Apollos Heart Novels & Stories

she yelled Silas placed his hand on her shoulder. “Do you feel any pain in your chest?” He asked Fiona raised her brow in puzzlement. “What?” “You don't, right? That is because you have a healthy heart. That boy is suffering from heart failure and that seizure could've killed him if I hadn't been there so yes, his life is more important” Fiona's eyes whelmed up, “I can't believe you're saying this,” Silas ascended the stairs, paying her fuss no attention.

The whimpering newbies roared when Ronald came in his disappointed look over his youngsters. “I command that. This is the first time I check on you after months and now I understand why the pack’s defense got weak. I apologize for this Alpha Angel and Luna Mira. I didn’t expect that this is the reason why it's making my pack weak.” Alpha Ronald sighed and apologized for the weakness of their pack that Angel and Mira took notice of as soon as they came into their pack.

EVANDER POV Rolling down the windows of my gray Nissan Titan, I smell the fresh air of the pack that I’ll be the Alpha of. It feels good to be back on Moon Valley pack soil. I switched seats with Alonso a few miles back so that he could be the one to greet the warriors at the gate so no one would see me in the back. My scent is all over the car but hopefully, all our scents mix so it won’t be as strong. We don’t want anyone suspecting that I am back.

Yes. Gods, yes. This tug, this warmth, this understanding I had never felt anything like it before. It seemed as though my soul recognized him, even though my mind resisted. “I don’t want this,” I murmured. “Not with someone who can’t stand me.” His expression flickered with a mix of pain and frustration before his Alpha mask solidified. “Ella, look at me.” I did. And the world came into sharper focus. The moonlight grew brighter. The air became thicker. My heart raced in harmony with his. We stood uncomfortably close yet still too far apart.

In the end, the perfect husband and father Stan and I were so proud of was a phony, and the love he showed us was a lie. The only truth was this deceitful plot he maintained for six years, ending with a meticulously staged car accident to take away my son's heart. Nonetheless, my consciousness blurred as the sedative flowed through my veins. I could feel the icy touch of machines digging inside my body, giving me more nightmares. There was only pitch-blackness where my son stood, an emptiness in his chest where his heart should have been. He was reaching toward me, screaming, "Mommy! It hurts so much!"