Alpha Damien did as he had promised and began the task of calling the parents of Caleb's friends. But it was not as easy as he had thought it would be, each of them was hesitant after all, the prospect of sending their children to a party in the city, hosted by someone they had never met, was understandably daunting.He knew that convincing the parents individually on the phone was a daunting task, had it not been a personal matter, he would have sent one of his assistants to do the job, so he invited the parents to come to his office for a meeting to clarify any concerns they might have.The room slowly filled as parents arrived, and took their seats. Alpha Damien chuckled within him, he only used to have such meetings to address diplomatic matters, security setups, pack events, and business meetings, never had he imagined he would invite parents to talk about a birthday party."Thank you all for coming,” He began. "I know you have concerns about the party in the city, and I want to
Stephanie stood at the doorway, she had been counting down the hours until she could see Caleb again. Their phone conversations over the past two days had been lovely, but nothing compared to the warmth of a physical embrace. The event planner she hired had transformed the venue beautifully, but Stephanie's involvement in the process had been hands-on. She wanted everything to be perfect, not just for Caleb, but for Kayla too.Kayla, however, has been difficult lately. Her tantrums had escalated, and she frequently accused Stephanie of loving Caleb more. "You just care about him because he's a boy and your precious son!" Kayla had shouted during one of their arguments. Stephanie had tried to soothe her, explaining that she loved them both equally, that they were her children, carried in her womb, and born from the same love.But Kayla remained unconvinced. She missed the simpler times when it was just her, her mother, Grandpa Hank, and occasionally Dr. Zita. The return of Caleb had di
When Alpha Damien reached Kayla's door, he paused, and took a deep breath, steadying himself before knocking. It felt like he was going to war and not visiting his 8-year-old daughter "Kayla, it’s Dad. Can I come in?" He saidThere was a long, heavy silence. No response came from the other side. After a moment, he turned the doorknob and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn to block out the afternoon sun. Kayla sat at the edge of her bed, clutching a teddy bear tightly to her chest, her face buried in its fur.Damien approached slowly. "Hey, sweetie," he began, trying to keep his voice gentle and soothing. "Are you okay?"Kayla didn't look up. Her voice was small, barely audible. "What do you want?" she asked."I just wanted to check on you. Everyone's waiting for you downstairs. We miss you."She finally looked up, her eyes red and swollen. "Everyone's waiting for Caleb," she retorted, her voice trembling with anger. "You don’t care about me. You never did. Yo
“Where is the birthday girl?” Dr. Zita said as she walked into the venue. She came in late due to work and most of the guests had already left, and Alpha Damien, along with Caleb and his friends, were making preparations to leave. Stephanie's face lit up upon seeing her old friend, and she quickly moved to greet her."Zita! I'm so glad you could make it," Stephanie exclaimed, embracing the doctor warmly.Dr. Zita returned the hug “So where is he, don't keep me in suspense.”Stephanie brings Caleb closer to her and Dr. Zita’s face broadens into a smile.“My! Caleb, you've grown so much!" She said, "I remember when you were just a tiny baby. Now you're almost as tall as I am!" She chuckled, ruffling his hair.Caleb grinned shyly, looking up at the woman who seemed so familiar yet was a stranger to him. Stephanie placed a hand on Caleb's shoulder and introduced them. "Caleb, this is Dr. Zita. She was there when you and Kayla were born. She helped bring you both into this world and saved
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," she said softly, her eyes full of understanding.But Dr. Zita took a deep breath, lifting her gaze to meet Stephanie's. "No, it's okay," she replied, her voice steady but sad. "Whatever happened between Chris and me was a long time ago. I think I'm finally ready to talk about it."She began to recount the early days of their relationship. "We started dating in high school," she began, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips. "Everyone knew us back then because we were inseparable. We'd go to the cafeteria together, walk to classes together... We even rode to school on Chris's bike. I was terrified at first, but he always reassured me that I was safe with him. I trusted him completely."Stephanie listened intently, nodding along as Dr. Zita spoke. The memories seemed to bring a brief, bittersweet joy to her friend's face. But then, as the story progressed, Dr. Zita's expression darkened, her voice growing quieter."Things started to c
Stephanie reached out and took Dr. Zita's hands, her eyes brimming with tears that she had held back for too long. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "It's not me who should be thanking you, Zita. It's you who deserves all the thanks in the world." She squeezed Zita's hands tightly, as she continued. "You helped bring my children into this world and made sure we all survived when we were poisoned. You found an antidote for Kayla, giving her a chance at a new life, even when I foolishly accused you of trying to harm us. Because of you, I'm here with my children today. The life I live now, the happiness I feel, it's all because of your unconditional love and dedication."Dr. Zita's eyes welled up as she listened to Stephanie's heartfelt words. Their shared history of trials and triumphs was a memory held dearly. They both sobbed quietly, as they hugged each other.After a while, they pulled themselves together. Stephanie gently wiped her eyes and asked, "So, when do you plan to travel
Dr. Zita was already feeling the weariness of her journey; she turned to Alpha Damien with a small, apologetic smile. "Before I see Chris, I'd like to freshen up," she said. "I want to make sure I'm clean, to avoid any risk of contamination."Alpha Damien nodded in agreement, understanding her concern. "Of course," he said, gesturing to one of the maids standing nearby. "Please prepare a room for her."The maid nodded and led the way, but Dr. Zita, familiar with the layout of the mansion, decided to take a brief detour. She made her way to the kitchen, where she found Chef Mark bustling about. He looked up as she entered, his eyes widening in surprise and delight."Zita! Is it really you?" Chef Mark exclaimed, wiping his hands on his apron before pulling her into a warm hug. "It's been so long!"Dr. Zita returned the embrace, smiling. "It's good to see you too, Mark. How have you been?"Chef Mark stepped back, looking her over with joy. "I've been well, though I heard about everything
Dr. Zita's heart pounded as she entered the room where Chris lay, his once vibrant presence now diminished to a still form on the bed. The sight of him, covered in bruises and burn marks, brought a lump to her throat. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but the tears came anyway, quietly streaming down her cheeks. She moved closer, her hands trembling slightly as she took a seat beside him."Chris," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's me, Zita. Everything's going to be okay. You just need to fight a little longer."She gently took his hand in hers, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. Her fingers traced the outline of his, remembering the times they had held hands in the past. "I know we haven't spoken in years," she continued, her voice barely above a whisper. "But I still care about you. I always have. And I need you to get better, to see how much you're loved."As she spoke, she felt a slight pressure against her hand. Startled, she looked down