ZACK “What is taking them so long,” Bronx complained. “They’re closer to this place than we are.” We were sitting in the car lot of the Wormhole, waiting for Isaiah and his entourage to show up. He wanted to be invited to check the place himself. I only agree because this affects him more than me, and I needed an excuse to leave my pack for the moment. Since hooking up with Emily the night of the ceremony, I’ve endured countless surprise visits from her. I tried not to be a jerk, but how do you explain to a woman that a one-night stand was just that? One night. I thought that would’ve made her mad, but it only encouraged her to come on stronger. She kept reminding me the pack needed a Luna, and her medical expertise could be helpful.No doubt Bronx was whispering some encouragement in her ear. I was confident he put the ‘Luna’ idea in her head. The woman can’t take ‘No’ as an answer. Just thinking about it was making me mad as I watched Bronx pace in front of me. I needed a break
ZACK I couldn’t believe I had found her here of all the places. I dropped the guy on the ground and followed the scent down the dark corridor. The scent of wild berries and honey filled my nostrils along with...blood. As I approached the door, sigils illuminated the walls and ceilings. I could feel the protection spell tattooed on my back, beginning to burn. The only way I knew strong, dark magic was at play here. I ignored the burn and walked through the door. I didn’t know what to expect when I walked in, but it wasn’t what I thought. The room was big, with walls covered with books as far as the eye could see. There was an enormous desk in front of me decorated with all sorts of cutting materials, from swords to surgical tools to daggers. Her scent pulled me further in until I saw her. I froze at the sight of her. She was tied up on a wall, badly bruised. Her face was covered by long, unkempt red hair. She wore a bloodied bra and black ripped jeans with a studded belt. She ha
ZACK Something was definitely wrong if Bronx sounded nervous. The guy could even the most stressful situation into a joke. “Shit! I have to...” “Go. Don’t worry about me. Just bring me a bottle of Brandy next time you come,” Mirja said, laughing a little. “Seriously?” I questioned, with her shrugging her shoulders. “Fine! I promise I will be back with a bottle of brandy,” I said, ignoring Alexi, cussing me out for having to leave her. “No cheap crap either!” She yelled as I slowly backed away, trying to memorize every part of her aside from the cuts and bruises. I returned to the door to pick up the guard and caught another familiar scent. I was surprised. I almost missed it, and I knew exactly who it belonged to. I dragged the guard back to where we started. I didn’t think this would help, but hopefully, he would think nobody went into the basement. Just a drunk fool trying to fight. When I returned to the bar, I saw why Bronx was a bit panicked. People were pushed off
ZIRAGreat. Looking at myself in the mirror in another hospital room. I was wearing one of those stupid gowns, waiting for the doctor. My neck felt sore around the choker, and I was trying to remove it when I heard a scream from another room. That was normal in a place like this. At least, that was what I told myself as I hopped off the exam table. This must be the price of making a hard decision like I had to. I paced around the room, second-guessing everything that led up to this point. I was making the right decision, right? The risk is too great and...I could have a baby later in the future. Unless something happens during the operation that turns my womb into a hostile environment. Then my mate might really reject me. I would be a mate-less, motherless werewolf. GAH! I’m overthinking again. Maybe this was a bad idea. I started to pick up my clothes and leave when the door opened. A doctor and two smiling nurses walked in. Despite the screaming next door, they seemed in a great
ZIRAI bolted up and almost ran straight into Isabella’s face. I concentrated on my breathing, looking at my surroundings. I was in a room, a doctor’s office. My head was spinning as I tried to focus. Isabella was talking to me, but I could barely understand her. There was a slight throbbing pain around my neck as I touched it. The choker was gone. “Isa,” I croaked, feeling how dry my mouth was. She hugged me, and that’s when I saw the two nurses and the doctor on the floor. I was too dizzy to panic as I remembered how I got there. I walked in earlier for my appointment. The doctor asked if I wanted an ultrasound, and I said yes. I saw my baby on the screen, no bigger than a turnip. The nurses helped me undress and did the final examination. They gave me medicine to help sedate me and waited for it to work, but it didn’t. I was still wide awake and nervous. So, they left to get me another round when I finally fell asleep. Now I’m here, which means...I did it. I had an abortion.
ALAIA "Dammit!" I smashed the mirror, showing Isabella barging into the hospital's room to stop the doctor and nurses. I was so close, and Isabella had to butt in. How the hell did she know something was wrong? Why can't things just go my way for once? "Why?" Elaine asked me. "Why can't you just be happy with what you have?" "Because it's not enough, Elaine. Can't you see that? As long as she is here, she's a threat!" I yelled at her. I was pissed and needed an outlet or someone to blame. "As long as her baby is here, it threatens mine." "But it doesn't have to be that way, Alaia. She agreed to your terms. She doesn't want Isaiah. She doesn't want to be Luna. All these insecurities are of your own making. Can't you see that!" Elaine snapped back. I took a moment to reign in my anger. Adding more stress to my already stressful situation wouldn't be good. It wasn't good for the baby, which was more important than anything else. "Maybe you've been spending too much time with
ZIRA There he was, standing in the doorway with Alpha Zack right behind him. I could see how angry he was by the way his whole body moved when he breathed. He was wearing nothing but shorts with a shirt bunched in his hand. I guess he didn’t have time to put it on before busting down the door. I stood there with the towel clenched tightly against my body, but his stare made me feel like the towel was just an illusion. Not in a good way. I took a moment to look at Isabella, who was just as shocked to see him, so how did he find out? She was the only person I told. “I swear I said nothing,” Isabella linked me. “Don’t!” Isaiah roared, and it vibrated off the walls. “Don’t you dare talk in secret while I’m here.” He took a threatening step into the room, making me mirror his movement backward. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but his power felt dark. “Isaiah…” He cut Isabella off with the wave of his hand while still staring me down. He took a deep breath, staring me down. “Plea
ZIRA Isabella dragged me out of the room, still in my towel, towards her car. The farther I got away from the room, the better I started feeling. It felt like the pressure was lighter than before, and I didn’t feel the urge to rip out someone’s throat. What the hell was going on? We got into the car, and Isabella quickly pulled off. But it wasn’t before we heard Isaiah growl the loudest I had ever heard. I looked back, thinking I would see him chasing the car. I bet he was coming for me, and I was scared, but my anger wouldn’t let me show it. “My stuff?! It’s still in the room,” I remembered. “Fuck your stuff, Zira. What the hell was that!” Isabella yelled. “And what is going on with your eyes right now?” I pulled down the car visor and noticed my eyes were red, just like Isaiah’s, but they were slowly returning to normal. I sat down in the seat as my breathing started to increase. “I don’t know, Isa. I don’t know why I was so angry back there. I guess...I had a lot on my