Three weeks had passed since Ziah's rejection, and I was at a loss. I was so miserable because the same dude who had unlocked my heart and soul was rejecting me. Every night, I wet my pillow with tears, and even when I tried to be strong, they found their way and trickled down my cheek.Olivia begged me to be strong because crying and starving were not good for the baby. Also, rumors began to spread when the other girls, who had been jealous as fuck, stopped seeing Ziah come around.Some claimed that he'd found his mate and I was now used goods. Some said there were other establishments with hotter girls where he was getting premium satisfaction. They said the words to my face to spite me.But that was the least of my worries. It was virtually impossible to terminate a pregnancy as a werewolf, especially with my weak Omega blood. I knew the consequences of trying to get rid of the baby. My body would revolt against me, and I could even die.The only solution I had was to either get Zi
Grandma Zora was a godsend. I had spent almost a month in her house surrounded by kindness and warmth. Despite her initial hesitation, she informed me that something told her that I was telling the truth, and she felt pity for me knowing how hard it was going to be for an Omega to carry an alpha pregnancy and couldn't watch me leave. "No seed of mine will end up a bastard. Not while I'm alive,” she had said after welcoming me into her home. "The boys are not here, but you can stay with me while we try to figure out something." Days turned into weeks, and there was no sign of Ziah. I worried for his safety when his grandmother informed me that they had gone for a semester program in the human world to hone their science and technology skills in order to defeat our enemies, the witches. "But...but are you sure they are safe out there?" I asked. "Don't worry, child," Grandma Zora said, patting my hand. "My grandboys are strong and capable. It's crucial now to stay ahead of our enemie
Ziah was avoiding me like the plague. Despite my numerous efforts to be alone with him or even make him notice me, nothing was working. He kept snubbing me every time.One time, I met him in the kitchen eating a cake with Vespa and hugging her from behind. I tried to sound casual and initiate a conversation, but he barely looked up and ignored me.Another time, they were in the garden, and I decided to join them. Ziah carried Vespa bridal style, and they headed back inside. He kept being very petty, and I waited and hoped to catch him alone, but every time he was always with her.I felt a stinging rejection, and he was treating me like a stranger. He seemed to live only to please Vespa, ignoring me and our unborn baby. The pain and hurt were accumulating, and I didn't know how much more I could take.My last attempt was so bad that I cried in my room. There, I saw him coming and hugged his girl so tight she was oblivious that I was behind them, and Ziah kissed her deeply.I knew that I
It was almost impossible to remain positive in this kind of environment. It was depressing to see the man I love pining after another girl.I was trying hard to not hate Vespa, but it was almost impossible because although she was not directly responsible for my problems, she had taken what I craved for, which was Zaira's heart. I took a stroll outside and enjoyed the fresh evening breeze. I had no idea where the boys and their girlfriend had gone, and that made me jealous. Ziah was pouring all of his love and attention on Vespa, and it was clear she would end up with only one of the brothers, likely Kai because she was not a werewolf and couldn't love them equally.If anything, Ziah was the one who was pushing and begging for her attention, and it was very hurtful to see.I stood under the mango tree, hitting the sadness that washed over me. The more I stayed here, the more toxic it would be for my mental health and my baby. I needed someone to talk to, someone apart from Grandma Zo
I found a perfect opportunity to be alone with Ziah when I caught him on the terrace, staring at the sky and lost in his thoughts. Since he decided to be unnecessarily rude and distant towards me, this was a chance for us to talk about our child's future. Although I was nervous, I mustered up the courage to approach him. I hadn't even taken several steps closer when Ziah turned around, and our gazes met. Instead of becoming angry or defensive, I noticed that his chin dipped down, and he looked away. Was that guilt I was seeing? He remained quiet for a while, then asked gruffly, "What are you doing awake at this time?" I stared at the sky, loving the splendor and the stars, knowing that my mom was watching me from heaven. Thinking about it was sad because I knew wherever she was, she would not be proud of me and the decisions I had made. "I couldn't sleep," I explained to him. "I usually feel very uncomfortable around midnight, but if I work for a bit, I'll feel better and then go
Three weeks had passed since Ziah's rejection and I was at a loss I was so miserable by the same man who had unlocked my heart and soul every night I wet my pillow with tears and even when I tried to be strong they found their way and trickled down my cheek I felt a squeezing heart and was sad and tired Olivia begged me to be strong because crying and not eating we're not good for the baby. also rumours began to spread when the other girls who have been jealous as fuck stopped seeing Ziah. Some claimed that he had found his mate and I was now used goods some said there was another establishments with hotter girls where he was getting premium satisfaction and they said all of those words to spite me but that was the least of my worries it was virtually impossible to terminate a pregnancy as a werewolf especially with my weak Omega blood I knew the consequences of trying to get rid of the baby my body would revolt against me and I could even die the only solution I had was to eithe
I hugged Vespa tightly, refusing to let her go. As the months passed, my brothers became increasingly attached to her, making it such a shame that I couldn't have her to myself.We took turns fucking her, and whenever it was my turn, I tried to outdo the others and try to make up for the lost time. She enjoyed my thrusts and my tongue, and I used both skillfully to please her.We were just finishing a round of wild sex, and my heart soared when her juices coated my shaft and she bit her lips to suppress her moan.“Oh fuck,” she gasped through gritted teeth. “That’s it. That’s...just right.”With my cock still throbbing, I moved off of her and rested my forehead on hers. Our breaths mingled, and I kissed her tenderly, feeling her relax against me. I buried my face in the softness of her hair, reveling in the scent of her citrus-infused shampoo. When I gently lifted her chin, her warm, moist breath caressed my face, filling me with a deep longing.Reclaiming her lips, I crushed myself
The hospital's automatic door opened, and Ziah stepped aside to let me enter the hospital first. Our bodies touched briefly, and I felt a yearning in the deepest part of my soul.My heart began to beat faster. The brief contact sparked a physical response that I couldn't deny. Ziah was fucking handsome, captivating, yet also infuriating. I wanted him so badly, but at the same time, I wanted to grow some spine and independence to show him that I could stand on my own and stop acting like a love-sick puppy. "Come on, hurry,” he said while glancing at his watch. “I don't have all day.”His words and actions hurt, but what could I do?"Yeah," I said, pretending to be absent-minded. His face softened, and I felt his raking gaze but ignored him.Inside, I was struggling. It was hard to let go of the love I still had for him, but we needed to remain civil for the baby's sake.We would co-parent our child, because I would never, ever prevent him from seeing his child. But I needed to learn