Lila
A sharp sting in the back of my hand pulled me from the haze of unconsciousness. My eyelids fluttered, heavy and sluggish, as I blinked against the sterile light of the hospital room. An IV drip was attached to the back of my hand, and the faint beeping of machines filled the silence.
“She’s awake—call the doctor,” a nurse’s voice cut through the fog.
I turned my head slightly, finding a kind-eyed nurse rushing to my side. She was middle-aged, with a warm smile that somehow managed to put me at ease, even amidst the confusion clawing at my chest.
“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” She asked, gently taking my blood pressure.
I nodded weakly, my throat too dry to form words. She handed me a glass of water, her gaze softening with pity.
“You need to be extra careful now,” She said, her tone firm but caring. “I know life can get hectic, especially for someone your age, but you have to prioritize your health first. In your condition, it’s critical.”
Her words didn’t make sense, but before I could respond, the door opened, and the doctor walked in, his face stern as he reviewed a file handed to him by another nurse.
“As expected…” he muttered.
The weight of his disappointment sent a ripple of unease through me. My pulse quickened as his eyes met mine, his expression softening into a practiced smile.
“Miss,” he began gently, “I understand that many women worry about their weight these days, but skipping meals can be harmful—especially to your baby’s health. Malnutrition affects development during pregnancy, and…”
“Baby?” The word slipped from my lips, my voice barely a whisper.
The room seemed to tilt, and my heart stopped in my chest.
Pregnant?
My hands trembled as realization dawned. I’d missed my period this month, but I’d attributed it to stress, the chaos of my life. Not once had it occurred to me that…
My mind raced back to that night at the club, to the stranger who had left an imprint on my body and soul. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach. “Doctor…” My voice cracked, trembling with fear and hope. “Is my baby okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine,” the doctor reassured me with a small smile. “But you must take better care of yourself. For your sake and the baby’s.”
I exhaled shakily, my emotions a chaotic storm. Relief that the baby was unharmed mingled with dread at the road ahead.
The door opened again, and a man I didn’t recognize stepped into the room. His jaw was tense, his amber eyes scanning the scene as he moved toward the doctor. “Is she okay? Is she out of danger?” He asked, his voice filled with urgency.
The doctor’s smile widened, and he glanced between the stranger and me. “Ah, you must be her husband. Congratulations—you’re going to be a father soon.”
My mouth fell open, but before I could correct him, the man stepped forward, his lips curving into a charming, confident smile. “Thank you, Doctor. I’ll make sure to take care of them both,” he said smoothly, his eyes meeting mine with a tad of relief.
The doctor began rattling off dietary recommendations and prescriptions, speaking as though this man were truly my partner. My thoughts spiraled, returning to the reality I’d been avoiding.
The father of my baby wasn’t this stranger. It was the man from that night—the one whose name I didn’t even know but had dreamed of a lot since the night I spent with him.
How could I have been so reckless? I’d ruined everything. If I hadn’t run from the engagement, my father and Sheldon would’ve forced me to terminate this pregnancy. But now…now I had a choice. I would raise this child alone, far from their toxicity and control.
“Hey,” the stranger’s voice broke through my thoughts, his hand waving casually in front of my face.
I blinked, meeting his curious gaze, my confusion giving way to irritation.
“Care to tell me what’s going on? Why didn’t you correct the doctor when he assumed you’re the father of my baby?” I demanded, my tone light but threaded with annoyance.
His lips twitched into a small smile as he perched himself on the edge of my bed. “Calm down. You need to stay relaxed—for the sake of our baby,” he said jokingly, his voice thick with mock concern.
I shot him a glare so cold it could’ve frozen the air between us. “Don’t joke about this.”
He raised his hands in surrender, his smile faltering. “Fine. I get it. You’re not in the mood for humor. My bad.” His expression sobered, his gaze steady on mine. “I had to lie to the doctor.”
“Why?” My arms crossed over my chest, my face set in an unreadable mask.
“You were accidentally hit by my car,” he admitted, his tone low, as if saying the words aloud might make it worse.
My jaw dropped, and I stared at him in stunned disbelief. “That was your car? You could’ve killed my baby!” I shrieked, my voice rising as a rush of anger bubbled in my chest.
He winced but didn’t back down. “No, I wouldn’t have. Look at you—you don’t have a scratch on you. I pulled the brakes the moment I saw you, but by the time the car stopped, you’d already fainted. I swear, it wasn’t as bad as it sounds,” he explained quickly, his words tumbling over each other. “If I were a bad person, would I have brought you to the hospital? Would I have stayed here to make sure you were okay?”
His words, however maddening, had a thread of truth to them.
“I’m here to make amends,” he added, his tone softer now.
I narrowed my eyes, weighing his sincerity.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a sleek card, holding it out to me. “Look, I know you’re going to raise this baby on your own, and when I brought you here, it was clear you weren’t doing great. I want to help you—whatever you need. Consider it my way of making things right.”
Hesitantly, I took the card, my eyes scanning the embossed name: Julian. Beneath it, the title Manager glinted. He worked for one of the most powerful companies in the country.
The weight of my predicament pressed down on me like an anchor. I couldn’t keep this baby on a waitress’s salary, not while hiding from Sheldon, my father, and their search parties.
“Can you really help me?” My voice wavered, the vulnerability in it foreign even to my own ears. “I need a job—and a way to hide my identity.”
Julian’s lips curved into an easy, reassuring smile. “Consider it done. But…” He cocked an eyebrow, his curiosity apparent. “Mind telling me who you’re running from?”
I stiffened, the question a crack in the fragile trust I was trying to have. “If you want to help me,” I said firmly, “don’t ask me any questions.”
His brows lifted, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. Then, he shrugged, his grin returning. “Fair enough. Deal.”
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LilaThe doctor discharged me shortly after, and Julian insisted on driving me back to my dorm. Considering my baby’s safety, I hesitated for only a moment before agreeing. The air in the car was thick with silence, awkward and heavy, neither of us quite sure how to fill it.When we reached my dorm, the car screeched to a halt, and Julian got out quickly, moving to help me. I hated the weakness I felt as I leaned on him, my body still protesting from the strain I’d put it through over the past month.“This way,” I muttered, leading him toward the stairs.As soon as we stepped inside, a loud moan echoed from the room next door, followed by a round of laughter. I winced, heat rising to my cheeks.Julian raised a brow, his face clouding with concern. “I don’t think you should be staying in a place like this,” he said firmly, his voice laced with disapproval.“I can’t afford anything better,” I replied with a shrug, pressing my lips together to suppress my embarrassment.Once inside my sma
ElliotI slammed the shot glass onto the bar, the tequila burning my throat but doing little to douse the fire inside me. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, snarling, demanding her presence. The absence of her scent—soft, floral, unforgettable—gnawed at him like an open wound.Lila Emerson.Her name was a curse and a prayer all at once, clawing at the edges of my sanity. She’d become a phantom haunting my every thought, her image seared into my mind no matter how hard I tried to erase it. My wolf howled for her, yet I was determined to resist the pull, to prove he was wrong. She wasn’t worthy of my obsession—of our obsession. She was the daughter of a traitor, a cheater. That was all she would ever be.But my patience was wearing thin. Days of searching, tracking, interrogating, and still, nothing. My Beta’s incompetence was grating, and my wolf’s fury grew with each passing moment she remained hidden.“Alpha,” a honeyed, overly sultry voice interrupted my spiraling thoughts.I
LilaFate must have had a cruel sense of humor. The man I had given my virginity to wasn’t just any stranger—he was the son of our enemy. And as if that wasn’t enough of a cosmic joke, I was carrying his pup.The Moon Goddess had to have been in a foul mood when she wrote my destiny because this? This was beyond twisted.Yet, deep within me, a small, treacherous part yearned for him. His presence had stirred something dormant, something primal. The warmth of his gaze, even laced with arrogance, felt like a tether pulling me back to the night we shared.“You,” he said, his tone dripping with confidence. “I want you, he added, the smirk curling on his lips, making my pulse quicken for all the wrong reasons.“How dare you?” I snapped, my voice sharp as I restrained the growl threatening to spill from my chest.Elliot’s smirk deepened, but before he could reply, his phone buzzed. His brows furrowed in irritation as he pulled it out, answering the call without a second thought.“How could h
ElliotA satisfied smile curled her lips as she finished her dessert, the lightest glimmer of contentment gracing her face. My wolf howled inside me, begging to be closer to her—to stop being cold and intimidating. The pull of the mate bond was suffocating, making it nearly impossible to resist the urge to soften toward her.Yet, I couldn’t help but wonder, why wasn’t she feeling the same? She wasn’t powerful enough to mask the effects of the bond since her aura wasn’t that strong.“You’ll do the dishes,” I said, my voice cool and commanding as I turned toward Kai.Kai’s eyes widened in mock horror. “You’re joking, right?”Smirking, I leaned back in my chair. “Cleaning doesn’t require skill. No excuses.”Kai grumbled under his breath but gathered the plates with a sigh, heading toward the kitchen.“I’ll help,” Lila offered, pushing back her chair and standing.The thought of her doing anything with my Beta sent a spike of possessiveness coursing through me. I reached out, grasping her
LilaI wanted to return to town, but Kai insisted it wasn’t safe yet. Trusting him wasn’t exactly my choice, but given the circumstances, it was all I had.Elliot had been gone since the morning, and according to Kai, he’d left early for some pack emergency. I was curious to know what it was, but prying into his private affairs seemed unwise. So, I stayed in my room, trying to distract myself with reruns of my favorite show on TV while mindlessly munching on snacks.The pregnancy had been taking its toll. Without my vitamins and medication, I felt weaker than usual, and the mood swings were brutal. My appetite had grown insatiable, to the point where I shocked even myself—I’d eaten so much, yet my stomach still grumbled for more.Just as I contemplated another snack run, my phone buzzed. Sighing, I dragged myself off the bed and picked it up.“Hello, Lila. Where have you been? I’ve been trying to reach you since last evening.” Julian’s worried voice carried through the line.“My phone
LilaThe car rolled to a smooth stop in front of a sprawling mansion cloaked in the dark majesty of the surrounding forest. Its towering, ornate gates stood as a silent testament to power and tradition. My pulse quickened at the sight. This wasn’t just any house—it was his pack house.Before I could open the door, Elliot’s hand shot out, gripping mine with firm authority. “You’re my date tonight, Lila. Act like it,” he instructed, his tone sharp enough to make my hackles rise.I glared at him, but he was already stepping out of the car and circling around to my side. With a gallant, almost mocking flourish, he opened the door for me. “Trying to be chivalrous now?” I quipped, sliding my hand into his outstretched one. “At least, be a gentleman.”His lips curled into that infuriating smirk I was beginning to recognize too well. “You’re looking breathtakingly gorgeous tonight, honey,” he said, his teal-blue eyes lingering on my body with an intensity that made my skin prickle.“And you’re
ElliotI barely spared a thought for Graham or his insufferable daughter. Gia had always been clingy, making it painfully obvious that she wanted to trap me in her web. She wasn’t the first, and she wouldn’t be the last. Women like her had a strategy—get pregnant, secure a mate, and enjoy the prestige of being Luna. The rules of our pack were clear: no wolf could shirk the responsibility of a pup, males would have to marry the she-wolf if they got her pregnant, and she was very well aware of it since my father used it to get married again after my mother’s death. But Gia had never interested me, not even enough for a fling.She wasn’t Lila, my wolf replied as if I needed some clarity from him why I wasn’t interested in any other she-wolf after that night with Lila. ‘Alpha, your father is furious,’ Kai’s voice rang through the mindlink, his tone laced with concern. ‘He’s already summoned your stepbrother. If you don’t tread carefully, the Alpha title could slip through your fingers.’
LilaThe sharp click of the door closing yanked me back to reality, grounding me in the unbearable truth: I was kissing the man I swore I hated. My palms pushed against his chest, creating the distance I so desperately needed. Elliot stepped back, his gaze hooded and predatory, while his tongue swept lazily across his bottom lip, a deliberate, taunting gesture.I hated him. Hated the way my pulse quickened under his piercing stare, hated the heat pooling low in my belly, hated how his very presence made me feel like I was losing control. It was infuriating, this pull he had over me—an invisible chain I couldn’t seem to break.Reaching for the flute of champagne on the table, I downed it in one breathless gulp, hoping the alcohol would grant me the courage to navigate the chaos brewing between us. The glass clinked loudly against the table as I set it down, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and desperation.“I was just playing along,” I snapped, jabbing a finger in his direction. “
LilaThe meeting at the office had gone better than I expected. With the new plans and policies in place, my company was finally heading in the direction I had always envisioned—a place where equality thrived, where the employees felt valued, and where archaic, discriminatory practices were eradicated. The new investment plans were strategically crafted to revitalize my company, ensuring its steady recovery from the losses my father’s mismanagement had inflicted. Each decision was calculated to not only stabilize the business but also position it for long-term growth, restoring the reputation and strength it once held. As I stepped out of my office, Sheila, my ever-efficient secretary, called out to me. “Lila, wait.” She hurried over, holding a thick file in her hands.“These are old records,” she explained, her voice tinged with unease. “I couldn’t make sense of some of them, but I thought you should take a look. They might be important.”I frowned, sensing her discomfort. “Thank y
Lila“I’ll miss you,” Uncle Liam murmured, pulling me into a warm, comforting embrace.“We’ll be back soon,” Elliot replied smoothly, his hand resting protectively on the small of my back before I could respond.Aunt Julia's eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she clasped my hands in hers. “Call me, sweetheart. Promise me you will.”“Of course,” I reassured her, my voice soft but steady. She was the last connection I had to my mother’s family, and I knew her presence might be key in uncovering the secrets hidden in my mother’s journal.“I’ll visit his pack during the blood moon,” Elliot’s uncle said, glancing at Aunt Julia with a small smile. “If you’d like, you can join me.”My aunt's expression shifted from surprise to unrestrained joy. “I’d love to,” she said, her voice tinged with delight.“Don’t forget to invite us to the wedding,” Aunt Julia teased, her words laced with playful mischief as her gaze shifted between me and Elliot.My cheeks flushed, heat creeping up my neck, but E
ElliotHer lips on mine set my entire body ablaze. I could feel her surrender, her trust, and her desire—everything I craved to earn from her. The waves lapped around us, cool and steady, but nothing could temper the fire she ignited within me.I gripped her waist, holding her steady as she kissed me deeply, her hands threading through my hair and tugging just enough to drive me mad. She tasted like sweetness and temptation, the perfect mix of innocence and wildness that was uniquely her."Lila," I murmured against her lips, my voice thick with need. "If we keep this up, I won't be able to stop."Her emerald eyes met mine, a glimmer of determination in their depths. "Then don't."My wolf growled in approval, but I hesitated. She was carrying our children. Her safety, her comfort—it came before my desires. Always."Lila," I said, my tone softer now, my forehead pressed against hers. "You're everything to me, and I don't want to hurt you. Not physically, not emotionally."Her hands cupp
LilaHis face glowed beneath the sun's setting light, the hues of amber and crimson casting an almost ethereal glow on his features. As we walked hand in hand along the beach, the sand warm beneath our bare feet, I couldn’t help but trace the sharp line of his jaw with my fingertip.Elliot turned toward me, his expression softening as a dimple appeared on his cheek, and I caught my breath. That single dimple was a betrayal of his otherwise unyielding demeanor—a glimpse of vulnerability that made my heart stumble.“Why don’t you smile more often?” I asked, my voice lighter than I felt. “The dimple really suits you.” My finger lingered over the hollow, as though committing it to memory, before I pressed it gently like a button.His chuckle was low and unrestrained, the sound vibrating through me. “I smile when there’s something worth smiling about,” he said, the warmth in his voice making my pulse quicken.“And what’s the reason now?” I prodded, raising a brow.He leaned in slightly, hi
ElliotUncle Liam had asked me why I had come without her but I had shut ignored him and came back to my room. I was seething in rage, I was hurt by the way she had responded, I knew what I did was wrong but the way she had shut me out and didn't even give me a chance to hear me out was what hurt me more. I laced around my room restlessly, not able to stay away from her and the distance was gnawing at my insides. The room was heavy with her plum and jasmine scent which perturbed me more, I needed to calm distract myself so I got out of cabin and drove to the woods where I might get some peace but when I reached my car, I saw Mark opening the door of his car for my mate and I clenched my jaw, hating the fact that he was with her while I was away from her.Julia ushered Lila towards me, smiling down at me genuinely. “I see you're going out,” Julia said warmly as Lila looked at me silently with a confused face. I looked away from her and nodded my head. “Take your mate with you,” Juli
LilaThe surge of emotions through the mate bond as I woke was overwhelming—powerful, magnetic, and utterly suffocating. My hand instinctively went to my neck, fingers grazing the tender mark that now connected us irrevocably.Elliot had marked me.While I’d been unconscious, he had taken away my choice, sealing our bond without my consent. Fury ignited in my chest, eclipsing every other emotion, every other thought.My wolf stirred within me, her presence stronger, more vivid than ever before. Elliot’s mark had strengthened her, tethering us to him in a way that I couldn’t deny. But I couldn’t let the sparks, the intoxicating pull of the mate bond, blind me. Not after learning the truth about my mother’s life—how she had allowed love to trap her, to chain her.“I’m sorry, Lila,” Elliot’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts, laced with a raw sincerity that might have softened me at another time. “I didn’t have a choice. Your aunt told me it was the only way to wake you up.”Hurt
Elliot “She’ll be fine,” Uncle Liam said, breaking the tense silence. His tone was firm, but his eyes betrayed him—darkened with concern.“She better be,” I growled, my voice raw. “Because if she isn’t…I'm going to kill that Beta of yours.” My hands clenched the wheel even tighter, my words trailing off into a dangerous promise.Mark’s house came into view, a sprawling estate tucked behind wrought-iron gates. I didn’t wait for them to fully open, driving through the narrow gap the moment it was wide enough. The tires screeched as I brought the car to an abrupt stop.The front door flew open before I even reached it, Mark standing there with a grim expression.“She’s upstairs,” he said, his voice steady but tinged with worry. “She fainted suddenly in my Mom's room. Serena’s with her now.”I pushed past him without a word, taking the stairs two at a time. My heart thundered in my chest, each step bringing me closer to the room where Lila was.When I finally entered, I saw her lying pal
Elliot“Tell me what you need from me,” I asked, leaning against the wall of his office, my arms crossed.Uncle Liam looked up from his laptop, removed his glasses, and sighed heavily. The weight of his exhale told me whatever he was about to say wouldn’t sit well.“Take a look,” he said, turning the screen toward me.I moved to the empty chair in front of his desk and began reading. My jaw tightened as my eyes scanned the document. The history of his pack stared back at me—a history deeply rooted in my mother’s bloodline. Her ancestors had fought tooth and nail to preserve it through countless wars.“Why are you giving it to Mark, then?” I asked, my voice cold, carefully masking the unease bubbling inside me.“I don’t have children,” he replied with a dismissive shrug. “And you clearly don’t want it. I won’t force this pack onto you. You already have your pack, your mate’s pack soon, and let’s not forget—you're going to be the Alpha King. Your responsibilities are only going to multip
LilaThe afternoon sun filtered through the windows of Aunt Julia’s room, casting soft patterns on the walls as we sat in a tense silence. My thoughts were a chaotic swirl, her revelations still echoing in my mind as we had tea. I had come here to connect with my mother’s roots, but instead, I found myself questioning everything I thought I knew about my family.“Lila,” Julia began gently, her hand resting on mine, “I know this is a lot to take in. Your mother loved you more than anything in this world. Her decisions—everything she endured—it was all for you. But that doesn’t mean the truth should be hidden from you.”I nodded slowly, trying to steady my breathing. “I need to know everything, Aunt Julia. I can’t live with half-truths anymore. If my father lied about this, what else did he lie about?”Julia’s gaze softened with empathy, and she leaned back, her expression thoughtful. “Your father… Andrew was a complex man, Lila. He was ambitious, driven, and deeply insecure. He loved no