Born To This Novels & Stories

Cassandra POV “Congratulations. You gave birth to a baby boy.” I finished the delivery and handed the baby to his mother. “He looked like his father.” Mrs. Wimbledon took her mask off and said. The couple nodded Every time a baby boy is born in the pack, I recall the day I gave birth to Carter. I was stunned to see he had the same brown hair and blue eyes as Brutus. His face reminds me of Brutus every day but more than that he reminds me of the pain I went through at that time.

"So what if you're my biological daughter? What feelings do I have toward you? I've raised Rhea for so many years, and she's the real daughter I acknowledge. I don't mind if I can use you to save her." As expected, this was probably the most normal reaction of a mother who loved her daughter. My eyelids quivered as I lowered my head. So it turned out love only went to those who already had it. Meanwhile, I was just trash abandoned by the whole world. Still, even if I was trash, I still wanted to live! I mustered all my strength to shout at the people who were practically my family, "You can't do this! This is illegal!" Mom looked at me. "It's fine. Legally, I'm your birth mother. I will sign

Until one of them turned — an older woman with streaks of white in her braid and eyes the same gold as Kael’s. “Bring her forward,” she said. Kael nodded. I walked up before he could touch me. Again: small rebellions. “You’re Nova Quinn,” the woman said, voice clipped. “Age eighteen. Orphaned at two. Raised in human systems. No recorded shift. No registered wolf lineage.” I crossed my arms. “You skipped the part where I make great coffee and have an undefeated record in engine diagnostics.” She didn’t smile. “This is a Council matter. Not a joke.”

I yanked my arm free with all my strength. “Who do you think you are? What gives you the right to order me around?” He gave a cold snort, arrogance once again blazing through. “I’m the CEO of Conners Corp. I decide what rights I have.” Before I could react, he hoisted me up onto his shoulder and said, “I’ll take you home right now. You won’t say where the baby is? Fine. As long as you’re with me, I know you won’t let him live without his mother.”

"But if you're serious about joining us, I can introduce you to my superior." I smiled and extended my hand to him. "I'll be waiting to hear from you, Mr. Easton." He clasped my hand tightly. "We'll be honored to have you, Ms. Andell." … Since that day, Mason and I grew unexpectedly close. With approval from his organization, he brought me to meet their members. Under his witness, I became one of them. Together, we vowed to defend our homeland, no matter the cost. When my parents found out, they were deeply worried.

The First of the New Today was the "Inauguration of the 13th Generation." Leo, now eleven years old, stood at the center of the quad. He wasn't alone. Surrounding him were fifty other children—the Natural-Born Updates. These were infants who had been in the womb during the Great Reset, their neural pathways forged in the presence of the 13th Update. They didn't need a "Bridge" to talk to the machines; they were the machines, and the machines were them.

For the first time in the history of the Union, a child was being born who had never known the metallic tang of recycled bunker air or the crushing weight of the home world's gravity. Audrey stood outside the heavy brass doors, her hands clasped tightly behind her back. Beside her, Lucas paced—a habit from his days in the Northern trenches. His iron-and-silver arm made a faint whirr-click with every step, a mechanical heartbeat that seemed out of place in this room of biological miracles. "The resonance in the room is shifting," Mara whispered, leaning against the wall with her monitors. "It’s not just a birth, Mother. The Atmosphere-Forge at the pole is reacting to the infant’s first breath

Peggy’s eyes glistened with tears of joy as she wrapped Mia in a warm embrace. "Oh, my dear, you’ve given us more than we ever dreamed," Peggy whispered, her voice trembling with affection. Mia, who had once been an adopted child, had transformed their son’s life, guiding him to become the CEO of the Bryan Empire. Now, she had delivered the family’s future in the form of a beautiful, healthy grandson. Peggy’s heart swelled with pride and love, so much so that she felt as if she might burst from the sheer intensity of her happiness.

My child by Amilee will be lower than dust. All I here is the opening number to Act 2 of Miss Saigon, “They are called Bedou, the dust of life. Conceived in hell and born in strife.” My child will be born the dust of the life. Conceived in deception, born in hell. Amilee may not survive the birth. I will be a single father to a half-breed, their life will be impossible.