Two Months Later... RHEA’S POV “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” Roxy’s voice rang out like a siren as she burst into the living room. I ignored her, focusing instead on setting the last plate on the table for dinner. It was a small victory that she’d come home just in time. The last thing I needed was for
“Oh, come on,” Mom pressed. “This is a celebration. Be happy for your sister!” “I am happy,” I said, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “I just don’t want to drink.” “At least pour yourself a glass so we can toast properly,” she insisted. Reluctantly, I nodded, pouring the champagne into my
MILES’ POV “Thank you, Alpha Greenwich. We’ll take that into consideration for the next inter-pack games,” I said into the phone, doing my best to sound polite. My patience for these calls was wearing thin. Evans strolled into my office; a stack of files balanced precariously in his arms. He
“I can’t lose him now, Miles,” she sobbed, clutching my shirt. “He’s still too young to leave me alone.” My throat tightened, guilt pressing down on me like a weight I couldn’t escape. “I’m sorry, Mom,” I muttered, knowing there was nothing else I could say. It felt like the universe had a personal
Two Years Later... RHEA’S POV I hummed softly as Rose helped me set the dining table. Today marked two years of marriage with Miles, and I couldn’t help but feel like a newlywed all over again. The butterflies in my stomach, the care I put into his favorite meal—it was as if we had just exchan
Before I could respond, there was a click. My stomach twisted as I stared at the phone screen in disbelief. “Miles? Miles!” I called out, but it was useless. He had hung up. Again. I inhaled deeply, trying to keep my composure, but my chest burned with frustration. This wasn’t new. This was our rou
RHEA’S POV I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles turning white as I dialed my mother’s number. My hands shook as I balanced anger, betrayal, and heartbreak. The phone rang twice before her familiar voice floated through the speaker. “Oh, Rhea, dear. Happy anniversary—” "I don’t nee
Roxy rose from her seat. "Rhea, this is not what you think," she said innocently. "We’re just catching up." I laughed bitterly. "Catching up? Is that what they’re calling it these days?" Miles stepped closer; his face tight with frustration. "This isn’t what it looks like." I tilted my head, my t
“I mean he will come back,” I said with a shrug, though my voice lacked conviction. “But Pa, Ma… I didn’t just come to tell you about the baby. I’ve also come to tell you that we’re getting a divorce. I’ve already left the mansion.” They both stared at me, their eyes wide with shock. I could see th
RHEA’S POV “Look who we have here,” Luna Lisa exclaimed, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me. She rose gracefully from her seat and enveloped me in a warm hug. Despite my inner turmoil, I managed to plaster a smile on my face as she pulled me into her embrace. “How are you, dear?” she
Rose shook her head and sat down beside me, wrapping me in a warm, motherly embrace. She was like a mother to me. She used to be Luna Lisa’s right-hand woman, but Luna Lisa, trusting her enough, handed her over to me to take care of me and Miles. “No, Luna. You did nothing wrong. The only mistake
RHEA’S POV I lay flat on my back on the hospital bed, staring blankly at the stark white ceiling. The room was quiet except for the occasional hum of machines, but inside me, it was very chaotic. I had cried until there were no tears left, and now all that remained was a hollow, aching emptiness.
“Alpha,” she said, her voice light with just a hint of hesitation. “What a coincidence.” “Roxy,” I said evenly, glancing at Rico, who gave her a curt nod of acknowledgment. “What are you doing here?” She offered a polite smile. “Oh, I’m staying here. I was just heading back to my room.” I blinked
MILES’ POV The deal had been a success. Another financial milestone secured, another round of applause from the boardroom filled with sharp suits and fat wallets. It was almost six in the evening, and I should’ve been celebrating, or at least feeling satisfied. Instead, I was sitting in my hote
My breath hitched. “Address this situation?” What did that even mean? “I’ll speak to Dr. Shawn,” he added, his tone clipped. “She will take care of you and the pregnancy.” I looked at him in bewilderment, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out the sound of his words for a moment. But when the
RHEA’S POV “I’m sure you’re satisfied standing there with that test result in your hands,” Miles said sharply the moment we stepped into his suite. His voice was cold, and he paced frantically. “And, of course, according to you, pregnant with what I presume you’re going to claim is my child.”
Despite myself, I couldn’t help but smile faintly. “Thank you, Evans,” I said quietly. Without further protest, I slipped into the passenger seat as he held the door open for me. He shut the door gently before rounding the hood and sliding into the driver’s seat. * As we pulled into the hotel par