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Kaia POVAlora with Hector. I donât understand. My eyes canât believe what they are witnessing. Was this a fake photograph, orchestrated by Than thinking I would run back into his arms. Itâs possible, technology nowadays was advanced enough to forge a photograph and I wouldnât put anything past
Hector POV Riley had mind-linked me to say he had walked Kaia back to the alpha house, that she had worked some kind of magic on Rosa today. Itâs not magic, thatâs just Kaia. Sheâs specialâŚand Iâm just understanding how much. Only a Luna would take the time to visit pack members and Than is a blo
Kaia POVMy hands are covering my ears. Every single word that comes out of his mouth is just lie after lie.âKaia, you need to calm down. The babyâŚââThis baby is his. Your enemyâsâŚwhat were you going to do..trade me and the baby in for her?âOh goddess I didnât actually believe he was capable of s
Hector POVShe is ever so light in my arms. âEzra, step on it!â I roar, as she lays in my arms, in my chest passed out. The horror I see when I look down, bloodâŚsheâs very paleâŚnot her usual golden sun-kissed skin colour. I can feel my own alpha aura suffocate the atmosphere in the car. The pres
Hector POV âUnfortunately, she lost too much blood, the baby didnât survive.â âWhat?â âAlpha, IâŚâ âYou donât understand, she canât have lost the babyâŚthis will destroy her.â âWe tried our best but there was nothing we could do. Can I get in touch with anyone, is there anyone she needs to tell?â
Kaia POVItâs my wolfâs whining that brings me out of my unconscious state. Even before I have opened my eyes I can feel her upset, feel her grief. Itâs as if she is curled up in a corner crying into herself. BeepâŚMy eyes flash open to the sound of beeping machines around me. As I take in my sur
Hector POVâAlpha!â I awoke to a headache. To the excruciating feeling that someone had been shouting in my head all night like a loud thumping speaker at a heavy rock concert. âWhattt?â I yell back, the sensation of being disoriented overtaking me. I was groggy, my throat dry as sunlight seeps th
Alora POVThan has always been mine, and I his. Itâs been that way from a young age, from when I first started to play with him, my parents becoming good friends of his. I donât remember the exact first memory but he has always been there, always been with me. He had every right to be jealous, eve