Della's eyes gazed lovingly at her reflection in the mirror, her hand cradling her growing belly as she reflected on the tumultuous events that had led her to this moment. The memory of Xavier's rejection still stung, but she knew that leaving him and his pack had been the best decision for her and their unborn child. As she thought about Michael, a warmth spread through her chest. He had been a constant source of comfort and support over the past few months, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for his presence in her life. She realized she had been so caught up in her heartache and sorrow that she had almost forgotten what it was like to feel truly happy. But Michael had brought joy back into her life, and she couldn't help but wonder what could have been if they had met under different circumstances. She thought about all the late-night conversations they had shared, how he made her laugh, and how he looked at her with kind eyes. It was as if he saw her, and she felt seen
Della's eyes widened in shock as she processed the information. Ethan, her ex-pack member, was involved with the device used to track her. It was hard to believe. She recalled their last interactions and how they had parted ways. She had always considered him decent, someone who had shared her values and morals. But it seemed that she had been wrong. She felt a rush of anger and betrayal and a hint of sadness. She had once fully trusted Ethan, and he had betrayed that trust. She couldn't help but wonder what his motives were. Was he working with Xavier? Was Xavier behind this all along? Why could they not just leave her alone and get on with their lives? Xavier had ruined everything the moment that he decided to jump into bed with an omega and get her pregnant. As she sat there, processing her emotions, Michael's hand still holding hers, Della's mind wandered back to Martha's visit to the cafe. Why would she visit Della unless...unless Xavier knew where she was? Xavier must have
Ethan's eyes narrowed as he considered Sarah's proposal. He didn't like the idea of getting rid of Anna. Still, he was also worried about the pack's safety. Anna's behaviour had become increasingly erratic, and Ethan couldn't deny that she was a liability. But was he getting rid of her? That seemed drastic. Ethan thought about all the times Anna had been kind and caring, all the times she had helped the pack. Could he bring himself to do something so drastic? As he stood there, lost in thought, Sarah's voice cut through his reverie. "Well, Ethan? Are you in or out?" Ethan sighed, trying to make a decision. "I need some time to think," he said finally. Sarah's face fell, but she recovered quickly. "Fine," she said. "Take all the time you need. But remember, the longer you take, the more precarious Anna's position becomes." Ethan nodded, feeling a sense of unease. He knew Sarah was right – the longer he waited, the more danger Anna would face. He decided to g
As Michael's words washed over her, Della felt a warmth spread through her chest. She had been so caught up in her emotions and fears that she had almost forgotten what it was like to feel loved and desired. She looked up at Michael, her eyes locking onto his. She saw the sincerity and passion there, and her heart skipped a beat. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Michael's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I knew you did," he said, his voice low and husky. He leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle kiss. Della felt her pulse race as she responded, her hands reaching up to wrap around his neck. As they kissed, Della felt lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired. It had been so long since she'd felt this way that she wasn't sure how to process it. But as Michael's hands began to explore her body, she forgot all about Ethan and Xavier and the pain of her past. All that mattered was this moment, this feeling of being
Della's heart sank at Michael's words. She didn't want to go back to the pack, not now, not ever. The memories of her time with Xavier still haunted her, and the thought of returning to that toxic environment was unbearable."No," she said, her voice firm. "I'm not going back there. I won't put myself through that again. He hurt me to the bones, and I loved every inch of that idiot. I never want to see his face again. I won't go back.” Michael's expression turned stern. "Della, you need to face whatever this is head-on. You can't keep running from your problems. Let's put him straight, please.” But Della shook her head. "I'm not running from my problems, Michael. I'm running from Xavier. And I'm not returning to that pac. Why should I face him and deal with the consequences of his actions?” Michael's eyes narrowed. "What consequences?"Della took a deep breath. "The baby," she said quietly. "He doesn't know I'm pregnant yet, and I don't want him to find out. I don't want him anywhe
As Anna sat beside Xavier, holding his hand and trying to convince him to wake up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She gasped, doubling over as the contraction intensified. "Anna, what's wrong?" Ethan asked, rushing to her side. She shook her head, and tears streamed down her face as she could not say a word; the pain got worse. "I think...I think it's labour," Anna panted as she finally found the strength to speak. “Oh, goddess.” Ethan scooped her up and rushed her to another room down the hall, where a doctor rushed in to examine Anna “She is in labour.” the doctor confirmed. Anna screamed out in fright. “No. Not now. I need to be with Xavier. He needs me.” she was becoming hysterical, and Ethan hated to see her in such agony. He held her hand and assured her that everything would be alright. "Anna, I'm here for you," he said softly. "You're going to be okay." Anna nodded, biting her lip as another contraction hit. She felt like she was going to
“What are you doing here, Sage?” Anna gulped as she handed her newborn baby to her sister and sat up more. She hadn't expected to see Sage and didn't want her sister to know about her plot to trick Xavier into forgetting about Della completely. Sage's expression was grave as she approached Anna's bedside. "Anna, I have something important to tell you," she said, her voice low and urgent. Anna, still weak from her labour, looked up at Sage with a mix of exhaustion and curiosity. "What is it? Why are you here? Can't you see I've just given birth?” Sage's eyes locked onto Anna's. "It's about Xavier," she said, her voice firm but gentle. Anna's gaze narrowed. "What about him? Is he awake?” Sage took a deep breath. "I do have to warn you, he's not what he seems. He's involved with something dark and dangerous." Anna's face tightened in annoyance. "What are you talking about, Sage? Xavier is the father of my child, and if you hadn't noticed, he's in a coma."
Xavier's eyes fluttered open, and the beeping of machines surrounding him greeted him. He tried to remember what had happened, but his memories were hazy and fragmented. As he slowly sat up, a nurse rushed over to him, concern on her face."Whoa, easy does it, Alpha Xavier! You need to stay calm and rest," she said, helping him back onto the pillow. "You've been out of it for a while, and we're still trying to get you fully recovered. Unfortunately, you're not healing as quickly as expected, Alpha."Xavier's gaze scanned the room, trying to take in his surroundings. He was in a hospital room with white walls, beeping machines, and sterile white sheets. He could see the faint outlines of tubes and wires attached to his body, and a faint smell of antiseptic filled his nostrils.As he looked around, a face flashed into his mind - Della's face. He remembered their argument, how she stormed out of the room, and then... nothing. He tried to remember what happened next, but it was all blurry
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