AmberI stood outside the hospital room door, my hand hovering just above the handle, willing my pulse to slow.The hall was quiet.Too quiet.It gave me too much time to think.To remember.To feel.Donโt do that, I told myself. Donโt feel anything. Not now.This wasnโt personal. This was procedure. Post-operative follow-up. One of a dozen Iโd done that week. He was just another patient on my list.I took a breath. Straightened my spine.And walked in.He looked exactly how I left himโonly now his eyes were open. Alert. Wild with disbelief.I didnโt flinch when I saw his expression.Didnโt react when his gaze snapped to me like I was a ghost he thought heโd buried seven years ago.He looked pale, bandaged, exhausted. But underneath the bruises and the haze, his shock was unmistakable. It poured off him like heat.And it filled me with something I hadnโt expectedโpride.Not the vain kind. The quiet kind. The kind that whispered, You never thought Iโd become this, did you?He had writt
RayneMorning crept in through the blinds like a soft ache behind my eyes. The light wasnโt harshโmore like a warm hazeโbut it still made my head pound a little harder.I blinked against it, letting my eyes adjust, waiting for the room to settle back into focus.And when it did, I saw him.Reed.Curled up in the plastic chair beside my bed like heโd been there all night. Elbows propped on the edge of the mattress, chin resting on his arms, staring at me with wide, worried eyes.There was no anger in his expression.No hurt. No distance.Just relief.And love.Like the night before had never happened. Like he hadnโt stood in the hallway with fire in his eyes and divorce in his mouth.โHey,โ he said softly, sitting up straighter when he saw my eyes open. โYouโre awake.โโYeah,โ I croaked, my voice still raw. โBarely.โHis face lit up. โThank the goddess.โBefore I could say anything else, he was fussingโreaching for the cup of water by the bed, checking the blanket, fluffing my pillow l
Rayne I looked at him.He smiled.He meant it. That was the worst part.It wasnโt a figure of speech.It wasnโt even romantic.It was... unsettling.But I didnโt say anything. I didnโt want to turn the moment into another fight. Not when we were just starting to breathe again.Reed seemed to sense my unease because he shifted, his tone softer now.โIโve been struggling, Rayne. A lot more than I wanted to admit. Being Luna isnโt easy. People expect perfection. Strength. Confidence. And IโIโve been so damn insecure lately. Every time I see you drift or pull back, it feels like Iโm losing you.โI stayed quiet, letting him speak.โThatโs why I said what I said. I was overwhelmed. But I shouldnโt have dumped it all on you. I shouldnโt have scared you with the divorce threat. That was... extreme. And manipulative. I know that now.โHe took a deep breath.โIโm sorry. Truly.โI nodded slowly.โI swear, if I ever feel that way again, Iโll talk to you. Weโll figure it out together. No more thr
AmberItโs official.The Moon Goddess is a sadistic bitch. Thereโs absolutely no changing my mind about that.I donโt care how sacred sheโs supposed to be. Or how many songs were written about her โdivine will.โ Screw all of it.Itโs the only explanation for why I keep getting dealt such a shitty hand. Again. And again. And again.I had just finished my rounds, clipboard tucked under one arm, my head pounding faintly from hours on my feet. All I wanted was to return to my office, throw back the last of the cold coffee waiting on my desk, and finally breathe.But no.Apparently, peace wasnโt part of the divine plan for me.Because just as I turned the corner past the nursesโ station, I froze.Dead in my tracks.There they were.Rayne and Reed.Reed was pushing Rayneโs wheelchair down the hallway slowly, talking animatedly about something I couldnโt hear. His hands were light on the handles, careful and gentle. Rayne sat back, bandaged and pale, but with that same stupid soft look he alw
RayneOne, two, three, fourโฆ Eight weeks.It took just over eight painful, frustrating, mind-numbing weeks to feel human again.Which was ridiculous considering how fast wolves were supposed to heal.But even with accelerated recovery, nothing about this process had been easy. The surgery had left me weak and sore for weeks. My abdomen still pulled uncomfortably when I bent the wrong way. The cast on my leg had only come off a few days ago, but the real hell was physical therapy.The fracture itself had healedโtechnically. But regaining full function, learning to walk without stiffness, without pain, without limping? That was the real battle.Iโd had to use crutches for the first three weeks post-op, even as my wolf protested the entire time. Eden hated the helplessness. Hated the weakness. Hated the slow, humiliating pace of everything.But I did it.Because I had to.Because Reed showed up to every session. Pushed me through the frustration. Carried the parts of me that couldnโt car
RayneReed busied himself tucking my discharge folder into his messenger bag, still humming to himself with uncontainable excitement. He was already planning which takeout weโd order tonight, how heโd light candles in the bedroom and sprinkle rose petals on the floor and bed, make it โromantic but relaxing,โ his words.But even as I smiled and nodded, there was something clawing at me from the inside.I couldnโt leave without saying thank you.To her.Amber.It didnโt make sense. Sheโd made it perfectly clear she wanted nothing to do with meโand I respected that. But I couldnโt walk out of this hospital and pretend like she hadnโt saved my life. Like she hadnโt stitched me back together with those tiny, fierce hands of hers.I owed her something. A thank you. Thatโs all.Just closure.A gesture.Nothing more.โHey,โ I said, interrupting Reed mid-sentence. โCan you do me a favor and go pull the car around? I donโt want to be limping through the parking lot for an hour.โReed looked up.
AmberFor the most part, Iโd done a pretty good job pretending Rayne Hunter didnโt exist.Which was ironic, considering he was recovering in the same hospital where I worked five days a week, twelve hours a day. But I guess that was the trickโif I kept moving, kept busy, kept my head buried in charts and scalpel reports and pre-op consults, I didnโt have time to remember that he was here too.And on the rare occasions when the thought of him did try to creep inโlike during a lull between surgeries, or when I passed the room he used to occupyโI shoved it away. Mentally. Emotionally. I threw up a wall and walked the other direction.It wasnโt denial. Not really.It was survival.Eight weeks.Thatโs how long it had been since I stood over his body on the operating table and chose to save him. Since I stitched him back together, closed his wound, and handed him back to the man he loved.Eight weeks of silence. Of distance.And in those eight weeks, I hadnโt seen his face once.Partly beca
RayneI had the whole thing memorized.Every single word I planned to say to her.I even practiced my toneโ respectful, measured. Not too soft, not too proud. I wasnโt here to dredge up the past. I wasnโt here to ask questions or start a conversation that would lead nowhere. I was here to do one thing.Say thank you.I owed her that.So here I was in front of her office door with a bouquet of lilies and soft pink tulips, buzzing with the kind of nervous energy I hadnโt felt since I was a kid. I didnโt even know if sheโd accept the flowers. I just remembered she hated money being thrown at herโGoddess, that memory still made my gut twistโand I thought maybe something small and human would carry more weight.The words were ready.Thank you for saving my life. Iโll never forget it. You didnโt owe me anything, and you still chose to help.That was it. Nothing else. I even practiced how to hold the bouquetโsoftly, humbly, like it was a peace offering, not a bribe.But none of that mattered
AmberI heard gasps. Felt every stare pierce through me.Robert didnโt wait.โAnd there you have it!โ He announced triumphantly. โShe 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 figureโbecause her pride was hurt. This wasnโt protection. It was punishment.โHe stepped forward. โMiss Queenโs selfishness has already damaged this child. And now she wants the court to let her continue the damage unchecked? At what cost to Evalieโs development? Her future? Her identity?โI wanted to scream. To cry. To collapse and disappear.But Ichika squeezed my hand.I looked down. Her grip was firm. Unshakable. Youโre not alone, it said.Robert sat back, oozing victory.Ina rose again.โYour Honor,โ she said, her voice like flint, โI request permission to speak.โโGranted.โIna faced the court like a queen facing her people.โMiss Queen had good reason to withhold Evalieโs identity f
AmberThe courtroom wasnโt 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 roomโIna, Evalie, and I. Ichika, Ken and Ian sat quietly behind us, their presence a fortress of calm I didnโt know Iโd 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 arenaโlike 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.Iโd 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 Rayneโs. I pushed the thought away.The house was already buzzing. I could hear Ichika clinking something in the kitchenโprobably 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 didnโt recognize the woman looking back. She lookedโฆbraver. Or maybe more resigned. I wasnโt sure which one I needed more.By the time I stepped back into the bedroom, Evalie was sitting up, rubbing her eyes.โMorning, pumpkin,โ I said, keeping my voice light.Evalie blinked,
AmberEvalie blinked up at me, visibly confused, the way kids often get when something doesnโt click right away. Her little brows scrunched, and I could almost see her mind turning the words over like puzzle pieces that didnโt quite fitโyet.I smiled gently and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear.โYou know how the other kids in your school have two parents?โ I asked, voice soft, steady, though my heart pounded like a drum. โWellโฆ that man from earlierโheโs your other parent. Heโs your daddy.โShe went very still.The silence that followed was thick. Not heavy exactlyโjust full. Like the air was holding its breath. I braced myself for her confusion, maybe even tears or questions I wasnโt ready to answer. My stomach clenched. I shouldnโt have waited so long. I shouldโve told her sooner, eased her into it. But there was no going back now.Evalieโs lips parted slightly as she processed itโฆ and thenโwithout warningโher entire face lit up.โReally?โ she whispered. โI have a daddy?โBe
AmberIt was happening. No more delays. No more hiding.Tomorrow at 10 a.m., Iโd walk into that courtroom and face Rayne for the first time in seven yearsโnot as a broken Omega begging for mercy, but as Evalieโs mother fighting for the right to keep her child safe.The weight of it settled over me like a thick, scratchy blanket I couldnโt shake off. After Reedโs 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 peaceโand tension so sharp it made my spine ache.Still, I had done what needed to be done. Iโd contacted Ina like Ian suggested.From the moment she heard the details of my case, Ina had been all in. It didnโt take much convincing. The second I mentioned Rayneโs name and the pack he was from, she was intrigued. When I explained what Iโd been throughโthe assault, the threats, the power imbalance, and Evalie being the child in questionโInaโs voice grew tight with purpo
AmberReedโs face twisted with rage, eyes flashing like a cornered animal. I saw itโ the mask crack. The real him bleeding through.โYou slut,โ he hissed, venom coating every syllable. โYou fucking whore. You always were. Pretending to be some innocent little victim when youโve been spreading your legs for whatever Alpha shows the slightest interest. Donโt act high and mighty with me.โI said nothing.โYou think I donโt know how you got where you are?โ He sneered, stepping closer. โYou fucked your way through med school. Slept with the right people. Used that pathetic Omega allure of yours to get whatever you wanted. Thatโs what you do, isnโt it? Itโs all youโre good for.โStill, 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. โYou think this little war youโve started is noble? That youโre some kind of martyr? Youโre not. Youโre just a selfish, bitter bitch who canโt 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 werenโt looking good.They acknowledged I had a solid caseโon 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. โIt would be bad for business,โ one of them said. โDangerous even.โ Another admitted, โOur reputation could suffer long-term if we cross the wrong people.โTheir voices blended together into a nauseating chorus of fear and cowardice. It stung. I knew this wouldnโt 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 particularโan Omega, like me. Iโd thought that would make a difference. Iโd thought she would understand. I donโt know what I expectedโcompassion, 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 likeโ I had been abandoned by my own father and brothersโand I would never wish it on my worst enemy.I squeezed my eyes shut, a sob ripping from my chest.This couldnโt happen.I couldnโt let it happen.I almost gave in to the panic, to the devastation โ 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.โNo,โ she whispered, her voice a steady thrum in my head. โWe are Evalieโs mother. We raised her. We protected her. He cannot take her from us.โShe 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 โ 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 wasnโt sure what I had expected after that day โ 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 didnโt.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 โ this eerie stillness โ 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 โ that maybe Rayne had gotten the closure he needed. Maybe seeing Evalie, even from a