Della's eyes widened in horror as she felt a warm liquid seep down her legs. She looked down to see that her water had broken. Her baby was coming, and she was alone, surrounded by the people who had helped destroy her life. "No...no...no..." she whispered, her mind reeling with panic. "Della, please, listen to us!" Sage begged, her voice hoarse from shouting. "We didn't mean to hurt you. We just wanted to make things right between you and Alpha Xavier." Della's eyes locked onto Sage's, her gaze cold and hard. "You want to make things right? Do you want to make me forget what you did? Forget how you betrayed me and my mate's bond with your stupid magic.”! Sage took a step forward, her hands outstretched. "Della, please, don't be like this. We can work through this. We can make it right." But Della was beyond reason. Her body was wracked with contractions, her mind racing with the pain and betrayal she felt. "Get away from me," she spat, her voice venomous.
Alpha Xavier's eyes snapped open as he received the message from Martha through the mind link that Della had gone into labour and they knew where she was. His heart racing, he tossed off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed, his feet hitting the floor with a thud. One of the nurses, whose name tag read "Nurse Tollway", hastened over to intervene, her hands outstretched as if to restrain him. But Xavier was beyond reason. He needed to see Della, needed to know what was going on. "Get me a car now!" he bellowed, his voice echoing off the hospital walls. Nurse’s eyes went wide with fear as she quickly retreated, her hands shaking. Moments later, Xavier was climbing into a sleek black SUV alongside Ethan. Ethan's eyes met Xavier's, concern etched on his face. "Alpha, what exactly are you planning to do when you see her again?" he asked, his voice low and cautious. Xavier ignored him, staring out the window as the city lights blurred by. The pain of Della
Xavier's eyes widened in shock as Mrs. Thompson revealed the shocking truth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Lycan Davison was the father of Della's new boyfriend. Della’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened in disbelief upon hearing the statement from Mrs Thompson. Xavier felt a wave of bitterness. Why had Della never told him? Why had she kept this secret from him? "You're lying," Xavier bellowed. "Della would never keep something like this from me." Mrs. Thompson smiled sweetly. "Oh, but she didn't know his true identity until now. And now you know why Michael is so determined to keep you away. Your entire pack is a disgrace. Do you think the council and the Lycan himself will be pleased to hear of your affairs and getting your pack to chase and frighten a pregnant female?” Michael stepped forward, his eyes flashing with warning. "You are not wanted here, nor are your little minions.” Micheal spat in disgust as he glared at Ethan, Sage and Martha. “Go back to
“Della, I, alpha Xavier, accept your rejection, and I hope you are happy with your life, but mark my words, you will be back, and I won't let you keep me from my child!” Xavier grunted and turned on his heel. Della scoffed at his words. She was glad he finally saw the sense of accepting her rejection. It was time he moved on with his life with his precious omega. She didn't want to have anything to do with him any longer. “Now that wasn’t so difficult, now was it?” Micheal said sarcastically as Xavier carried on walking. “And don't think you will ever be an inch within my Della or our child again,” he yelled after him and then chuckled with amusement. Della watched as Xavier finally turned and left the mansion. She had never hated someone so much, and she felt nothing for him anymore. He didn’t deserve a minute of her time. Martha and Sage were no loyal friends to her either, and she knew that she didn’t want to have to deal with them again. She didn't need friends like that. “You’
Xavier felt sick to the pit of his stomach as he walked back through the doors of his pack; he noticed how everyone moved out of his way and avoided eye contact with him. He realised that Ethan, Sage or Martha must have warned them all not to piss off the Alpha. He didn’t care about them as long as they left him alone. Xavier could not believe the nerve of Della rejecting him and moving on with a clown-like Micheal. He could not stand back and allow another man to steal his child as well. His thoughts suddenly wandered back to Anna and the child they had had. He sat down on the edge of his unmade bed and sighed loudly. He wondered if he should go and visit the child and see for himself if it were his. Xavier didn’t care about seeing Anna; she was not worth his time, and he would never make her his Luna. He had to think about the pack's future now, and without Della by his side, it wouldn’t be an easy ride for him. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, willing sleep to take over,
Anna stood proudly with her newborn baby girl in her arms and Ethan beside her. He put an arm around her shoulders and looked at the vast crowd gathered around them. “Members of Silver Moon, Our Alpha Xavier has abandoned his pack after he found his Luna with another man. His beta was too ashamed to come and face you all after hearing of his alpha’s terrible actions. So, as my chosen mate, Anna, holds the true heir to the alpha throne, it would only be right for me to take over as Alpha and make her Luna of Silver Moon.” Ethan announced to the astonished pack as they silently sat and listened to his words. “Tomorrow we will be Alpha and Luna ceremony,” he announced. Martha stood on the crowd's edge and listened carefully to Ethan’s words. None of it made sense. Xavier had done wrong, yes, but there was no way that he would pack up and abandon his pack in the night. She thought that something was going on there, and she didn't like it one bit. She decided to go and see Sage since sh
Micheal's question hung in the air, filled with uncertainty and longing. Mrs. Thompson's expression softened, and she gently stroked his arm. "Oh, dear boy, you deserve to be happy," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "If you want to make amends with your father, I think it's worth a try. But you must do it for yourself, not anyone else's approval." "I think it's worth a try," Micheal said. "I've carried this weight around for so long. Maybe I can find a way to resolve things with my father and have a life with Della.” Mrs. Thompson smiled, her eyes shining with encouragement. "I think you can, dear boy. You're a strong and capable individual. Just remember to be true to yourself and communicate openly with both your father and Della." Della nodded a small smile on her face. "Okay," she said. "First thing tomorrow, we will leave to go see your father. It's been a long day, and I'm exhausted. So much has happened, and all I want to do is sleep. The baby will be awake for a
“Well, get talking. I am waiting.” Martha growled as she tapped her left foot impatiently and kept her eyes on Elsa. She wanted to hurt her, but she knew it wasn’t worth it. Elsa would have no choice but to tell her the truth.“I'm sorry, ok, Martha.” she started to cry, and I rolled my eyes. I had had enough of her pissing me about now. As Elsa continued to cry, Martha's grip on her throat relaxed slightly, but her eyes remained fierce and intense. "Get on with it," she growled, her voice low and menacing. “I've had enough now, and you better explain yourself now before I end your life once and for all.” Elsa sniffled and wiped her nose on her sleeve before continuing. "Ethan...he's been planning this. So, he uses Sage's magic to keep Xavier and the others captive, and then he convinces Anna to agree to become his mate.Martha's eyes narrowed. "And what about Sage? Where is she now?"Elsa swallowed hard. "Sage is...she's under Ethan's control. He used her magic to keep Xavier and t
“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
As they stepped up to the counter, Della’s heart lightened further, drawn in by the kaleidoscope of colors and flavors that decorated the ice cream shop. The vibe was familial; patrons filled the tables, laughter and animated chatter ringing through the air. It was the kind of normalcy she craved, a temporary reprieve from the unease swirling inside her. Michael glanced over at Della while Felix pointed out various flavors, his small finger tapping excitedly against the glass case. “What are you thinking?” he asked, his voice low enough for only her to hear. “Maybe just something simple,” she replied, trying to dismiss the heavy remnants of anxiety that lingered at the back of her mind. “A scoop of vanilla could do.” Michael nodded, subtly encouraging her, and Della felt grateful for his unwavering support. Felix continued debating flavors, oblivious to the delicate dance of emotions unfolding between his parents. “Can I get sprinkles, Daddy?” Felix asked, his gaze wide
Michael’s brow furrowed in surprise at Della’s abruptness. “Already? We just got here,” he said, glancing at Felix, who looked equally bewildered. “Yeah, Mummy!” Felix chimed in, his face falling. “I haven’t even caught a fish yet!” “I know, sweetie, but I just… I feel like we should head back. It’s getting late.” Della offered a weak smile, but she felt the mounting pressure of her unease gripping her again. Michael studied her closely, searching for signs of her discomfort. “Are you sure? We can stay for just a little while longer. I promise it’ll be worth it.” His tone wavered between concern and disappointment, looking between the two most important people in his life. Della hesitated, torn between wanting to appease Felix’s enthusiasm and the unsettling feeling that had returned, creeping in like tendrils of mist. “I… I really think we should go. Something just doesn’t feel right.” Felix huffed, crossing his arms. “But Mummy, what if we miss catching the biggest
Della watched as Michael tossed Felix into the air, the boy’s laughter filling the kitchen like sunshine. It was a captivating sound that melted away the shadows of her dream and the specter of a past that seemed to linger. Yet, despite the warmth around her, a slight unease dimmed the glow. She stood and poured herself a cup of coffee, hoping the familiar aroma would steady her nerves. “Are you all packed for the fishing trip?” she called over her shoulder, trying to focus on the present. As she stirred in a splash of cream, she caught Michael's gaze. He was beaming at their son, but his eyes flickered to Della's for just an instant—an unspoken understanding passing between them. Felix was busy bouncing around the table, recounting his most recent fishing adventures, his vivid imagination transforming every catch into legendary tales. “And then, Mummy, the fish was as big as a whale!” he declared, eyes wide. “That sounds impressive, buddy,” Della replied, enjoying the innoc
Della woke up with a start. Sweat ran down her face as she struggled to regain her breath, and her heart was thumping like crazy in her chest. She turned her head and saw that Michael was still fast asleep. It was dark outside, and the bedside clock on the cabinet told Della that it was a few minutes after five a.m. She sunk back into her pillow and looked up at the ceiling. She couldn’t shake the image of her ex from her mind, the fire and wondering if he had died in it. Xavier had been the love of her life for so long, or so she had thought. She guessed she should be grateful since if it weren’t for him; then she would never have met the man who was indeed for her. Reaching over to take a sip of water from her glass, she quenched her thirst and sat up. Sleep wouldn’t come for her anytime soon, and she knew it. With a sigh of frustration, she swung her legs over the bed and felt for her fluffy pink slippers; they were so comfortable, especially when it was as cold as it was.
Prologue Five years had passed, and while Della struggled to rebuild her life, the specter of Xavier loomed, a shadow she could never quite shake. Felix was now a joyful, rambunctious boy, so full of life and innocence that it made Della’s heart swell with pride and joy, even as memories of the past occasionally clawed at her resolve. In their new home, a cozy cottage surrounded by the lush woods of a nearby reserve, Della worked tirelessly to create a sense of normalcy. The walls were painted soft colors, and sunlight streamed through windows adorned with cheerful curtains. Michael had dedicated himself to making their sanctuary a safe haven, but Della often felt like the weight of the world settled heavily upon her shoulders. “Mama! Look! I can catch a butterfly!” Felix shouted one sunny afternoon, darting across the grass like a streak of light. Della’s heart swelled at his unquenchable curiosity and explorative spirit. She watched warmly as he pranced around the vibrant