DECLAN’S POVTonight is the Alliance's party and if I really wanted to sabotage the party, it was best to start with getting on Tristan’s nerves just a little. Well, it’s not so little when I have come in here with one of the random females who warms my bed especially when I was meant to attend with my Luna instead. I didn’t have one and I could have come alone but where is the fun in that? And the female—Vivian, I believe her name was—was more than happy to tag along to a party filled with powerful men.As we stepped into the party, we were welcomed by the fancy lights and an even more fancy setting. The colors of the table clothes were warm and pleasing and matched the overall vibe of the party. The further I went into the hall, the harsher a strange feeling tugged at me. Something about this hall, everything about it seemed oddly familiar but I brushed it off. It couldn’t mean anything. My gaze travelled around the hall, settling on the tables that had the nametags of each of the
DECLAN’S POV.For the very first time in my life, I had no words to shoot back at someone. I was left dumbfounded, caught off guard by the words and the best I could do was stare blankly at him. "Are you a bad man?" He asked again.What the hell does someone even say to that? The boy came closer to me and like he carried a plague, I stepped back to create space between us. I’ve never actually dealt with a child before. Heck, I have never even been in the same room with one.When the words pup and child are mentioned, all I see is: poop, diapers, drool, snotty cries, sleepless nights, madness and oh, more poop! And now here I was, standing in front of one that embodies the whole package. It irked me. I felt trapped by the boy and the last time I felt that way was when my father was dying and his final wish on his deathbed was for me to marry a woman I never wanted. That thought made all of the feelings I’ve tried so hard to bury since I finally got closure by getting rid of her, r
VANESSA’S POV. I looked everywhere for Dame but he was nowhere to be found. My entire being was plunged with fear and I blamed myself for leaving him behind with the maids. I should have known better. I shouldn't have gone to sleep knowing how much of a risk it was to not be around Dame tonight.He was nowhere around the house and the more a thought occurred to me, the more agitated I get, trying to clamp down on the thoughts and delude myself. There was now way Dame was at the party. My thoughts were cut short by the sound of a commotion no doubt coming from the hall where the party was being held. A dark brooding feeling curled up in my guts. Something was terribly wrong and I knew it. I was in nothing but night wear but I couldn’t care less as I went down a flight of steps towards the hall where the party was being held. Dame is somewhere out there and I need to find my son. I ran into the hall and what seemed to be a party wasn’t much of that anymore. The hall that was neatl
DECLAN’S POVI didn’t stop running.With an unknown pup in my hands, I didn’t stop running.From the very moment I pushed through the throng of people that were already outside the hall, my pace only got faster as I found my way to get to a safe distance with the little boy in my arms. Running without actually looking where I was going led me into the woods surrounding Tristan’s pack and I didn’t stop until I was sure that we were safe and were not followed by anyone.An explosion rocked the forest, sending birds flying off their trees with terrified screeches and I laid low. From where I stood, I watched the flare flames and of smoke coming from the direction of the heart of Tristan’s pack. It was easy to tell that the godforsaken rogues had set fire on the pack and I was only lucky to have gotten away without getting hurt.Asides from the sound of crickets echoing into the night and of toads croaking out, there was nothing else that posed a danger to me and the child I had brought w
DECLAN’S POVSince choice eluded me, the only option was to take the boy back home with me. Before coming to that conclusion, I really considered just leaving him at the hospital to be the doctor and nurses’ problem.I couldn’t stop blaming myself for taking the boy with me and I cursed the instincts to save someone that I never thought I had. Heck, I couldn’t even save Ellena back then in the face of death. Things like this is why I always look the other way when anyone needs a favor. Heartless. Wicked. Selfish; call it whatever you want but I’m reality, the act of kindness is a burden on its own. I wouldn’t say saving the boy was me being kind but look where it got me anyway? Leaving the boy at the hospital would be a terrible idea and it might take months, goddess I hope not, to get him to talk. I realized it was better I do it myself since I brought the problem upon myself too. I mean, how hard could it be to get a little put to talk? And so, I took home since I couldn't have
VANESSA’S POVIt's been two weeks.Two weeks of living in what feels like a torment on my soul.Two weeks of tears, pain and anxiety.Two weeks—the longest periods I have ever been away from Dame.Everyone keeps saying the same thing: I should give up. I should accept that he is gone. If we ever find him, it would be his dead body anyway. He’s only a child and there was no way he could have survived being alone for two weeks. The rebel rogues killed him already. They are probably holding him hostage to strike a deal. I shouldn’t put the pack in more distress. It’s only one child, I could still make another.Every time they said those words to me, I shut my mind off because there was no way in hell I’d just accept that my baby was gone forever. I refuse to give up. My baby is out there somewhere. He was smart and barely stressed me out like people said babies would, but he’s probably scared wherever he was out there. Scared and in danger. How could I give up knowing that? Just like ev
VANESSA'S POV"It's been a couple of weeks already. If you continue to starve yourself this way, something might happen to you."Arya.The poor maid was doing her job, trying to talk me into eating the food she brought into my room since I haven’t stepped foot out of the room in the safe house in days. Neither have I had it in me to eat whatever food is being brought into my room. I haven’t been feeling or feeding well since the attack. Most of the time, I lose my appetite as soon as I see the food, and my mind would immediately wander off to none other than my missing son. I’d be plagued with questions upon questions with no answers in sight; Is he okay? Did he have someone to pet him to sleep? What are they feeding him? Are they even feeding him at all?What if Tristan is right? What if he’s truly gone forever?These thoughts have become the first thing that runs through my head every time I try to eat, and I suddenly become tired and unable to stomach my food. "You need to get yo
DECLAN'S POVRelief washed over me, as I woke up in a much lighter mood. The thought of the boy slowly caving in soothes my mind, and I decided to see how he was doing this morning.I went into his room, where I had carefully put him to bed last night, to see him sound asleep.I couldn't help but be drawn to the boy sleeping across from me. His features bore a striking resemblance to the childhood pictures of mine that I had tucked away in a dusty old album. It was as if I was peering into a mirror of my younger self.But just as I was lost in this uncanny connection, my phone rang, breaking the moment. I fumbled in my pocket to answer the call, torn my attention between the boy before me and the urgent voice on the other end.It was the representative of the packs in the alliance. I decided to take the call outside, in order not to wake the boy up."Speak," I said into the phone impatiently as I left Tiger's room, eager to end the call as soon as I picked up."A meeting will be held
Vanessa's POV"Vanessa! Come and play with us!""Yes please, we are tired of playing alone," the kids whined as I sat down on the swing and watched them play by themselves."No, we want to play hide and seek," one of the kids whined, and I smiled at them."We have been playing hide and seek all morning," I said, still panting, from running for a long time. "You should play another game or I will have everyone go back inside," I threatened them, but it didn't even look like they were listening to me."Let's play a video game. Whoever wins gets to decide what we do next," one of the kids suggested, and I couldn't help but smile about how they reminded me of Dame in every way. That trick was the same Tristan and Dame always used to get whatever they want, and watching the kids say the same thing made me smile.It was as if the kids knew about my past life. They always find a way to remind me of the past in every way.It's been three years since I left the southern pack. Three years of le
Vanessa's POVI have concluded that I would be leaving once I regained my strength, but I do not want what happened when I tried to leave the last time to repeat itself. I know Declan would probably be looking all over the place for me, and he might have stopped me from leaving again, so I thought of writing a letter to him instead.I knew going to see him and telling him whatever I had to say was the proper way to end everything, but I was afraid that I might change my mind if I saw his pained expression, or even melt at his words if he surprised me by begging me to stay or do something worse like lock me up in his house to prevent me from leaving. With Declan, one can never be too sure.I opened the drawer and saw everything the way I left it. It was as if Tristan was hoping that one day I would return back to him. I expected him to throw out all of my belongings and wipe out every single trace or reminder of me in his pack, but he didn't.I imagined the good life I could have had w
Declan's POVTwo days have passed, and I have no clue where Vanessa might be. Even after watching the CCTV footage, I refused to believe that Vanessa would leave me. I spoke to the doctor and he said the side effects of the drug and injection he gave her were drowsiness and hallucination. Judging from how she left the hospital, I want to believe that she was sleepwalking and she is properly in some kind of danger right now.I had my men look everywhere for her, but she was nowhere to be found. We searched everywhere… every single road that led to the hospital. The streets nearby, we even went as far as searching through the people's houses, but there was no sign of Vanessa.I sat in my room, tapping on my table as I thought of where she might have gone. What if she had an accident? Then, the police would have said something. She doesn't have anywhere to go. She doesn't even have anything on her, where could she possibly go?Jenny…I rushed over to the kitchen where Jenny was busy cutt
Vanessa's POVCrying for so long made me feel numb and it felt like there was no water left in my eyes to shed. The injection given to me made me drowsy and my head felt heavy. I know the smartest thing to do right now was to sleep or at least lay on the bed and get some rest, but I can't afford to be anywhere around Declan anymore and I just wanted to leave.Staying in the hospital reminds me of how I watched Dame's lifeless body on the bed without being able to do anything to revive him and I think it's best to just leave.My vision was blurry, and I felt so weak. I knew I had to leave, but I couldn't even think straight. With trembling hands, I reached for the tube in my arm, wincing as I pulled it out. The pain shot through me, but I gritted my teeth and kept going. Finally, I was able to pull it out, and I staggered out of the ward, barefoot and disoriented.Every step felt like a hassle as I made my way down the corridor. I have to get out of here. Those were the only thoughts i
Declan's POVI stormed back home, feeling enraged, as my insides boiled with anger like a pot left unattended on a raging fire. Guilt weighed down on me at the reminder of Vanessa's accusations, and shame chewed me up inside. As much as I hated to admit it, she was right. Dame died because of me, I killed him.Even if that was true, it's not like I neglected them intentionally. She has equal blame in all of this. She ran away with my child and only showed up years later. If she hadn't left, or if she had ignored her pride and informed me about the pregnancy, none of this would have happened.Dame's death hasn't been easy on me too, heck, it hasn't been easy on anyone. Even the maids are grieving his death so what made her think she could get mad at me on this? I understand that she was mourning her child, but he was my son too.I could feel all sorts of emotions surge inside me; anger, irritation, hurt, and pain.The last time I felt this way was when I lost Ellena, and now, once agai
Chapter 140Vanessa's POVI woke up in the hospital bed, surrounded by the sterile scent of antiseptic and the low hum of medical equipment. My body felt heavy like I was being dragged in the mud, and all of my pain came rushing back in double folds.When I lost Dame in the rogue attack, I thought that would be the end of me. I cried every day and became a mess because he was all I lived for. But then Tristan came back to tell me he was alive, all of my pains vanished into the air. It felt like I was given a reason to live again. To work harder, to become a better mother.Just when I thought I had all the time in the world to be with my boy, I lost him to the cold hands of death. I wanted to scream, to yell out my frustration. I wanted to blame somebody so badly, and hate them for the rest of my life, but where do I begin?I haven't shed a single tear since we got back home from the hospital. This one was different— I had two weeks to prepare for his death. His death wasn't exactly ne
Chapter 139Declan's POVIt's been a week since Dame died. Seven miserable days of wishing and hoping even though no amount of breakdown would bring him back. The last time I felt this vulnerable was when Ellena died. I wasn't even this sad when I lost my parents.Everything felt vain and I had lost the will to continue with my role as the Alpha or do anything to gain more wealth or power. What was the use of all my power and influence when it couldn't save my son from dying?What is the point of being the most powerful Alpha when I can't even keep the one thing I wanted most in my life?What hurt the most was the fact that I was beside Dame when he took his last breath, but I wasn't there for him. I slept peacefully that night, thinking I still had another day to grant his wishes. I went to bed feeling on top of the world because I finally got to hear him call me father, not knowing those would be his last words.If only I had known that those were the last time I'd hear him speak, m
Vanessa's POVI traced my hands on the bed, expecting to feel a small hand or at least a tiny body, but there was none. I opened my eyes lazily and found myself in a room different from the one I thought I would be in.I was at Dame's ward until last night, how did I end up here? Judging from the smell, I could tell that I was still at the hospital. Did I pass out? I searched my body checking for any visible injury but other than the throbbing pain in my heart and the headache that has become a constant thing since I found out about Dame's health, I am all good.Maybe Declan brought me here so that I can sleep peacefully. I stood up from the bed and made my way to Dame's ward, where Dame and Declan were sleeping peacefully.This is the first time Declan has looked peaceful since we have been visiting the hospital. He was trying so hard to stay strong, to hide his feelings, but he couldn't always keep them in check. His expressions sometimes sell him off.Dame clung onto Declan's cloth
Declan's POVVanessa paced the room anxiously, waiting for Tristan to return with Dame as I watched from the minibar. We haven't said a word to each other since our last encounter in the morning and I do not want to say another word knowing she would end up misunderstanding it.Right on cue, Tristan came in with Dame sleeping peacefully in his arms. Vanessa's worried expression was soon replaced with excitement as she rushed over to his side."Thank you so much for today," Vanessa gave Tristan a warm smile which made my stomach twitch. The way Dame and Vanessa act so comfortable around Tristan was enough to rile me up, and once again, Tristan does that thing he always does.He acts like the perfect gentleman that Vanessa could always lean on. Too fake if you ask me. They seemed to be carried away with their little conversation to notice my presence.I made my way to them, and Tristan handed a basket of fruit to Vanessa simultaneously."What is that?" I pointed at the little puppy roam