D'AngeloI agreed to go with Alexis to the hospital to find out the gender of our unborn child, and she was overjoyed. When we checked in at the reception desk, she tried to clasp my hand and even nuzzled her chin on my neck in her desperation to look like the picture-perfect couple.I felt sick to my stomach. The only reason I hadn't snapped at her was that she was carrying my baby, and I knew how difficult it was to carry another human being in your stomach. Even so, I felt like throwing up when she touched me. The receptionist, who acted overly excited, seemed to be in her twenties, judging from her face and hairstyle - a weird combination of red, green, and white.She greeted us warmly and I offered a watery smile while she directed us to the waiting area. As per usual, Alexis sat too close to me, touching me excessively, and when she leaned in to whisper something in my ear, I nearly recoiled. “I'm certain I'm carrying a boy. Isabel said the signs that one is having a boy inclu
D'Angelo Alexis's mouth dropped open in shock and her body froze. She began speaking in fragments, losing control of herself.Her deep howl tore through the air, startling the sonographer. Her face turned bright pink, and I could tell that the wind was knocked out of her lungs.“Alexis, please stop it,” I pleaded when she leaned backward onto the examination bed in a heap. She was pregnant, and any sudden movement or stress could harm her or the baby. I wrapped my arms around her gently, trying to calm her down, mindful of her condition. “Hush, stop crying,” I said, rubbing her back. Her body trembled against mine, and I couldn't wrap my head around why she was reacting so strongly.She was acting like we'd received horrible news. Although I knew she was infatuated with the idea of a boy, her response surprised me more than I anticipated. It hit her hard that she wouldn't have to be Luna.She kept crying until I grew annoyed and pulled away from her. “Stop overreacting. A child, b
KiraI was shocked to see Caleb with D'Angelo and quickly fled, relieved to escape their company. Although I had absolutely nothing to worry about, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong."Can you slow down?" Amari pleaded, struggling to keep up with my rapid strides. I listened and paused, turning to her. "We need to head to the store to get condiments for dinner. Your mom is waiting for us.""Is something wrong? Why did you run off like that?" she asked with a concerned tone and I shrugged, feigning ignorance. Despite our reconciliation, I remained cautious around Amari due to her past actions toward me. I would have stayed silent if she hadn't known about my relationship with D'Angelo."It's nothing," I insisted, while my heart felt heavy in my chest.Amari squinted as if she were trying to catch me in my evasiveness. "Who was that guy with the Alpha?" I hesitated, unsure of how to proceed. But silence would only raise more suspicions."That was Caleb, my
KiraD'Angelo stood outside my door, grinning, waiting for me to open it. My heart gave a stupid thump. I stared wordlessly, unsure why he was there.“Won't you let me in?” He asked with a half-cocked smile, aware of the strong effect he had on me. My mouth spread into a grim line and my crossed arms wiped the smile off his face, replaced by worry. I stepped aside for him. After all, he owned the house. Refusing an owner off his property would be a dumb move."Why are you here?" The question came out sharper than intended, but I couldn't help it. "Shouldn't you be at the festival, leading the celebrations instead of lurking in an Omega's room?"D'Angelo looked taken aback by my harsh words, his gaze searched my face and he contemplated what response to give."What's behind your harsh tone? Did something happen?”A soft curse fell from my mouth and my eyes clawed him like talons. “Nothing's wrong. It's just odd that you're here instead of celebrating the harvest with higher-ranked
Kira I felt like the most worthless piece of trash that had been thrown inside a garbage can when D'angelo abandoned me standing there.All my dreams were shattered by his actions.I felt rejected. His words continued like a broken record in my head, and his scent lingered in the air, making me feel even worse.I begged him like a fucking hopeless dog. It showed that he'd never truly embrace me in his life if he was unable to mark me?Did that mean I would never be fully accepted into his life if he could not mark me?A loud, hot sob burst from my lips and before I knew it, I was sobbing uncontrollably. I hated my weakness. It was awful to feel so exposed and alone.I desperately searched my mind in an attempt to come up with a plan of action. I went inside, put on a long turtleneck and sweatshirt, and made my way back to the veranda. I decided to ask him to reject me. Yes, that seemed like the only solution. But who was I fooling? In all fairness, I knew D'Angelo loved and cared abo
D'AngeloThe bouts of sadness I felt were beyond description. Despair consumed my body and soul.I couldn't make sense of my emotions. It made my body numb, and my soul felt as if someone had pulled a plug from deep within me. The only other sensation that registered on my radar was restlessness.I was ruining this beautiful thing I had with Kira. Her unexpected outburst yesterday left me feeling unsettled. She had every right to be frustrated. She wanted the connection of being marked—to have that tangible connection—and it was a natural longing for any mate.But could I give her what she wanted? If I marked her, it would be permanent, and I would brand her as mine for eternity. There were serious consequences to consider. She would carry my scent, my imprint, forever on her skin.In our pack, where appearances were everything, the mark would attract attention.The gossip, the judgment, the danger she would face—all of it would be my fault. People would talk, speculate, and perhaps e
D'Angelo We arrived in front of the building. I parked and quickly got out to open the door for Alexis, who was now bursting with excitement. "This is for you,” I announced, handing her a key with a flourish.“Huh? Don't tell me you bought the house for me to chase me out of the pack house!”I groaned. “Alexis, does this look like a residential area?”Her face changed, and her eyes widened in shock. "This," I gestured towards the building, "is for you to discover. Go on."Caleb and Carol couldn't contain their excitement. "Hurry up, Alexis!" they said at once.With trembling hands, Alexis worked the key into the lock, her movements clumsy. The door swung open, and she let out a scream of pure delight."It's an art gallery! My gallery!" she cried. “Oh my God!”"It's an art gallery! My gallery!" she cried. “Oh my God!”I lingered at the door, not liking the smell of fresh paint that filled the new space. I could hear Alexis's delighted screams echoing from within and leaned against the
Kira The first thing I noticed when I stared at my reflection in the mirror while preparing for school was a strange sight of tiny, scattered rashes that had made their appearance on my face. "What's this?" I whispered to myself, leaning closer to the mirror and hoping I wasn't falling sick.Puzzled about the rash, I applied a layer of makeup to conceal it and grew more puzzled when I was surprised to see Amari getting ready for school.My surprise was hard to hide. "Amari, what's going on? Didn't you say you would rather scrub the toilet floors day and night than go to school?”Amari faced me with a broad grin. "Changed my mind, I've decided I want a diploma. You guys are winging it so why can't I?”“I'm happy,” I squealed and wanted to hug her but I felt a pang on my chest and wondered what was happening to me. "That's amazing, Amari,” I said while coughing. She frowned and gave me a concerned look.“Are you okay?”“Mm-hmm,” I said. “Maybe I woke up on the wrong side. Enough abou