Camilla Hearing about Vespa's failed IVF attempt hit me hard, like I was feeling her pain firsthand. When Kai summoned me to come comfort her, I witnessed a brief, intense moment of raw grief on her face. Her eyes were empty, her usual spark was gone, and she was silent."I had hoped it would work," she said with a strained voice. I reached out to hug her, desiring to wipe her tears away."I'm so sorry, and I'm here for you." I whispered words of comfort, offering her hand a reassuring squeeze.Vespa pulled away and grabbed a box of tissues to wipe her tears. My heart went out to her; she'd been through so much, and now this.I felt consumed by guilt, knowing I had a baby on the way while Vespa was fighting to get pregnant. It just didn't feel right. I wish I had the power to conjure up a tiny human for her; I really would have.All she needed was support. Luckily for her, Kai loved her more than anything. As time passed, Vespa started to regain her footing. Although the emptiness an
VespaWhat is joy? Joy is when something you've wished for, after giving up hope, finally arrives. I've never felt such elation in my life. It felt like a dream, a surreal moment that would soon fade away.I held the pregnancy test in my trembling hands, staring at the tiny screen as the plus sign emerged. I blinked repeatedly, rubbed my eyes, and looked again, wondering if it was real. I kept gazing at the two pink lines until my vision became blurry and tears of joy streamed down my face.Me, pregnant?My heart raced like a jackhammer, pounding in my chest as if it would burst through my ribcage. I felt lightheaded, like the room was spinning, and my vision began to blur. Slowly, I lowered myself down onto the cold toilet seat when my legs began trembling like leaves and threatening to give way beneath me. I lifted my shirt to wipe away the beads of sweat that had formed on my forehead as I tried to process the news. Yet, even as I stared at the proof in my hand, I still struggled
VespaThree months laterVespaI gazed at the mirror and smiled at the little miracle growing within. My stomach was still flat, but I couldn't wait to rock my baby bump and prove to the world that I was going to be a mom after almost giving up hope and a failed IVF attempt that left us heartbroken. Every flutter and twitch was a reminder that our dreams were finally coming true. Kai was happy and savored every moment of this pregnancy. My exhaustion and mood swings never offended him. He'd been my rock throughout this journey, holding my hand through every up and down.Without even waiting for the gender reveal, Kai had decorated the nursery, and despite his busy schedule, he was binge-reading parenting books and soaking up every moment of this journey.Every damn struggle was worth it.Earlier, I woke up craving pancakes. But the problem was that Kai never made it my style. I loved my pancakes to have a certain texture: crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside. He was a big fa
Vespa I stood in the nursery, surrounded by the pastel blues and pinks that had once filled me with such joy. Now, they only seemed to remind me of what I had lost. It has been three weeks since the miscarriage, and every day feels like a battle.My grief was a silent one because my husband worried that I was losing myself. I didn't want him to get uneasy around me, but there was only a little that one could do.My eyes wandered to the crib, the tiny clothes, and the toys I so carefully selected. I picked up a small onesie and traced the delicate fabric with my fingers.Lost in thought, I wondered what my baby would have looked like and what their tiny hands and feet would have felt like. Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as the what-ifs swirled in my mind.I folded the onesie neatly and placed it back in the drawer. The thought of surrogacy brought some light to my step.Surely, hiring another womb wouldn't erase the pain of my loss, but it offered some hope in the darkness.
VespaMy husband and I had been visiting the hospital for what felt like an eternity. Finding a surrogate wasn't as easy as I thought, especially because I was human and we were transparent with this information.I struggled to keep my frustration in check when things didn't go as planned. Kai, on the other hand, was unfazed. If it were up to him, we'd never even consider having children.To appease me, he got me another cat, with the assurance that it wouldn't be a repeat of Snowy's supernatural surprises. After discovering my connection to witches and Snowy's intervention, I'd become cautious around cats. Still, Kai convinced me that this Siamese cat was just a normal feline—sleek, slender, and playful—with a short, fine coat and a knack for getting attention. I named it Anna, adored its mischievous ways, and showered it with love, treating it like a precious baby.Dr. Patel guided us through the surrogacy process. We conducted psychological evaluations and reviewed our medical hist
VespaI bustled around the guest room, excited as a kid on Christmas morning. I was preparing this space for Bella, my surrogate, and I vacuumed the floor, getting into corners and crevices and giving every surface a good wipe-down.The old sheets were replaced with fresh, crisp ones, and I smoothed out the comforter and plumped up the pillows. I stepped back to survey my handiwork and was satisfied while also making sure there were fresh towels in the bathroom and that the closet was stocked with hangers and extra blankets. I even left a little welcome note on the bedside table, just to make her feel special. “Babe, I still don't think that this is a good idea to have the surrogate living with us,” Kai said. He leaned by the door and folded his arms. "We're already paying her for her services; isn't that enough?"I stopped cleaning and let out a frustrated sigh. “We've talked about this, Kai. I want to be involved in every step of this process. I want to know when she's pregnant and
VespaAlone and surrounded by silence so deep it seemed like nothing could break through, a soft sigh escaped my lips. I gazed down at the box in my hands, filled with fertility treatment drugs like Clomid, Gonal-F, and Luveris, as well as unused syringes and needles.The torturous months of waiting and hoping were over. Memories of how I'd administer medication to myself religiously, the medication schedules I had to follow, the disappointment of failed cycles, and the heartache of negative pregnancy tests filled my head. I hurled the box to the ground, watching as the contents spilled out across the grass. Then I snatched up a nearby stick and began to smash the equipment, shattering the vials and bending the needles. It felt like a release as I destroyed each item, one by one. I ripped open the packaging and poured the pills into the grass, grinding them beneath my feet.Freedom washed over me. I was done with that chapter of my life. I didn't need any of it anymore. I had been o
VespaPangs of guilt hit me, and I felt like I had committed a grave offense. My rejection had left a lasting impact on Zeke, one that he couldn't shake even years later. Did I end up damaging him in some way? Had I broken a part of him that he couldn't repair? Thinking about it, I wondered if I had made a mistake by rejecting him.Zeke was fragile, unlike Ziah, who was happily building a life with Camilla and their son. He had moved on, found love again, and was thriving. But Zeke, on the other hand, seemed stuck. He was still hurting and holding onto the past. I felt like the devil for ruining his chance at happiness and was now watching him suffer the consequences. I couldn't even meet his gaze, afraid of what I might see there—anger, resentment, or a worse emotion. Struggling to breathe, I took in several gulps of air. Even though I was now with Kai, I cared a lot about Zeke. I wanted him to find fulfillment, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I had made a mistake. The dining
Chapter FiftyAthenaFour months had passed, and the academy graduation day had finally arrived. It was a bright and beautiful morning, and students, parents, and teachers gathered to celebrate this milestone. My dad and mom were there with my sister. Uncle Zika and their wives were also present. I stood in front of the mirror, adjusting my dress. I had settled for a simple blue gown that had a long slit. Mia helped me with my hair and makeup, ensuring perfect detail. Oh, and did I mention that Cameron was still alive, and Mia was engaged to her boyfriend Sean? She wore an off-the-shoulder dress to flaunt her mark with pride. I tried not to look at it because I always became jealous whenever I did. Mom and Dad beamed with pride, taking photos of me and Caleb. Cameron's dad, King Marcos, had also arrived, and when I curtsied respectfully, he smiled warmly at me and hugged me. His mom still had not been found, and some people speculated that she might have killed herself. Cameron ofte
AthenaSex with Cameron was beautiful. I never knew it could get so addicting, and I always thought the act was overhyped until I experienced it. The more the weeks passed, the more I couldn’t get enough of him. He had complained about condoms, saying that it wasn’t like the real thing, but I would always scream at him to stop being stupid and that I wouldn’t be responsible for his death. We kept the news from our parents. Cameron’s mom had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. Cameron pretended to be calm the time we bumped into King Thor, but when he was closing off, he landed a punch on the king's jaw that I heard crack. He got a few bruises from the king’s bodyguards, but I was proud of him. The bastard deserved to be manhandled.Despite everything, I needed validation that I was doing the right thing. I couldn’t tell my mom because she would tell my dad, so the only person I could confide in was my grandmother. One of the weekends, I took a train to her house, which was close
Cameron's POVI'd never been on the verge of tears in years. It was taboo for boys to show emotion. Lately, life has been unfair to me, and realizing that nothing could ever be okay again has made me feel like a failure. I had always thought my life was great and better than most. Now, it was clear that that was just a delusion. The fact that my parents were on the brink of divorce because my mom fucked that bastard, Thor, made my blood boil.This roller coaster left my body drained. I didn't care how stupid I looked in tears; the feelings overwhelmed me. When the first wave of grief subsided, I finally looked at Athena, who was also in tears. She cupped my chin and kissed my forehead. “Why? Athena. Why does it have to be me? First, it's our bond and the pain of knowing you and I can never be together. Now, this?”“I'm sorry,” her mouth trembled as tears streamed down her face. “It isn't right. I wish I could fix it.”She wrapped her arms around me tightly, and I held her back whil
AthenaA crease appeared on Cameron's forehead, and he looked pinched and unhappy from my rejection. I moved my hand frequently, trying to distract myself, and thought he would understand as usual, but he seemed too defensive."It's just a dance, Athena. Even strangers dance. Things aren't that bad; please don't push it," I said, remaining calm. Cameron grinned at me, and I didn't understand why he was so stubborn."Fine then, I'm not going to ruin the fun. I hope you wouldn't mind if I danced with another girl.""Break a leg."He looked like I had just slapped him in the face, surprised by my response, but I needed to protect him from myself, even if it hurt. He turned around and left, and soon, he was dancing with a popular girl from school. Watching them felt too painful. I skipped to the kitchen and poured myself a glass of juice to distract myself.I noticed someone at the door and thought it was Cameron, but it was my cousin Alex. He smiled a little too broadly, and there was an
AthenaI bit the inside of my cheek, feeling trapped and unsure of my options to return to school. It was easy to second-guess myself because teenagers and young adults my age were mean, and no matter how I pretended that words didn’t get to me, I knew that wasn’t true. Stepping off the plane, I hoped I had made the right decision. I flagged a taxi from the airport parking lot, wondered why they were so expensive and hiked their prices compared to regular taxis, but I had no choice because Mom had gotten me a truckload of edibles and even more for Caleb. The driver dropped me off at the school gates, and I didn’t know if it was the hopeful expectation that there was going to be a strange twist between Cameron and me or the fear that things could get worse and that I was shooting myself in the foot. My heart pounded as I dragged my suitcase behind me. I stopped when I spotted Cameron standing and smiling at me at the gate; my heart melted.Our love brought us back to each other in wa
Cameron My gaze never left Athena. She was too startled by my bold declaration, and even though I was more uncertain than ever about what I was doing, and my dad was caught off guard by my words, I couldn’t help it. A part of me knew I was digging my grave, and I liked life too much to lose it. But at the same time, seeing Athena roused my deep affection and attachment for her. It wasn’t just about lust; there was more to my feelings. I wanted to move closer, to touch her. My pulse raced, and I felt a hyper-awareness of being close to her. Only she could cause me this mental fuzziness and the feeling of possessing her and keeping her safe.Her father looked confused. I heard his quick intake of breath. Athena stood tongue-tied, and shock flew through her mother’s eyes. I could tell my father was irritated.“What is wrong with you?” he whispered harshly, but I was too far gone. Athena looked different, skinnier than when I last saw her. She looked like someone who had been through a
Athena The next day dragged on without much happening. Everyone soon returned to their lives, with Dad busy with alpha duties and Mom busy with work and the home front. I knew this was how it would be—that everyone would forget my predicament or soon see me as a sore loser who couldn’t overcome the fact that Cameron and I could never be together. But I was wrong. My mom had invited my grandma to come over, which was a real surprise, as my grandma was a pure witch, and it was risky for her to be in our pack. Having her over made me feel a certain type of way. I had inherited her bloodline, and with it came a legacy of pain and heartache. I didn’t know if I wanted to see her.I drifted to sleep but could hear my grandma’s voice in my dreams. When I woke up, I realized she was indeed downstairs. My parents and sister were welcoming her warmly. I remained in bed; a part of me wanted to rush downstairs and fling myself into her arms. Instead, I made my way to the window and peered down
AthenaThe next few days were a blur of sorrow and nothingness. I struggled to remain alive and succumbed to the sadness that consumed me. I hated myself. I wished my life was over. There was nothing positive to look out for in this bleakness. My parents were concerned, but I chose isolation, finding people's words and concerns irritating. My eyes were swollen from crying, and my bed was bearing the brunt of this depression. I didn't leave it; if the poor bed could speak, it would be screaming n. I knew I would be expelled from school; that was a no-brainer. My dad and mom tried to reach out to me. Even my uncles, Zeke and Ziah, came over with their wives, but I didn't want to see anyone.Caleb had sacrificed to travel back with me, but he shouldn't have bothered because his presence didn't lift my spirits. The whole family was angry with Alex for exposing my secret, but I knew it was for the best. Cameron would be free now, and it was useless holding him back. I heard my mom knoc
CameronIf anyone had ever told me that this revelation would break the bond I shared with Athena, I would have never believed them because Athena seemed like everything good in my world, all in one package. I devoted myself to her and desired to share everything with her—my body, mind, and soul. I gave my heart to her to treasure with trust. We matched perfectly and had never fallen in love so quickly or completely.A wedding seemed the next logical step. I thought I would feel happy with her and that even if we encountered issues, they would be minor things with solutions.But now, my heart was shattered beyond repair. I was furious, I was afraid, and the thought of bonding with Athena leading to my death frightened me beyond measure. The hurt was raw, and the terror came gasping up my throat in a cold, panting fear. Ever since that night at the ballroom, surrounded by the elite who gathered to watch the commotion occur, my life went downhill. That night, a hush fell over the cr