RayneI had the whole thing memorized.Every single word I planned to say to her.I even practiced my tone— respectful, measured. Not too soft, not too proud. I wasn’t here to dredge up the past. I wasn’t 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 hadn’t felt since I was a kid. I didn’t even know if she’d accept the flowers. I just remembered she hated money being thrown at her—Goddess, that memory still made my gut twist—and I thought maybe something small and human would carry more weight.The words were ready.Thank you for saving my life. I’ll never forget it. You didn’t owe me anything, and you still chose to help.That was it. Nothing else. I even practiced how to hold the bouquet—softly, humbly, like it was a peace offering, not a bribe.But none of that mattered
RayneHer words stung.Not just because they were loud or furious, but because they were true.I stood frozen, every syllable she threw at me carving straight through the fog of my anger, slicing deeper than anything had in years.She’d gone through all of it alone.The pregnancy. The birth. The newborn stage.And where had I been?Not even aware it was happening.And that fact—the brutal, ugly reality—made something inside me buckle.Because everyone knew how dangerous and agonizing pregnancy could be for lone Omegas. Their bodies weren’t designed to handle the full term without an Alpha’s support. Without that steady stream of pheromones to ease the symptoms, reduce the pain, and protect both mother and child.Amber had survived it without me.Without the safety net I should have provided. Without the warmth of our bond. Without the chemical anchor that would’ve soothed her nerves and her body. I hadn't been there to calm her when the hormones hit like waves, when her skin hurt from
ReedI waited.And waited.And waited.Tapping the steering wheel. Drumming my fingers against the dashboard. Checking the clock every thirty seconds like an obsessive lunatic.Where the hell was he?He said he just wanted to thank a doctor. Maybe grab her for a quick word and come back. It wasn’t supposed to take this long. I hadn’t even shut off the ignition, thinking he’d be back any minute.After fifteen minutes, my stomach twisted in knots.Maybe he’s feeling sick, I thought. Maybe the stress of getting discharged is too much. Maybe something’s wrong—I slammed my hand against the steering wheel.No.I wasn’t just going to sit here.I threw the car door open and stormed across the parking lot toward the hospital entrance.And that’s when I saw it.Two security guards, both burly Betas, shoving my husband—my husband—out of the sliding glass doors like he was some kind of criminal.I froze for a second, my brain stuttering.Then rage exploded inside me.“What the fuck do you think
ReedThe name hit me like a punch straight to the gut.Amber.I blinked. Swallowed. Shook my head like maybe I’d heard wrong.“What…?” I croaked out, but Rayne wasn’t finished.“And that’s not all,” he said quietly, voice like gravel scraping against stone. “I found out today… Amber had my child.”For a moment, there was no air.No floor beneath me.No ceiling above.Just an endless, screaming black void as my entire world shattered into dust.He kept talking, but I barely heard the words through the roaring in my ears. Something about walking into her office, about seeing a little girl sitting there. Blonde hair. Green eyes. Looking so much like him it was unmistakable.Their daughter.Rayne had a daughter.A daughter he hadn’t known about. A daughter Amber had hidden from him.A daughter that wasn’t mine.I clutched at the sheets beneath me, my fingers curling so tight they hurt, nails digging into the fabric.It couldn’t be real.It couldn’t be happening.She—Amber—had a child with
ReedShe had no right. No right to come back. No right to still hold power over us after everything.And now?Now there was a child.A living, breathing extension of Rayne and Amber's bond. The very thing I fought so fucking hard to destroy.Everyone knew how possessive Alphas were about their pups.Everyone.It was coded into their DNA, their instincts, their blood.An Alpha couldn’t walk away from their kid. It didn’t matter if they hated the mother. The second they scented their pup, it was over.They were tied to them for life.And now Amber had that power.I couldn’t let that happen.Not now.Not ever.Not as long as I was breathing.I had to pull myself together.I had to.Even as my whole body screamed and my soul felt like it was bleeding out at my feet, I forced a smile. Forced my breathing to slow. Forced the tight, ugly emotions slamming against my ribs to stay buried where Rayne couldn’t see.You have to protect what’s yours, I reminded myself.Even if it killed me."Have y
AmberI barely made it through the next few minutes.I was shaking so badly after Rayne was dragged out of my office that I could hardly hold a pen steady, let alone continue reviewing patient files like nothing had happened. My mind wasn’t on my work. It wasn’t on anything but the echo of his voice, the fire in his eyes, the awful words he’d thrown at me—Bad mother. Selfish. Cruel.Each accusation burned itself deeper and deeper into my chest, like brands pressed into raw skin.I couldn’t stay here.I couldn’t pretend everything was normal when my whole world had been tipped upside down.So I did what I never did—I signed out early. Scribbled my name across the sheet, handed over my remaining charts to a nurse with shaking fingers, and left before anyone could ask questions.I needed to breathe.I needed to get Evalie and get the hell out of this hospital before I completely lost it.I made my way to the playground, my legs moving on autopilot.Evalie was easy to spot.She was sitting
AmberIt had been a few days since the confrontation at the hospital. A few long, exhausting days.But finally—finally—I was beginning to breathe normally again. Beginning to accept that everything would be fine. That Evalie and I would be okay, no matter what storms brewed outside the fragile little world we had built.Today was Saturday—my day off—and I planned to make the most of it.It wasn’t just any Saturday either. I had promised Evalie that if she aced her math test, we’d celebrate. And like the little genius she was, she had scored a perfect mark. My heart had almost burst with pride when her teacher emailed me the results.We were supposed to have a full day together—just the two of us. First a trip to the amusement park, then a little shopping spree. Evalie had been eyeing a ridiculously expensive dollhouse for weeks now, and today, she was going to get it.Ichika and Ken were out for the day—some sort of couple’s spa thing they’d been planning for weeks—so the house was bl
AmberRayne’s hands flexed and unflexed at his sides like he was barely leashing a monster inside him.The tension crackled between us, thick and ugly. I knew he could overpower me physically if he wanted to. He was stronger, bigger, an Alpha in his prime. But there was no force on earth that could make me willingly hand Evalie over to him.We glared at each other, the silence blistering."You think you’re doing her a favor?" Rayne said, his voice dipping low and cruel. "Keeping her from her own blood? You’re screwing her up more than you know."I flinched, but didn’t move. "Better than letting her near a man who almost ruined her mother’s life," I retorted harshly.Rayne’s face darkened."She deserves to know who I am," he growled. "She deserves a father.""You forfeited that right the moment you abandoned me," I fired."You think you can just erase me?" He snarled, his voice vibrating with rage. "Pretend I don't exist? Pretend she doesn’t deserve to know her real father?"I stared h
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