Sandro stood beside Arabella's bed, her eyes closed and her breathing calm. He anxiously awaited the pack doctor, Mrs. Mabel, to finish examining her.The middle-aged woman with graying hair turned to him, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. "Congratulations, Alpha," she said excitedly. "Arabella is pregnant, and she's been in this state for about eight weeks now.""W-what?" Sandro stuttered, caught off-guard by the news. He wondered if he had heard her right and hoped she would repeat it."She's pregnant, Alpha. And I believe she became unconscious because she used so much energy, and the baby is drawing energy from her, leaving not enough for both of them," Mrs. Mabel explained.Arabella was pregnant, and Sandro mulled it over. A rush of unfamiliar emotions swirled within him as he thought about possibly having a child who would one day become the next Alpha of the Moon Howler's Pack.He had never entertained such a thought before. Heck, he never imagined having a child of his o
"I won't ask again, Arabella," warned Sandro sternly. "Tell me who it is, or there will be consequences." Sandro had never used her full name before, and the tone he used was unsettling."I don't know, Sandro," she managed, her voice trembling. "I didn't even realize I was pregnant.""You're lying!" Sandro's voice was sharp. "If you don't give me the answers I want, I'll find a way to make you tell the truth."Arabella's heart raced at his threat. She knew Sandro was someone not to be taken lightly, and the thought of him causing her pain again sent a chill down her spine. She also understood she was too weak to resist him if he decided to confront her physically. Despite her fear, she couldn't think of a way out."I'm not sure what to say," she stammered."You better start figuring out your words before I come back." Sandro hissed; he turned and exited the hospital room.Once he was gone, an oppressive silence filled the room.Glancing around at where she was, she realized several g
Orga's worry grew stronger as he kept checking the clock. The hands seemed to move so slowly, teasing him with their slowness. He'd been checking for what felt like hours, his anxiety building with each passing minute.Arabella had been out with Sandro for a long time, and a sense of unease gnawed at him. He tried to distract himself by pacing the cave's rough stone floor, but his thoughts kept returning to Arabella. Had they argued? Was she hurt? Or worse, something bad happened to her?Orga wondered if he should have gone with Arabella despite her insistence on handling things alone.And then there was Blaze. Despite all his efforts to save him, Blaze's breathing remained shallow and troubled. Orga couldn't help but wonder if Blaze would ever awaken from his coma.Orga had enlisted a team of magical medical experts to care for Blaze. They worked tirelessly to determine the cause of his condition, but even they were baffled. They'd run every conceivable test, yet nothing seemed to h
Sandro's heavy footsteps echoed into the room, making Arabella jump in surprise.He scowled, glaring from Mrs Mabel, who trembled at the sight of him, to Arabella, who tried to act as fearless as possible.Yet, he could see the fear that emerged to the surface every now and then.He was furious. Sandro had overheard all that was said as he was within earshot.He wondered if they realized that. Maybe that was why they looked afraid, although he doubted there was anything for the doctor to be afraid of as she didn't entertain the idea of Arabella aborting the child in her.Tension filled the room, making it hard to breathe. Arabella sensed Sandro's anger radiating from him. When he spoke, his voice was low and menacing."Not if I kill you first," he growled, never taking his eyes off her.He heard. He heard everything that was said. Arabella shuddered, emitting a breath. She flushed a deep shade of red before averting her gaze from him.Yet, she still felt the intensity of his gaze on h
Sitting alone in the small room, Arabella's mind raced with worries. She remained under Sandro's control, wondering why no one had come for her yet. She also thought about Blaze and how he was holding up, whether he was awake and concerned for her.She felt the weight of Sandro's constant presence. He frequently entered the room, either watching her silently or berating her for carrying Blaze's child. She knew she should confess the truth but didn't want to.Feeling trapped, like a bird in a cage, Arabella longed for her freedom, the wind in her hair. Surprisingly, she even missed the Phoenix cave and Orga.Though she vowed not to give him the satisfaction of seeing her defeated, she couldn't deny her discomfort in his presence.Lost in thought, Arabella didn't notice Sandro entering the room until he spoke. Startled, she looked up and met his gaze. "That's news coming from you," he remarked, a trace of amusement in his voice.Confused, Arabella furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?"
Arabella panted heavily, pressing a hand to her chest. The other hand wiped the sweat from her face as she tried to steady her breathing. She glanced around, searching frantically, hoping Sandro hadn't dispatched his guards after her.Somehow, she'd managed to escape. Arabella couldn't quite fathom how it happened, but the moment Sandro exited the room, she found herself outside the pack house. It was as if something had taken hold of her, propelling her deeper into the woods without pause.Arabella mused on whether the guards had been asleep, missing her departure from the room. She also puzzled over how she'd managed to leave a heavily fortified chamber. She concluded that she must have somehow breached the barrier, her determination overcoming the obstacle.Summoning the last reserves of her strength, she burst out of the woods, her gaze fixed on the Phoenix cave, just a short distance away.But she doubted she could reach it.Arabella stumbled, trying to walk further. Her foot cau
The meeting didn't unfold as Arabella had planned. Just as they entered the meeting hall, a loud bang reverberated outside, shaking the entire cave, followed by a shout."Arabellaaaaa!" The unmistakable voice of Sandro echoed throughout the entire cave."Sandro," Arabella winced, her gaze shifting from Blaze to Thalia, then to Orga, and back to Blaze."Sandro," Blaze affirmed with a nod, stepping towards her and encircling her with his arm. He felt her shiver and leaned in, asking softly, "Are you alright?""I am," Arabella muttered, but Blaze wasn't entirely convinced. She was fidgeting with a button on his shirt, and he sighed, gently rubbing his palm up her arm. As much as he wanted to inquire about her well-being, he held back.He believed it wasn't the right moment to broach such matters."What should we do," Arabella whispered, her eyes wide with fear, flickering back to Blaze."We wait to see what's going to happen," Blaze replied. He was certain that making hasty decisions inv
"He's gone berserk," Orga panted, barging into the hall. Sweat and blood coated his face."Berserk?" Arabella asked, her brow tilted."Yeah, you know, when someone is furious? Sandro is beyond furious, and he doesn't resemble the person I saw before," Orga explained. "I doubt we can subdue him without giving him what he wants, considering he's not the main threat right now."Orga was well aware of the threat to Arabella from the very beginning. He knew she had a twin and was familiar with the prophecy that kept them apart. However, he deliberately led her to believe it was Sandro, counting on her intense hatred to push her to unleash her maximum power rather than making her feel at ease."What do you mean you can't handle him?" Arabella asked, her brows furrowed. "He's just one person. You're powerful and possess enough of the Phoenix to take down fifty werewolves!""Sandro isn't just any werewolf," Blaze asserted.Arabella shook her head as she stared at him. "Then what is he?""He's