As Anna stood alone in the dimly lit hallway, the echo of Xavier's departing footsteps reverberated in the silence. Her mind was a tumultuous whirlwind of emotions, a storm of uncertainty brewing within her. Alpha Xavier's doubts and suspicions hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow over their fragile relationship. She thought of how different he seemed since Della had departed the pack. She had believed that once Della was out of the way, her life of becoming Luna would be easier. She was carrying the heir, after all. Anna’s hand instinctively went to her swollen belly, a tender reminder of the life growing within her. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Anna pushed herself away from the wall and returned to her quarters. The solitude of her room offered a temporary respite from the chaos of the pack, allowing her a moment of thinking to collect her thoughts.As she settled onto the edge of her bed, the evening events played out in her mind like a wild symphony. The confrontat
As Della pulled away from the kiss, a rush of guilt and confusion washed over her. She had let her emotions get the best of her, giving in to the moment without thinking about the consequences. "Michael, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have let that happen," Della whispered, her voice tinged with regret and self-reproach. Michael, too, felt a mix of emotions swirling within him - a combination of longing, confusion, and a deep sense of caring for Della. He reached out to her, his expression gentle and understanding. "Della, I wanted that kiss from the moment I first saw you. There's something about you that drew me in, that made me want to be there for you, to protect you," Michael confessed, his voice filled with vulnerability and honesty. "I can't let you leave without knowing this, without knowing that I care about you more than words can express. I know we haven't known each other long, but there's a connection between us that I can't ignore." Della's heart swelled with
As the morning sun peeked through the curtains, Anna's eyes fluttered open, her mind immediately racing to the events of the previous night. Determination drove her as she quickly got out of bed, a sense of urgency propelling her forward. She needed to find Xavier and address the rift between them. Anna quickly dressed and made her way through the pack house, her steps purposeful as she sought out Xavier. The familiar sights and sounds of the waking pack surrounded her, but her focus remained solely on finding the Alpha. Anna's heart sank as she noticed the space where Xavier's bed should have been. A sinking feeling settled in her stomach as she realised he had already left for his morning run. His bed remained neatly made, untouched, a stark reminder of his absence. Anger and frustration flared within her, mixed emotions swirling as she clenched her fists. How could he leave without even a word? Did he not care enough to face the issues between them? Doubt crept in, whisperi
“Della, please! The pack is a mess without you. I don't even believe that Anna is carrying Xavier's child.” Martha was determined to get Della to see sense and return with her. She believed that bringing Della back would bring Anna down a few pegs, and Xavier would realise how stupid he had been to choose his omega mistress over the faithful Luna. Martha did not trust Anna, and she couldn't stand her. Della looked at her friend sadly and shook her head. “I can never forgive him for what he did to me, Martha. Anna is welcome to him, and he is welcome to her. I don't care about the Luna position. I'm sorry the pack is not coping, but I don't want to go back to someone who disrespected me like that. I loved him with all my heart and soul, but he destroyed that with his actions. Do you think I would return to a life like that?” she clenched her jaw as she spoke. Martha swallowed and shook her head. Lowering her gaze, she sighed and hugged her friend. “Della, I'm so sorry for everything h
Xavier could not understand why Anna was so pushy for the Luna title. Wasn't him leaving Della and risking everything good enough for her? He had never meant for things to go so far. The pressure he had been under to produce an heir for the pack was overwhelming, and he hadn't meant to end up feeling how he did. Anna was supposed to be an omega, but she was so sexy, and the way she undressed in front of him that first day he had slept with her in his office, he couldn't stop himself. He loved Della but the fact she hadn't produced a child for him caused him to panic and Anna had been a distraction. But now, as he looked into her fiery eyes demanding the Luna title, he couldn't help but feel trapped. He had made a big mistake, and now he didn't know how to undo it. Anna continued to push him, her voice intense and demanding. "You promised me the Luna title, Xavier. You promised me a future with power and respect. I won't settle for anything less." Xavier sighed, feeling the we
Ethan watched from a distance as Xavier and Anna argued. He couldn't help but feel sick to the pit of his stomach that Anna was even with Xavier, the alpha. He wished Anna wanted him instead; he knew that he could make her happy and be great to her. He didn't think that Xavier respected her at all. Now she was pregnant with his child, Ethan knew he had no chance of getting Anna for himself. Della should have never left, although he could not blame her since seeing Anna with Xavier was also painful for him. He was just a patrol officer, nobody important or special. But as he watched the argument escalate, his protective instincts kicked in. He couldn't stand by and watch Anna be treated poorly, especially now that she was carrying a child. Without thinking, he approached them and stood between them, facing Xavier bravely. "What do you think you're doing, Ethan?" Xavier growled, his alpha instincts kicking in. "Alpha Xavier, I'm sorry, but I can't let you harm Anna. I am m
Micheal sighed heavily and turned to his grandmother, who blinked a few times before making a fresh teapot. Bustling over to the cafe door, she stood by it momentarily before turning back to her grandson and shaking her head. “What is it?” Micheal eyed her curiously. “Micheal, you should have gone with her. She's not safe out there,” she told him. He rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. Slowly, he walked over to the counter and poured himself a cup of tea, trying to distract himself from the nagging feeling that he was making a mistake. His grandmother followed him, her eyes fixed on him with a concerned expression. "What's going on out there, Micheal? You know you're not telling me everything," she said, her voice firm but gentle. Micheal sipped his tea, feeling the warm liquid spread through his chest. He knew he couldn't lie to his grandmother, but he didn't want to tell her the truth. He had promised himself he would never get involved in th
“She is not as far away as you think.” Martha's words hung in the air, heavy with weight. Xavier's eyes narrowed, his grip on his jacket tightening. "What do you mean, Martha? You know where Della is?" Martha nodded, “She's been living in a small town at a cafe where she was working." Xavier's face darkened, his anger simmering just below the surface. "And what's she doing there?" Martha's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's pregnant, Xavier." The air seemed to vibrate with the weight of Martha's words. Xavier's expression didn't change. "Pregnant?" Xavier repeated, his voice low and deadly. Martha nodded again. "Yes, Alpha. She's carrying your child." Xavier's eyes locked onto Martha, his gaze burning with intensity. "How did you know?" he growled. Martha swallowed hard. "I have my ways, Alpha. But I think you should know that Della is... happy. She's found a new home, one that loves and accepts her for who she is." Xavier's face twisted in a mixt
The voice cut through the charged atmosphere like a knife, drawing all eyes to the new arrival. It was Sage, her features illuminated by the moonlight, casting a gentle glow that contradicted the tension in the clearing. She stood a few paces behind Xavier, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. "Sage," Xavier breathed, a flicker of hope igniting within him. He felt the weight of her presence, knowing she understood the stakes. But he also sensed her hesitation, the internal struggle playing out behind her eyes. “Leave, Sage,” Della warned, her lips curling into a snarl. “This doesn’t concern you.” “It concerns everyone,” she replied evenly, unwavering in the face of Della’s hostility. “Xavier, please, you’re letting your anger cloud your judgment. We need to think this through.” Micheal stepped forward, a menacing stance emanating from him. “Stay out of this, Sage. You should have kept him in line.” A flash of anger crossed her face, and she squared her shoulder
Observing from a distance, Xavier struggled to compose himself. He knew Sage would be mad at him for not listening to her and going all in without any proper plan. But he had had more than enough. Micheal and Della had taken the one thing he had always wanted from him: a son. He would not let her take his son away from him any longer. He waited patiently behind a twisted tree, the moonlight barely filtering through the dense canopy overhead. Xavier's heart raced as he watched the scene unfold in the clearing. His mind was tumultuous—rage, fear, and fierce determination. He knew he was about to cross a line, one he'd promised himself he wouldn't for the sake of his son. Sage had cautioned him time and again. "Patience, Xavier. We can't act without a plan." But she didn't understand. She hadn't lived through the torment he felt every day of his life since Micheal and Della had taken their son from him. The heartache was unbearable. He peered through the leaves, his breath stea
The morning light broke through the darkness, casting gentle beams over their small house, illuminating the remnants of their ordinary lives. Della stirred, still caught in a net of uncertainty, as her mind raced with thoughts of the impending journey. Part of her longed for the normalcy Michael had promised, while another part felt the weight of worry pressing down harder as she glanced at the clock; their departure loomed closer.The house was already alive with sounds of movement. Felix’s laughter echoed down the hallway, a buoyant reminder of innocence amidst their turbulent reality. Della smiled faintly, willing herself to focus on that joy. She slipped out of bed, her heart heavy yet resolved, knowing her son deserved every moment of happiness, even as they prepared for the unknown.When she entered the kitchen, Felix was bouncing on the tips of his toes, his wild hair a reflection of his excitement. “Mummy! Daddy said we’re going on an adventure today!” He beamed, eyes sparklin
Their son’s laughter cut through the tension like a knife, a reminder of normalcy in a world that suddenly felt perilous. Della closed her eyes momentarily, allowing the joy to wash over her before reality resurfaced. She opened her eyes, focusing on Michael’s face, now softening as he allowed himself brief moments of hope.“Felix doesn’t deserve to suffer for our mistakes, Michael,” she said, trying to pull him back from the brink of denial. “The longer we keep these secrets, the worse it could be for him. We must teach him how to handle fear instead of shielding him from it.”Michael took a deep breath, his frustration mingling with the undeniable weight of responsibility on his shoulders. “I understand that,” he said, his voice subdued. “But can’t we hold off for just a little longer? Just until we know more? Until we’re ready to help him?”Della’s heart ached at the pleading tone in his voice, which echoed the same fears she felt but was less willing to admit. “How do we know when
Della watched Michael pace the living room, his agitation growing with each stride. The sunlight, once a source of comfort, now seemed to cast long, ominous shadows across the room. She knew she was asking a lot of him, but she couldn't shake the feeling that time was running out, that Xavier was getting closer. He was supposed to be dead and she had to pinch herself to make sure she wasn’t in a nightmare. “We need to tell him, Michael,” she reiterated, her voice firm despite the tremor in her hands. “We can’t keep living like this, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He deserves to know the truth, even if it's painful.” Michael stopped pacing and faced her, his expression a mixture of frustration and defeat. “What do you want me to say, Della? ‘Hey, Felix, remember that man who left us? Well, he’s back, and he wants to take you away from us. Try not to worry about it, buddy!’” Della winced. She understood his reluctance. It was a difficult conversation, one that could easily
“You went to the house? Xavier, that was a stupid thing to do.” Sage grumbled and shook her head in disapproval as Xavier sank into the armchair. He looked exhausted, with large bags under his eyes and unbrushed hair. He had barely slept or eaten for days now. Sage sighed and felt sympathy envelop her as she watched him helplessly rest his head in his hands. “I needed to see my son, but the look on her face when she saw me again after all this time. I couldn’t stay away any longer, Sage. That’s my son. He’s growing up thinking that man is his father. How can Della do this to me!” Xavier growled; I could feel the frustration radiating from his body. I swallowed and knelt in front of him. Taking his hands into mine and assuring him that I was still by his side no matter what. “I promised to stand by your side and will continue to do so. Della and Micheal will not get away with this. I promise.” She looked deep into Xavier’s eyes, and he could only nod in response. The image o
Della wrapped her arms around Felix, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his small body against her as relief washed over her like a tide. "I was so scared, Felix. You have to promise me you won’t do that again. You have to let me know where you’re going, okay?” Felix nodded, his cheek pressed against her shoulder. “I just wanted to see the bunnies,” he mumbled, a slight tremor in his voice. “I thought I could find them by myself.” Della's heart ached at his childlike innocence, but she couldn’t shake the undercurrent of fear that still clung to her. “I know, sweetheart, but you can’t go out on your own. It’s dangerous. What if you got lost?” “Mommy, I didn’t get lost,” he protested, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze, his eyes wide and earnest. “I just went to look for them.” Michael appeared behind them, his face a mix of relief and anger. “Felix,” he said, kneeling down to the boy’s level, “You scared us half to death! You can’t go off like that. You don’t know
The morning light seeped through the curtains, casting a golden hue across Della's bedroom. As she stirred awake, the comforting warmth of the blankets wrapped around her, she felt an inexplicable sense of peace. But as she turned to discover the space beside her empty, a wave of unease washed over her. "Felix?" she called, her voice muffled by the sheets. There was no reply. Just the chirping of birds outside and the quiet hum of the world waking up. Della swung her legs over the edge of the bed, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. Panic began to bloom in her chest. She quickly pulled on a sweatshirt and rushed out of the room, the hallway stretching quiet. "Felix, come on!" she called again, a sense of urgency creeping into her tone. She dashed to his bedroom, flinging open the door, but the room was empty. The bed was unmade, toys scattered across the floor—a trail of evidence marking his previous presence—but he was nowhere to be found. Della's heart raced, each be
Michael’s gaze shifted from the road to the porch, his previous lightheartedness vanishing in an instant. "Della, stay in the car," he whispered, but his voice was steady, grounded. His protective instincts kicked in as he surveyed the scene. Felix, oblivious to the tension gripping the adult hearts beside him, continued to chatter, "He looks funny! Is he a clown? Can I see him?" Della felt like she might drown in the chaos inside her mind. That face—she knew it. The storm of emotions crashing over her threatened to pull her under. The world outside, once decorated in hues of vanilla and strawberry, faded into worry-laden grays. “It’s… it’s nobody, sweetheart,” she said, her voice trembling despite her best effort to sound calm. Those two words echoed hollowly in her chest, the truth of the situation crashing against her like waves. “Della? What do you want to do?” Michael’s voice was a low rumble, a rock amidst the encroaching tide of unease. As fear clawed its way up