All Chapters of Fated to Him, Drawn to You: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

SEBASTIAN’S POVDad was officially retiring soon, which meant the Alpha duties were stacking up faster than I could deal with them. Pack disputes, territory agreements, rogue sightings. It felt like my phone never stopped buzzing. I barely had time to eat, much less breathe. Still, I wouldn’t complain. It was an honor to take on the role. My father had led with strength and fairness, and I intended to do the same.Between scribbling notes from a council meeting and trying to schedule another call with the witches' liaison, I glanced at my phone and saw a text from Megan.Megan: Going baby shopping with mom. Don’t panic, it’s just blankets and cute stuff. No strollers without you 😉I chuckled, the tension in my shoulders easing for the first time all day. She went with my mom last week, and her mom apparently got very in her feelings about it. I could practically hear Megan’s exasperated sigh through the text when she told me the story. Something about “I carried you for nine months,

SEBASTIAN’S POVI was just ending a video call with a few neighboring Alphas, discussing upcoming territory negotiations, when my phone buzzed. Megan’s name lit up the screen.I answered with a smile, “Hey babe.”“It’s time,” she said breathlessly.My heart dropped.“My water just broke, AHHH!” she cried out, and that scream… it punched me straight in the chest. All the calm I’d been holding onto evaporated in an instant.“Meg?” I shot up so fast my chair tipped over behind me. “I’m coming!”I didn’t even hang up the call properly. I think one of the Alphas was mid-sentence when I tossed the phone onto the desk and bolted through the house.“Megan!” I called, bursting into our bedroom.She was standing by the edge of the bed, both hands on her belly, face twisted in pain. “Sebastian, it hurts,” she whimpered, another contraction hitting.I was at her side in seconds, catching her just as her knees buckled. “I got you, baby. I got you,” I whispered, cradling her close as she leaned int

SEBASTIAN’S POVWe were packing bags, getting ready for a beach trip with the family. Thorne was bouncing in his crib like a maniac, gripping the top rail and trying but failing to climb over. Ever since he learned to walk, he thought he was invincible.Megan was in the shower, brushing her hair out, humming to herself while I prepped his bottle in the kitchen. I tested it on my wrist, too hot. I left it on the table to cool and pulled out my phone to text Roman.We’ll be down shortly. Megan's doing her ten-hour beauty routine again—I paused mid-text.The bottle… it was floating.No hands, no trick, no one near it.Just… hovering off the table like it had grown wings.“Baaabe!” I shouted.“What?” Megan came running in, towel around her hair and then she froze beside me, eyes wide.Together, we watched in stunned silence as our tiny son levitated the bottle across the room like it was nothing. It wobbled a little, then landed perfectly in his chubby hands. He plopped down in his crib