After ending the call, Dr. Pamela told me I could see Alexis if I wanted to, as they were still waiting for her dilation to progress before she could start pushing. I made my way to the labor and delivery ward. When I entered the room, I found Alexis lying on the bed, looking terrified.
Her eyes were wide, and she kept mumbling to herself, clearly in a state of panic. When she saw me, she grabbed my hand. “Zina, I don’t think I can do this,” she trembled. “What if I don’t survive? What if something happens to the baby?”
I squeezed her hand firmly, trying to project the calmness I didn’t feel. “Don’t say that. You’re going to be fine. Both you and the baby. You have to think positively.”
“But… my mother died in childbirth,” she confessed, tears pooling in her eyes. “She didn’t make it when she was having my younger sibli
AnthonyMy heart soared with happiness as Zina dry-humped me. She was naked underneath her dress and rubbed her wetness against my thigh.Her skin was satin soft and round in all the right places. I inhaled her and loved her ragged breathing against my ear. Pleasure rippled through me, and I licked my way down to her neck, stopping myself from giving her a love bite.This was too good, too powerful. I wanted her now—all night. All day. Forever.Moving away from her lips, I placed soft kisses on her neck. Her breasts were huge and perfect. I imagined her perfect pussy with an engorged pink nub, and I imagined putting my lips on her folds and sucking her while watching as pleasure shot through her.The kiss was unexpected but welcome, and the fact that she had crossed over to the driver’s seat to reach me only made it more intimate. Her body was now pr
ZinaI didn't want things to escalate, so I left the living room and headed outside to breathe.My chest felt tight, and I could feel the remnants of anger still choking me. I didn’t like how I had lost my temper in front of everyone, especially since it might make it seem like Anthony was beginning to affect me more than I wanted to admit.The last thing I needed was to give anyone, especially Vivian or my mother-in-law, any reason to suspect something was happening between us.But Gwen was doing too much. She had a way of getting under my skin like no one else could. The longer I stayed in this house with her, the more I disliked her.There was nothing between us that felt remotely warm or welcoming. She acted all closed off and self-righteous, as if she had some moral high ground.Some boy moms, like Gwen, seemed to think they owned their
AnthonyLife was good—better than I ever imagined it could be. I never thought I’d feel this way again and be this happy after everything I’d been through.But here I was, lying with Zina, watching her as she slept peacefully beside me. She had brought me back to life in a way I didn’t think was possible.Just being near her made everything seem brighter. She didn’t want to go all the way with me yet and was still feeling the need to mourn her late husband properly before she could fully move on.I respected that. So I took whatever scraps of affection she was willing to give, treasuring each one like it was the most precious thing in the world.My eyes drifted to the ceiling, and a gnawing feeling crept into the back of my mind. I was enjoying everything my brother had left behind—his woman- and now the money will soon be transferr
ZinaWhen I saw my mom, I beamed and rushed over to wrap her in a tight hug, feeling a wave of comfort and warmth wash over me."I’ve missed you so much, Mom," I told her, holding on just a bit longer before pulling back to look at her. She smiled softly, her eyes filled with the same gentle love I had always known.She had brought me a large basket filled with goodies—mangoes, oranges, plump strawberries, cartons of Greek yogurt, and my favorite brand of organic granola from Nature’s Path.There were also packets of prenatal vitamins and a few jars of almond butter.She had always been quiet and subdued ever since my dad passed away. They were fated mates. Before his death, she had been so lively, full of energy and laughter. I had memories of her chatting animatedly with my dad. Her laughter would fill the house.But afte
ZinaAnthony had been unusually quiet and distracted lately. There was a heaviness in his eyes that hadn't been there before. I grew concerned and decided to ask him directly.“Is something bothering you?”He barely looked up from his phone. “No, it’s nothing. We'll have to go to the bank together on Monday.”“That's not a problem.”Later that night, just like the night before, Anthony snuck into my room again. But this time, I felt different. The fear of getting caught by Vivian that had plagued me earlier seemed to have disappeared.I didn't care if Vivian discovered us. But when Anthony lay beside me, something was off.He didn’t touch me or pull me close like he usually did. I tried several times to initiate contact, nudging him playfully, even placing his hand on
AnthonyThe moment I realized that the money that had just been sent into my account was being debited in bits, fifty thousand naira per transaction, I almost lost my mind.Panic seized my heart, and all the fears I had tried to push away came rushing back with a vengeance.My hands trembled as I stared at my phone screen, watching the balance decrease in real-time.It was slipping through my fingers. I was powerless to stop it because I knew the people behind it.Vivian and the loan sharks must have had access to my accounts all along. I cursed myself for not thinking about this sooner.They forced me to sign a document, allowing them to set up a direct debit from my account. I had been too desperate for money to think straight.Zina must be thinking the worst about me and explaining everything, but how coul
KiraSeeing my mom's body tremble uncontrollably on the floor made me curse the moon goddess for being a mean bitch. I turned eighteen today, and my wish was simple— not to find my mate or to get accepted into the main pack, but my mom's healing.But it seemed like the malicious goddess loved seeing me cry. My mom's condition had only worsened, and I was left to care for her on my own, with no support from the other omegas."Mom, please don't die. It's already hard being omega. I need you."She coughed, wiping thick dark blood off her nostrils, and a small smile crossed her face."Kira, I'll be okay."I smoothed out my dress, which had a jagged tear on my right shoulder and felt scratchy against my skin. Zion, an omega boy who claimed we were in a relationship, planned to sneak into the main pack to get medication for my mom. He was a garbage collector who knew the clinic's location. The medication was free for higher werewolves but out of reach for omegas.After dabbing my mom's face
KiraMy life was screwed. Not just the usual kind where I'd be consoled seeing other omegas like me going through the same ordeal. Instead, I was completely alone, with no one to share my fears with.Alpha D'Angelo, of all people, was my mate? I'd be damned. I didn't see that coming. While the Alpha seemed as shocked as I was, sniffed our bond and took a step back like he'd just seen a ghost, all I could think of were the most horrifying ways I would die.Perhaps he would throw me over a cliff, or ram my head repeatedly against the glass walls, or worse still, throw me into a dungeon filled with hungry lions.Despite my life hanging by a thin thread, something strange was happening to my wolf. She was excited and demanded a taste of the forbidden flesh.My knees weakened like jelly when the scent hit me again. The alpha's gaze roamed my face, then down to my neck and body, searching every inch with his eyes and leaving a trail of raised hairs on my skin."Why are you naked on my te