s lips parted slightly as she processed it… and then—without warning—her entire face lit up.“Really?” she whispered. “I have a daddy?”Be
AmberIt was happening. No more delays. No more hiding.Tomorrow at 10 a.m., I’d walk into that courtroom and face Rayne for the first time in seven years—not as a broken Omega begging for mercy, but as Evalie’s mother fighting for the right to keep her child safe.The weight of it settled over me like a thick, scratchy blanket I couldn’t shake off. After Reed’s impromptu and unpleasant visit last week, the house had been blessedly quiet. No more knocks on the door. No more unwelcome Alpha energy polluting my space. Just peace—and tension so sharp it made my spine ache.Still, I had done what needed to be done. I’d contacted Ina like Ian suggested.From the moment she heard the details of my case, Ina had been all in. It didn’t take much convincing. The second I mentioned Rayne’s name and the pack he was from, she was intrigued. When I explained what I’d been through—the assault, the threats, the power imbalance, and Evalie being the child in question—Ina’s voice grew tight with purpo
AmberReed’s face twisted with rage, eyes flashing like a cornered animal. I saw it— the mask crack. The real him bleeding through.“You slut,” he hissed, venom coating every syllable. “You fucking whore. You always were. Pretending to be some innocent little victim when you’ve been spreading your legs for whatever Alpha shows the slightest interest. Don’t act high and mighty with me.”I said nothing.“You think I don’t know how you got where you are?” He sneered, stepping closer. “You fucked your way through med school. Slept with the right people. Used that pathetic Omega allure of yours to get whatever you wanted. That’s what you do, isn’t it? It’s all you’re good for.”Still, I said nothing. But my hand was tightening on the doorframe so hard my nails were digging into the wood.He leaned forward, eyes dark. “You think this little war you’ve started is noble? That you’re some kind of martyr? You’re not. You’re just a selfish, bitter bitch who can’t handle the fact that she lost. R
AmberI had just gotten off the phone with another lawyer Ichika had managed to reach out to. So far? Things weren’t looking good.They acknowledged I had a solid case—on paper. But in reality, not many lawyers were willing to go up against the literal Alpha of the Pack. Alpha Rayne Hunter. The man had too much influence, too much reach. “It would be bad for business,” one of them said. “Dangerous even.” Another admitted, “Our reputation could suffer long-term if we cross the wrong people.”Their voices blended together into a nauseating chorus of fear and cowardice. It stung. I knew this wouldn’t be easy, but the sheer number of rejections was exhausting. And the ones who did consider the case? They were even worse.There was one woman in particular—an Omega, like me. I’d thought that would make a difference. I’d thought she would understand. I don’t know what I expected—compassion, maybe? Solidarity? But what I got instead was gall.The nerve.She had the audacity to chastise me. To
AmberI didn't want Evalie to grow up without me, to ever think for a second that she was unloved and unwanted. I knew exactly what that felt like— I had been abandoned by my own father and brothers—and I would never wish it on my worst enemy.I squeezed my eyes shut, a sob ripping from my chest.This couldn’t happen.I couldn’t let it happen.I almost gave in to the panic, to the devastation — but then a warm, steady presence unfurled inside me, strong and unyielding.Irma.My wolf growled low in my chest, fierce and protective, wrapping around me like an unbreakable shield.“No,” she whispered, her voice a steady thrum in my head. “We are Evalie’s mother. We raised her. We protected her. He cannot take her from us.”She released bursts of endorphins and they washed over me like waves, calming me down and reminding me of happier times. I had flashes of truth — Evalie's little arms around my neck, her sweet giggles filling our home, her sleepy "I love you, Mummy" whispered against my
AmberRayne had been quiet since his abrupt visit, and it was unsettling.I wasn’t sure what I had expected after that day — maybe for him to show up at the hospital, lurking by the emergency entrance like some stubborn shadow. Maybe he'd camp outside the house, demanding to see Evalie. Maybe he'd blow up my phone with calls or texts, shouting accusations. I even thought he'd try to contact Evalie somehow.But he didn’t.Not a call.Not a visit.Nothing.Just silence.And while a small part of me was grateful for the peace, I knew better than to trust it. I knew it was too early to celebrate, too naive to hope that it was over.This — this eerie stillness — it felt like the proverbial calm before the storm.A heavy, loaded quiet that pressed against my chest like a hand waiting to shove me under when I least expected it.I tried to shake the feeling, tried to convince myself I was just being paranoid — that maybe Rayne had gotten the closure he needed. Maybe seeing Evalie, even from a