Lahat ng Kabanata ng I Was Your Dying Omega, Now I'm Your Sovereign Alpha: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Lola's POVThe pregnancy test hit the bathroom tiles at exactly 4:47 in the morning.I didn't throw it. My fingers simply stopped holding it. Five years of trying and my hands had finally decided they were done pretending the result would be different this time.Negative.Again.I stared at it on the floor for a long time without picking it up. The bathroom was cold and the tiles were cold and the word negative sat inside my chest like something with weight, like something that had always lived there and had simply stopped hiding.Five years.I said it to myself the way you repeat a word until it loses all meaning. Five years of waking before dawn to count dates on a calendar. Five years of holding my breath through the two-week wait, of whispering prayers into the space between sleeping and waking, of pressing my palms flat against my stomach like I could will something into existence through sheer devotion. Five years of the same ending. The same single line where two should have be

Lola's POVSofia looked exactly the same.That was the first thing I noticed when she walked through the arrivals door at the pack district café where we had agreed to meet. She had the same easy smile, the same unhurried way of moving through a room like she belonged in every part of it. Years abroad had added something polished to her. New clothes. New confidence. But the same Sofia.She saw me and her face opened up."Lola." She crossed the room fast and pulled me into a hug that lasted long enough to feel real. I held on. I had missed her in the specific, aching way you miss the one person who knew you before you became whoever you are now. The orphanage. The cold mornings. The two of us sharing a blanket that wasn't big enough for one."Look at you," she said, pulling back, hands on my shoulders. "You look tired.""Thank you," I said drily.She laughed. "I didn't mean it like that."We sat. I had sent her pictures of the baby the night before, the way you share things with someon

Lola's POVI did not sleep.I sat in the study until the sky outside the window moved from black to the particular dark blue that comes just before dawn, the financial records still open on the screen in front of me, the words no legal union on record sitting in my chest like a stone I had swallowed whole.By five in the morning I had made a list.Everything I had built. Everything that was mine before I ever met him. Every asset, every contract, every proprietary document the IPO depended on — the core materials that existed because of my mind and my labour and my years of burning through the night while he slept. I went through it methodically, the way I had learned to do everything, quietly and without performance.By six I heard his alarm go off upstairs.By six fifteen I heard Sofia's door open down the corridor.By six twenty the three of us were in the kitchen and I was making coffee like none of it was happening."You look like you didn't sleep," Tristain said, not looking up