Nora's POV
"Congratulations, ma'am; you're two weeks pregnant."
“Wh…at!” I choked on my spit. What's the doctor saying?
“You're pregnant. The test result is out.” He handed it over to me as he sat down while I slowly took the paper from him. My eyes scanned the paper until I saw 'positive'. I suddenly began to feel dizzy.
“Are you okay?” The doctor asked, but before I could reply, I passed out. His words faded as my darkness enveloped me.
The next time I opened my eyes, I saw that I had been admitted to the hospital. The doctor stood in front of me,
“Can you hear me? Can you see me?” I nodded as I watched him speak. Though he was moving in slow motion, I could see and hear him.
“You need to take good care of yourself. You can't go about fainting anyway. You are not one anymore; you're two, and you're carrying a child.” He sounded pissed but was holding it in.
Tears rolled down my eyes. I was pregnant. It was definitely the stranger's child. How did I not take proper care and take some pills? The news of moving out had distracted me from taking anything to avoid pregnancy.
Even the house I wasn't able to secure, and till now, I still haven't gotten somewhere I could move to. I had not seen Maria since the night I caught her with Jake.
How can I be pregnant now? How? What do I do with the baby? I don't even have a place to lay my head. How can I keep the child?
“You're keeping the child. We do not abort pregnancy here,” the doctor said even before I asked the question in my heart. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I wondered how I was going to survive.
“Who said I was going to abort my baby?” I asked him, crying. He shrugged.
When I finally left the hospital and went back home, I found my belongings on the ground outside the house. I saw Mrs. Dami already handing over the key to the new tenant.
“Mrs Dami…” I walked up to her, but she snubbed me and walked away.
The new tenant also went into the house without sparing me a look and locked the door. I stared at my things on the ground, then at the house. Slowly, I fell to my knees as I cried.
What should I do?
After crying for what felt like an eternity, I finally got up, wiped my tears, and made my way out of the compound with my belongings. Everyone looked at me and laughed at me as the news of my break-up with Jake spread like wildfire. News also carried that Jake had proposed to Maria, and they'd be getting married real soon.
For my sanity, right there and then, I made a decision to leave the pack. Go far away, where I won't be found. a place where no one would recognize me or know me to be a rejected werewolf. I'd go far away, where no one would know that I was carrying a stranger's child. especially not Jake or Maria.
I'm going into the human world.
There, I will raise and take care of my child alone. There, I will find something to do and start a new life.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
“Hello,”
“Hello, am I speaking with Miss Nora Preston, mother of Dylan Preston?” The person asked, and I quickly answered as I stood up from my seat.
“Yes. Yes, I am. Is there a problem?"
“Well, your son happened to have done some damage in school, and we would like your presence with immediate effect,” the lady said, making me narrow my eyes.
“Damage?” I was surprised. My son, Dylan, is a calm boy. What damage did he cause?
“Yes, damage. We'll be waiting for you.
Without wasting time, I packed my bag and hung it on my shoulder before going to my boss for permission. I wasn't supposed to leave work yet, but he granted me permission since this was the first time this was happening.
I rushed out of the office, heading straight to Dylan's school. Dylan caused damage. How is that even possible? I am very sure they are about to frame him for something he didn't do.
As I got to the school, I went straight to the head office. I could hear the screaming and yelling of a lady. I wondered what was going on. I knocked before pushing the door open.
“Miss Nora Preston.” I nodded as I walked further into the office and sat on the empty chair beside the yelling woman. I saw Dylan sitting on a chair at the side of the office with his head down.
“So you're the one who raised this thing?” She asked, and I snapped immediately.
“Don't you dare call my son a thing! Who the hell are you?” I didn't know what happened, but I won't sit and watch her call my son something.
The head of the school immediately hit the table to get our attention when she saw that the woman was about to retaliate.
“I didn't call you here to quarrel with her!” The principal yelled at me before saying,
“Your son, Dylan, pushed her son, Luke, so hard. The boy is in the hospital as we speak.
I gasped as I looked from Dylan back to the principal in front of me.
“Is he alright?” I asked, and she nodded.
“We were able to take him to the hospital quickly. He will be fine, but I want you to apologize to Mrs. Julie."
A sigh escaped my lips before I turned to the angry woman.
“I'm so sorry. I am sure my son is also very sorry for what he did. We are truly sorry." As I apologized, I couldn't help but wonder how Dylan would push someone to the point of hospitalizing him.
“I do not want to hear your silly apology!” The lady snapped at me.
“I would take this case to court, and no one would stop me."
My eyes widened. "No."
They can't find out that Dylan has used his werewolf strength. I asked, trying to negotiate,
“How can I correct this? How much is the hospital bill? I promise to clear it."
“Do I look like I am poor? Do I look like I want your damn money?” She asked, more pissed than before, and I bit my tongue.
“Name your price. Ten million dollars? Twenty million dollars? Just name it."A man said that as he walked into the office, his eyes were fixed on Dylan.
Michael's POV“Name your price. Ten million dollars? Twenty million dollars?” I asked as I walked into the office.My eyes moved to what pulled me over here, or, should I say, who had pulled me over. The boy is sitting quietly at the side of the office. He had a round face, and his hair was dark like mine. I waited for him to raise his head, and he did, and when he did, my eyes widened.I was a carbon copy of my young self when I was around his age. He looked so handsome and innocent; whatever had happened wasn't his fault. I'm not even sure he knew what had happened.“You… you… you will give me… twenty million if I ask for… it?” The lady asked, causing me to move my eyes from my boy to her.Before I could even think of responding, my eyes moved to the lady beside her. Was she the one? The one I slept with seven years ago?Everyone told me she was a ghost; they said it was my imagination, but I know what I felt and what I saw. I didn't sleep with a ghost; she's real, and she gave birt
Nora’s POV:I turned to face Michael, my heart pounding in my chest. "I refuse to stay here," I said, my voice shaking with a mix of anger and hurt. I locked eyes with him, waiting for his response.Confusion flickered across Michael's face as he reached out, gently taking hold of my hand. "Why, Nora? What's the reason?" He asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. I could see the worry in his eyes.But I can’t just go on to live with a stranger.Yes, he claimed he was Dylan’s father. It still didn’t sit well, for he came out of nowhere and suddenly took me and my son.Frustration surged through me, and I struggled to find the right words. How could I explain that moving into his house wasn't as simple as it seemed? "We can't just move into your house. We barely know you," I argued, my voice quivering with emotion.His grip on my hand tightened, his eyes narrowing. "Nora, Dylan is my son too, and I want to be a part of his life," he said firmly, and I gritted my teeth. His voice wa
Nora’s POV:We both came up for air, and Michael’s eyes were still fixed on me. I had the urge to slap his face for forcing himself on me, but I remembered that I had also reciprocated the kiss.Damn!I tried to say something—anything that could clear the sudden awkwardness in the air.But before I could form any words, Michael best me to it.“You will stay here with me and our son,” he whispered, but I heard every word clearly.Before I could refute, he opened the door and walked out.I sighed. This was definitely how my life would change from now on.Just then,I glanced around the room, my eyes widening in awe at the sheer beauty.Now that I thought about it, the next packhouse looked so beautiful.And now I had to stay because I loved my life. I think I should probably take a look around.The place was enormous, and I couldn't help but think that it looked like something out of a fairytale.Since I had no other choice but to stay here, why not make the most of it and explore now?
Nora’s POVI stilled upon hearing his voice.“What’s that, dad?” Dylan grabbed something from his hands. He chuckled as he played with it. Michael ruffled his hair as he smiled down at him. Dylan is smiling back. He lifted him in the air and threw him around, like he was some airplane. Dylan’s giggles bounce off the wall. No one needed to be told; my son was enjoying the company of his father.Well, I guess we don’t have to argue over who the father of the year goes to. The longer I stood there, the longer I tried to fight back the tears that were pulling in my eyes. It’s been hard to be alone with Dylan. The memories of trying to find a man who would love my son for the past 7 years were fresh in my mind. I gave up at some point. Raising him alone was one hell of a job. Now, as I watched him play with his biological father, it felt nostalgic.I wiped a tear that had escaped my ears and began to turn when the door was yanked open. I gasped.“Come on, Nora, I've been wondering how long
Michael’s POVShe stared at her hands, not sparing me a glance. I knew she was shy, but not this shy. I tilted her face toward me. That way, she was not going to look away."First, Nora, you don’t have to be shy with me. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I’m not sorry for saying that." Her face immediately went bright red, like that of a fire truck."Emm, I think it's late. I need it to retire to bed." She stood abruptly as she pulled away from me. I am still avoiding my eyes."Okay," I muttered, and we left the theater. As we walked in absolute silence, I watched her back. She kept looking back a bit."I guess this is a good night then," I said as we got to her door."Yes, I had a great time. Thanks to you," she gave me a small smile, and I returned it. Speaking of the great time, I don't even remember a single thing that happened in the movie. Nora was my beautiful distraction.The week went by fast. Dylan had begun to settle down at a new school."Dad, can I still punch pe
Michael's POV"Your highness, the Desma pack is seeking your acceptance. They want you to get a mate from their pack." Zen informed me. I rolled my eyes.We were on our way to the Desma pack. If it were left alone for me, I would be somewhere in the house, getting ready to pick Nora and Dylan up from school.Now I'm going to talk to people who are not too different as lickers. Great. I never visited packs. Hercules, though my brother was also the beta. He did those kinds of jobs in my stead. He took care of the pack while I was on the human side, whenever I wanted to rest."A mate?" Hercules exclaimed.I ran my hands through my hair. These small packs. I am always looking for ways to seek favor from the Faulkners."Will you honor it?" Hercules asked as he continued scrolling through his phone. I snorted. He already knew my answer."Don't look at me, Herc; this visit was solely your idea. You know I don't do packs.""Yes, Agnar I said so, but this is the way you would be recognized and
Michael’s POV"Hmm, what’s this? Who is it from?” I asked as I flipped the envelope around. No one answered. They were avoiding the question. I looked at them, but no one was staring in my direction."Zen, can you not hear me?” I glared at him and my brother. Hercules looked away and began to whistle. Zen took a deep breath and began to speak.“Your highness, that is a red-sealed envelope. It belonged to the royals of every pack. Ours is black. This right here is a letter from the alpha of the Desma pack,” he said.I burst out laughing. “I knew he would have something up his sleeve. Oh, if only eyes were guns.” Gradually, my laughter died. Nobody had joined in. Hercules looked away, and Zen was staring down at his shoes.“Your highness, this is a serious matter. The alpha of the Desma pack might be an old wolf, but he has a lot of influence on the elders of lycanthropy. I sighed.“Read the damn thing later,” I said in clenched teeth. Zen took it from me and slowly tore it open.“Greet
Jake’s POVI slammed the door shut behind me. Who did that stuffed shirt think he was anyway? Michael Dean. I wanted nothing but to put an end to his life. Everywhere I went, he was there. like my doom.I still can’t believe the extent of the betrayal. After I had spoken to Desma Alpha, he assured me that the Alpha King was mine. He will pay. I’ll make sure of it. Werewolves would definitely be horrible without me. I loosened my waist and unbuttoned my shirt. Walking to the wine bar, I took a bottle of bourbon and poured myself a drink.“Your highness,” I heard a voice behind me. It was the beta.“Who met the alpha of the Desma?” I gritted my teeth.“Your highness, it was I. He has promi-" I turned and threw the glass in his direction. Felix, the gamma, ducked as the glass splashed on the wall. It missed his head, but a shard of glass hit his back. The red color staining his white made me smile broadly. Maybe if I kept him here all night, he would bleed to death.“You were saying.” I