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Khai's POVIt feels as if I'm sealing my own fate when I use my hand to lock the panic room.Never, would I ever have thought that I would willing lock myself in a building even if the amenities were of luxury and my stay would be a happy one.There's lounge big enough to be a communal room. Kitchen large enough to put the one in the pack house above to shame and bedrooms with enough room for eight in each split over three levels below the the house above.This is more than a panic room, more so being a state of the art hotel below ground that just so happens to be very safe to reside in but even so, I just locked us in here for hours.Unable to leave, unable to open the door that'll keep us safely locked inside and everyone else locked outside.I've studied the blue prints, I know there are three tunnels that will bring me out in different areas of Theo's pack, once the lockdown is over of course.Tabby and Leo have already sorted food and drink and the clock begins.“Come and sit do

Lilith’s POV When I wake I’m sandwiched between Khai and Theo and Lora’s already feeding from my breast.Her long body draped over my chest and stomach.Both Khai and Theo are sleeping besides me. Facing one another in this strange bed below the house.I wish they had woken me instead of leaving me here in this bed underneath the house in a place that resembles a prison much like the one Damian used to keep me in for weeks on end.But they hadn’t I guess they wanted me to sleep.I guess there’s no harm in sleeping here, the four of us seem content, and Lora sleeping whilst eating is a testament that.I stare down at her for a long moment, wondering if I moved whether I would disturb not only her but Theo and Khai in one fell swoop.I guess I would, so I don’t move an inch, laying my head back on the pillow so I can stare up at the stark white ceiling above me.The lights around the room are down in ambience, enough to aid vision but not enough to truly light the room.It’s quiet, not

Lilith’s POVThere’s a strange ambience in the pack house today.Things seem dull and sad yet excitable and happy in the same instance.And I think I know what it is, why I feel this way.It’s to do with Leo and Tabby, I’m sure of it.The pair of them are finally moving into the house Theo gave them. All renovations now finished and the brick and mortar ready for them to make it into a home.A place they can birth their child and bring him up. Hopefully nurture him into someone that can love Lora with everything he has.And with that love I’m hoping that he will give her a different future to the one she’s destined for.Of course I cannot force her. I cannot make her chose him.But I’m hoping that having someone of the same age that will love her unconditionally will give her options.Of course I think that things happen for a reason and I believe Leo and Tabby were forced into our pack under our rule for a reason.The reason being we needed their son around for Lora.It’s sad that t

Leo’s POVI walk back into the room to her knuckles white as snow.She’s hiding pain from me again and the only pain that would make sense is labour pains.She’s been in a quiet mood since this morning, having not spoken much as we left and her excitement to be in our own home again has been lacking.But I know confronting her will only cause he anxiety so I pretend I haven’t see anything, and instead being the bag of clothes I had chosen in Theo’s small town of shops the other day.“What’s this?” She asks.“Clothes I chose for Arlo, some small onesies and outfits,” I tell her.She breaks her cold exterior for only a moment as she pours the contents of clothes inside the cot.She segregated them into piles of style, keeping all the onsie’s together and the vests, even the little outfits and she fingers the material and just stares at the clothes.And from where I’m stood this is the break in her facade, the opening of the flood gates so to speak.“Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I ask with

Leo’s POVI never thought I’d meet a scenario where my world would change as dramatically as it did on the the day I found Tabitha.The day I met her everything came to a crashing halt around me as my world repositioned itself to revolve around her. But the birth of my son has posed yet another emotional wreckage for me to contend with.A good one but nevertheless an emotional narrative day.He looks just like his Tabitha and I couldn’t be more in awe of her than I am right now.She’s grown this tiny little human over these last few months without so much as a mutter of discomfort. A son for me to hand things down to.My heir.Yet even though I know have an heir, I have nothing to give him.Nothing but love and time.I suppose the one good thing that will come from me not having a pack to run will be the fact that I will have time.Ample amounts of time to spend on my son of which I wouldn’t have had before.I must count my blessings because I should technically be dead, and if it we