[--Esmarie Cruz--]I thought I was fine with the phone call for a good fifteen minutes after what should have been peace. I turned into a snarky person.This isn’t jealousy. It’s pure, unfiltered anger. A rage that simmers just below the surface, threatening to boil over with every second that passes. Why does he get to live his life at all? Why does he get to move freely, without the weight of guilt or consequences dragging him down? He walks through the world as if nothing matters, as if no one else's pain is real, as if the destruction he's left behind is nothing more than a faint memory. And me? I'm trapped here, stuck with the aftermath of everything—everything he and his brother did.Because I was so mad, and the twins could feel it, I had to devote my whole day to taking care of my twins-- extra style. The cutest babies in the world, and they're mine. I played with them, fed them, changed them, rocked them to sleep, and put them down for naps twice. Twice! Let me tell you, the
[--Kaiser Volkov--][FLASHBACK]I sat down by the riverbank, the familiar hum of the water flowing gently in the background, the kind of peaceful sound that usually helped clear my head. But today, it felt like nothing could drown out the noise in my mind. My gaze dropped to the bruise on my wrist, dark and fading, but still there, a stubborn reminder of everything I’d been through. The skin around it felt tender, and as I scratched at it absently, a dull ache shot through my arm. The pain was nothing new—too familiar, too constant. I sighed, letting my hand fall back into my lap, staring at the water without really seeing it."Hey!"The sudden sound of Esmarie’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. My heart skipped a beat, the kind of reflexive reaction that always hit me when I heard her. Esmarie. Damn. I panicked for a second, hastily tugging the sleeve of my shirt down over my wrist to cover the bruise. The last thing I wanted was for her to see that and start asking questions. I p
[--Kasier Volkov--]I marched into her bedroom, and she abruptly ended the call.“What are you doing here? Don’t you know how to knock?” she scowls at me.“You’re talking to Elias. In this pack, he’s an enemy. I’m gonna need you to not do that.”Her eyes roll, and she drops into the plump pink chair next to her bed. “You cannot tell me what to do. And for the record, sleeping with a guy’s fiancee is crazy. That’s a low even for a whore like you.”I didn’t let the anger show on my face. Instead, I let it go. She wants to talk to Elias. Let her. Elias is a good alpha. Just like me. We’re alike in many ways. He doesn’t know my dirty secrets, but I know enough of his. I stepped back and left her room.Continuing my path to the kitchen when I heard her footsteps following me. I pulled out a plate, and some ingredients so I could prepare a nice meal for my breakfast.“That’s it? You’re just going to walk away, you don’t want to defend yourself?”“Why? You don’t like me, you seem comfortable
[--Kaiser Volkov--]It was twelve midnight, the kind of hour when most people are nestled comfortably in their beds, lost in the embrace of sleep. The world outside is quiet, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or the distant hum of a passing car to remind you that life continues, even in the dead of night. Normal people would be doing something sensible, like resting, and recharging for the day ahead. Too bad I’ve never been one of those people.I woke abruptly, the familiar feeling of unease settling in my chest, the kind that told me something was not right. My arm felt heavy, weighed down by something warm and unfamiliar. As I blinked the sleep from my eyes, the irritation set in almost immediately. I wasn’t alone in my bed. That realization hit me like a cold splash of water, and I tensed, instinctively pulling my arm out from under the weight that pinned it down.Sitting up, I scanned the room, my gaze landing on the unmistakable figure of a girl, half-covered in my sheets
[--Esmarie Cruz--]“Barry I’m sorry.”“You’re sorry? You’re fucking sorry? You think because you’re pregnant I won’t beat some sense into you?” to make his point clear, he swung his hand at me. The force made the backhanded slap feel twice as bad. I clutched my belly as I stumbled to my feet. Barry slammed his foot into my back, and I shouted in pain. His parents watched. Neither of them offered me a hand or a voice. I was carrying his children for goodness' sake.Where is the sympathy? I sobbed, pain coursed through my body. Pain, so much pain.“You better not pull such a stupid move again. Telling me who I can and cannot be with. You better remember that you were abandoned. My brother left you, your father left you and your mother swears your birth was her biggest regret.” he shoved a hand into my scalp and yanked it. Pulling my head back. “Once you have those babies, know that I’m kicking you out and bringing in my woman. I have no use after the children.”I managed to croak out a
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I didn’t waste my time driving to the hospital. I thought I could, but I was too panicked so instead, I tucked my clothes into a bag, shifted, and rushed through the streets as fast as I could. My claws slammed into the ground. I kept my pace, avoiding the busy streets, and attempting to keep the regular patrons safe.The hospital soon came into view, and I quickly found a secluded spot to shift back and put on my clothes. I bolted through the doors, almost scaring the nurse behind the desk at the reception.“Alpha Kai-”“A woman was brought in here, pregnant, hurt....”“Oh yes. She was brought in by...” The nurse glanced left and right then she whispered. “Alpha Elias Domeros. From the Domeros pack.”My spine tingled with disdain. Elias and I have a history. No not romantic, the hatred type of history that does not go away. We’re good people individually. But put us in the same room and the worst comes out of us.“Right. Which room is she in?”“The VIP room 404.”
[--Kaiser Volkov--]I wanted her gone. But three days after her arrival here, I was able to gather my team to ask some questions on what we should do. I told them she got my last name wrong. She was dizzy. They believed it and that was good enough for me.But when it came to the topic of her, they all agreed that she must have been running from an abusive situation, and sending her back would be cruel. I gritted my teeth throughout the entire meeting. The collective conclusion was that we offered her a place to stay until she could make other arrangements.I had no choice but to offer to take her in because with how much anger she aimed my way, I had no doubt she’d expose me and I could lose everything. Every fucking thing I’ve worked for.The group agreed but the only thing left was to talk Esmarie into it. Her twins, by the way, and the most adorable babies I’ve ever seen. I’m not a baby kind of guy. I had to contact a healer because her bruises were so bad she needed a second surge
[--Esmarie Cruz--]I can’t believe I used to be friends with this guy. The nerve he has to... to be such an ass. I paced back and forth. Panic was filling my chest. I don’t know the first thing about taking care of children. My omega instincts are good, but in this world the younglings need the warmth of an alpha for them to really feel well.And I just don’t have that alpha. In fact, I hate alphas officially. Especially ones that disappear for years after a kiss and confession, and have the nerve to not even apologize. I hate the Darkwood. I rubbed the bridge between my nose. I feel so fucking frustrated.Looking at these innocent babies I think I should hand them over to someone who can do a better job. But with how everyone has failed me in my life, I want to do better. I want to bring up two good people in this messed up, fucked up world.I let out an exasperated sigh. Life is such a mess sometimes. There is really no one you can trust but yourself. How could he end up like this?