I relent and walk to the door, but my mother comes inside at the same time, almost bumping into me."Mom," I say, trying to grab her hand to stop her, but she moves it away from my grasp and walks to my father’s side, who gives me one last warning look, so I have to get out and walk to the waiting room again.I don't love the way they're treating me right now, but of course, I understand. They think I did it on purpose and they're angry at me. I have a temper, I have hurt her in the past, it's only logical to think I did this shit on purpose, too. But I didn't.It's fine, but the least they could do is hear me out once their anger has subsided so I can explain how, even though I was extremely stupid for doing something that reckless... I did not do it with the intention of hurting her.They have to believe me. They know me. They raised me. I've always been a reckless idiot, but I'm not... I wouldn't hurt a girl like that. I mean, I slapped Anya that one time and I've been rough on h
The days go by in a quick blur. I haven't talked to my mom yet, but my dad gives me a little bit of info about Anya sometimes. Like for example today, a week after the accident. He just called to tell me she was discharged from the hospital this morning. Apparently, she will be living with her aunt and uncle for the meantime. I don't know what she's planning on doing after that, though. I told my dad she could keep the house if she wanted to, but she doesn't. She doesn't even want any of the stuff she left there. All I did a couple of days ago was bring her purse with her phone and a suitcase with some clothes. As for me, I've been stepping into my Alpha position. I haven't talked about what happened to anyone except Frankie, my lawyer, when he repeated that I’m not allowed to initiate contact with Anya. Even Rogan doesn't know the truth, I told him the same lie I've telling everyone else: I drove drunk, we hit something, she was hurt. Other than that, I haven't done much. I don
{ Anya }The day of my graduation comes and I'm extremely pregnant and miserable during the ceremony because I can feel a lot of curious eyes on me. This is the first 'public' appearance I've made in months, ever since the Alpha Presentation. Other than going to school, I don't go out at all. And even in school, I try my hardest to go unnoticed because I hate all the fucking questions. I hate the way people look at me. But I hate when they call me Luna Anya the most. They heard about our ‘separation’ but they don’t give a shit, they still view me as their Luna.When the principal calls my name, I get up and walk to the stage to grab my diploma, slowly but surely. Everyone cheers for me and I wave at them with a genuine smile for once because I feel a weight lifting off my shoulders. I'm done with school. Finally. These past few months have been borderline unbearable in every single way possible. Thank god that’s over now.Once the ceremony ends, I get up quickly from my seat before
February 14. My son decided he’s going to be a lover boy, so he's born on valentine's day. It’s not like I had something planned for that annoying day, so it works for me. It’s a lovely birthday, too. However, he’s way too enormous for my lady canal, so the doctors decided to give me an emergency c-section. The good thing about that was that I didn't suffer through the birth. I just suffered half an hour of pain before my uncle took me to the hospital and they made me go to sleep.Next thing I know, I have a big baby boy in my arms.I laugh in a drowsy way when I finally look at him. Somehow, he looks exactly how I pictured him in my mind. Huge, pale and chubby with very dark hair on his head. Super dark red hair, almost black, just like… his dad. To be honest, the only good thing about Jae are his looks, so I guess it’s not the end of the world if my son looks like him. "I love you," That's the first thing I say to him. In response, he starts crying and the nurse tells me I can b
{ Jae }My parents come out of the room and my mom has a lump on her arms. I'm still trying to catch my breath after running through the pack to get here because my car decided to die on me at the worst possible moment... maybe because I tried to cross the river with it yesterday. But in my defense, I was drunk.My mom walks until she's in front of me, looking at my face directly for the first time in months because she can hold a grudge like no other... well, there is someone else who's holding even more of a grudge, actually. Anya. "Be careful," my mom snaps at me before I even do anything, "I'll put him in your arms.""I've held babies before," I mumble. I would dare to be more snappy normally, but I'm too scared at the moment, "Just let go of him."She finally does, leaving the baby in my arms. I can't even see his face, so I hold him in one arm and move the blanket away from his face with my free hand so I can get a good look. Not that I had any kind of doubt, but this kid i
{ Anya }When I get the piece of paper with the names Jae wrote, I fold it and put it in my purse so I can read it I later because if I do it right now, I'll probably just get angry because... god, I really fucking hate him. Right now even more than usual. My resentment is at an all time high. I hate that he ruined everything we were building. I hate that he made my tender heart turn to stone and now I’ll never love anyone again. I hate that he robbed me of having a normal pregnancy and a normal birth. He should have been with me these past five months. He should be here right now.Of course, I know I'm the one preventing him of doing so, but it’s because HE almost fucking kills me and HE ruined my eye, so he can fuck off. He can choke on a dick for all I care, I never want to see his stupid face again. Okay, fine. I'm back to pretending I don't think about him anymore. "I'm obsessed with him," I murmur while I'm eating a sandwich like a starving animal, with my son still on my a
{ Jae }A couple of days after my son is born, I get a text from my mom with a bunch of pictures of him wearing a stupid yellow hat with a daisy in it. "His name is Tate Amari Kyung," my mom says. I nod as I read it a couple of times, I guess I like that name. I fucking hate the hat, though, it looks super dumb, "We'll go see him tomorrow, you can drive by Anya's house and we'll take him out to you.""Sure, just let me know the time," I text back, rolling my eyes at this ridiculous fucking situation. I shouldn't be treated like this. Anya should let everyone know I didn't really mean to hurt her. She has a right to be mad at me, of course, but this... me having to act like a rat in hiding because she refuses to let me close to her, is insane. "How is Anya doing, Alpha Jae?" Olivia asks all of a sudden, making me look up from my phone, "I thought she would be here.""Right, uhm," I pocket my phone looking at Philip's dumb looking wife. I was annoyed at first when I saw he brought
My mom walks out of the house carrying Tate when I pull up in the address she gave me, so I get out of the car and I walk to them, extending my arms to grab my son. Today he's wearing a blue onesie that says “momma's boy” in it and it makes me smile. Anya is such a corny girl."Hey, man," I say, lowering my nose to his dark hair so I can scent him. He makes a baby sound when I do that and opens his eyes to look at me. His eyes look light, unlike mine. Maybe he inherited his mom's grey eyes. "How have you been, son?" my mom asks as I’m looking at my son’s face, reminding me of her existence. I briefly lift my eyes to her and I have to stop my smile from appearing when I see her eyes studying my face and I realize she's ready to forgive me now. But I'm not a kid anymore, she can't just freeze me out for months whenever she's mad at me and then slowly start talking to me again until things return to normal."Good," I say with a shrug and return my attention to Tate without even trying