บททั้งหมดของ To Be An Alpha's : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

A little over a month had passed, days blurring together as Yasmin carefully stuck to the routine she'd created. With each sunrise, she counted herself one step closer to leaving the Moonbeam Pack behind. No one had noticed the secret she held close—her pregnancy was still hidden, thanks to her small frame. But every night, as she lay alone, she felt the faintest flutter, a reminder that it wasn’t just her anymore. Now, it was noon, and Yasmin sat cross-legged on the floor of her cramped little room in the omega quarters, her heart pounding as she counted out the crumpled bills she’d managed to save. The sunlight slanted through the dusty window, illuminating each worn note and coin she had scraped together from endless shifts and side jobs. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had, and tomorrow, she would need it to survive. She took a slow breath, biting her lip as she looked at the pile. Was this enough? Would it get her far enough away, to a place where the pack couldn’t reach her?

As Yasmin and Raz made their way up north, Yasmin realized this was the first time she’d ever left the Moonbeam Pack. That Pack had been her entire world—every face, every place, all so familiar yet stained with painful memories. Now, she was finally leaving it all behind: the loneliness, the sadness, the struggles. She was starting over, not just for herself but for the little life growing inside her, the unexpected gift that gave her a new purpose. Their journey was mostly quiet, but Yasmin didn’t mind. Each day, she felt a sense of freedom, like she was seeing the world for the first time. She’d never really thought about what was beyond the boundaries of Moonbeam, and now, each new landscape and face felt like something out of a dream. She wasn’t involved in Raz’s supply trades with the other Packs, but she kept her eyes open, taking in everything around her. As the days stretched into weeks, and then into two months, she felt herself changing. The scenery constantly shifted—fr

The van jostled along a winding mountain road, the landscape unfolding like a painted tapestry outside Yasmin’s window. She held a map in her hands—given to her by Leo as they started the new leg of her journey—and she’d spent the past hours studying the clusters of small towns and packs that dotted the valley, nestled between rugged mountain ranges and fields that stretched wide and green under the open sky.One town in particular caught her eye: Thistlethorn Pack, tucked in a forested hollow along the mountainside. There was a simplicity in its description, a humble quiet she found herself drawn to. She traced her finger over the name and glanced at Leo.“I think I’ll stop at Thistlethorn,” she said, her voice quiet but resolute.Leo gave a grunt of acknowledgement, keeping his eyes on the road. “Solid choice. Quiet folk, from what I hear. They keep to themselves, but you’d probably get some peace there.”And so, their journey continued, five days of steady driving with periodic sto

The small market hums with life, each stall a miniature world of color and sound. Yasmin maneuvers through the bustling crowd, her woven basket balanced on her hip. The familiar faces of vendors greet her from all sides, some calling out with friendly waves or snippets of conversation as she passes.“Yasmin! Morning!” calls out Farid, the vegetable vendor, a broad grin lighting up his wrinkled face as she approaches his stall. He gestures proudly to the spread of produce before him. “Carrots, fresh as this morning’s dew. And the best cabbage you’ll find in the whole market.”“Good morning, Farid.” Yasmin greets quietly, her smile warm. “Your carrots always are the best.” She gestures to a bright, orange bunch and adds, “I'll have this bunch of carrots and a cabbage, too.”Farid, never one to miss an opportunity, places the vegetables in her basket with a practiced flourish. “Ten silvers,” he says, lifting his chin as if to say it’s a fair deal.Yasmin raises an eyebrow, crossing her a

When Yasmin and Zephyr finally reach home, Yasmin closes the door softly behind them, the quiet click echoing in the small space. She walks into the living room, drops her market basket on the floor, and sinks onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Zephyr hesitates for a moment, his eyes darting between her and the floor, before he sits down beside her.Yasmin glances over at him, her face softening. “Zephyr, I need you to tell me what really happened today,” she says gently. “No more holding back.”Zephyr fidgets, rubbing his palms against his knees. “It was… like I told you, Mama. They were bullying Woyi. They kept calling him names, taking his lunch. And I’d warned them before.”Her gaze roves over him. “And the dead patch on the field… do you have any idea what caused it?”Zephyr’s shoulders stiffen, and he looks away, his face clouded with hesitation. Yasmin reaches over, putting a gentle hand on his arm. “Zephyr,” she says softly, “please. You don’t need to hide anything from me. I j