All Chapters of Alpha’s Homecoming : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

CLAIR POVHow cruel is the heart, that it hurts the most when you want it to feel nothing?I pushed through the tight line at Ontario airport, dragging my suitcase with one hand and holding the other under my belly that seems to get bigger each second. Each step sent a dull ache through my lower back. And my breath felt borrowed."Welcome to Canada."The receptionist muttered softly, a little smile spread across her blushed cheeks and I could have sworn it was not genuine, rather a necessary etiquette of her work."Thank you."I said anyway, handing her my papers, and she after going through it, threw me that same forced smile."Your flight to Montreal is in thirty minutes."She said and I nodded, retrieving my documents from her and left the queue, thankful for the air of relief that slaps me after.Finally I got to my seat, watching the empty seat get filled, and I could not resist the urge to cry. I miss him, miss his eyes, his voice, his body, everything of him that affirmed his p

SEBASTIAN POV The room was too quiet. My body wouldn’t sit still. And skin felt so tight with my bones humming. The moon tonight wasn’t just bright. It was greedy. Bigger than I had seen it in years, swollen and pale, pressing against the glass like it wanted in. Like it was watching me. The thunder rolled low over the city skyline too. And rain hit the glass in sheets. Then almost impossible, a rainbow split the clouds, thin and bleeding light even in the dark. Omens. My grandmother used to say thunder meant change. Rain meant cleansing. While rainbows meant promises. And the moon meant fate. But that fate seems to be screaming at me.Alexa’s words still rang in my ears from the announcement downstairs earlier. “I am carrying the next Alpha in line. The one to beat the legacy of even his own father.” She had said it with that smile. The one she used when she thought she was holding all the cards. Her hand on her stomach. And her eyes daring me to deny it.A son, my heir.That’s

ALEXA POV I’m still on my knees on the cold stone and I can feel every inch of it digging into my skin. My dress is damp from the hall. And my mascara is a mess. Yet I don’t care. I’ve cared less about looking like a Luna.“Acknowledge our son,” I say again, softer this time. Like if I say it quiet enough, it won’t sound like begging.But he doesn’t answer. He just stands there, shirtless, the moonlight cutting across his chest and shoulders like he was carved for war. Sebastian. The Alpha. My Alpha. The man I have loved since I was fifteen and stupid enough to think love was a promise.The scars on his ribs pull when he breathes. I used to trace them. Back when his mother, the old Luna, would let me sit beside him during council meetings and tell me “Patience, Alexa. A man like that takes time.”Time. God knows I’ve given him time. Or isn’t four years anything at all. Four years of watching him look through me like I am glass while he says Clair’s name in his sleep.“Karl deserves a