DWIGHT’S POV: Anastasia’s room feels colder and quieter as I step inside, my heart already heavy with worry for a reason I can’t pinpoint. The familiar scent of antiseptic mixed with anxiety hangs in the air, intensifying my unease. Then my eyes dart around the room, searching for the one person who matters most to me: Anastasia. “Oh shit!” I hiss as I rush deeper into the room. With wide eyes I stare at the empty bed! My breath catches in my throat, my mind refusing to accept the possibility that Anastasia may have run away again. I want to believe that she has just wandered off for some fresh air, that she’ll return any moment, but the chaos in the room tells a different story. The stool and table lay overturned, the machines that have monitored Anastasia's condition are askew, evidence of a struggle that had taken place in my absence. My thoughts race to mom, who’s supposed to be keeping watch over Anastasia. But she’s nowhere to be found either. “Where is she?! Where are th
ANASTASIA’S POV: I shift on the edge of the bed, my fingers interlaced with Hugh's. We’ve been waiting for this moment, the doctor's approval for discharge, so we can finally leave the confines of the hospital and step back into the world outside. Hugh stands beside me, his expression a mix of relief and determination. He has a plan, one he believes is a safe option for me and our unborn child; that we should stay in his penthouse with a doctor at my side twenty-four seven until I give birth. He glances at me, his eyes softening with affection, before turning his attention back to the door. Just as we’re about to make our exit, the door swings open, revealing Luna Cersei. Her presence fills the room with an aura of reluctant understanding, her features a delicate balance of concern and resolve. I lower my gaze out of shame, while Hugh's gaze hardens with curiosity. "Mom, you’re still here," he asks. "Where's dad?"Luna Cersei’s lips press into a thin line before she speaks, her v
The morning sun spills through the grand windows of the Montemayor’s mansion, casting a warm glow across the kitchen. A gentle breeze wafts through, carrying with it the promise of a new day. I stand before the gleaming countertops, a determined expression on my face. Today, I’m going to do something special for Alpha Primo and Luna Cersei, and of course, for Hugh, who have graciously taken me in during my time of need. With my pregnancy complicating matters, I’ve been overwhelmed with gratitude for their hospitality regardless if their hospitality is just for their grandchild and not actually me. "Good morning, Miss Anastasia," one of the Omegas greets me with a smile as I approach her. "Are you hungry? We’ve only started preparing breakfast, but I can make a bowl of cereal for you for the meantime." "No, I actually wanna help prepare breakfast to show my appreciation for everything everyone has done for me since arriving here yesterday,” I reply, my voice filled with sincerity.
The morning sun bathes the garden in a gentle glow, casting dappled shadows across the vibrant flowers and lush greenery. I sit on a wrought iron bench, my fingers idly tracing the intricate patterns of the metal as I watch a butterfly flits from bloom to bloom. Luna Cersei sits beside me, the soft rustle of her skirts barely audible over the chirping of birds.Luna Cersei’s gaze lingers on my face as she asks, "How are you feeling? With the pregnancy, I mean."I draw in a deep breath, grateful for the straightforwardness of the question. "Surprisingly well, all things considered. The doctors and nurses at the hospital have been wonderful, and the support from the pack has been invaluable."A nod of understanding passes between us, followed by a moment of silence. Then, with a subtle shift in her demeanor, Luna Cersei broaches the topic that may be, but unsurprisingly, weighing heavily on her mind."About what you told us back when you were in the hospital..." Luna Cersei begins, he
YVANNA’S POV: The living area exudes an air of subdued tension, as though the very atmosphere is holding its breath in anticipation of the next moment. I sit on the plush chair, my posture rigid, my eyes fixed on the documents, the adoption papers and the fake hospital certificates, spread out before me. Tears are streaming silently down my cheeks, tracing a path over my skin. No matter how much tears I’m crying, I don’t dare make even the faintest of noises. Around me, mom and dad sit, their expressions are that of concern and sorrow. Mom is clutching a handkerchief in trembling fingers, dabbing at her own tears. While dad’s arm is encircled around mom's jerking shoulders, offering silent support. Christy stands at my side, her gaze casted on the floor, her posture slumped, guilt is screaming from her aura. My voice breaks the silence, soft and laden with regret. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that my desperation to get back Hugh had to come to this."This time, I refuse to meet mom and
As I glide through the grand porch of the mansion, my every step echoes with the weight of my arrogance. My sleek dress trails behind me, a cascade of bloody red silk, matching the depths of my eyes that sparkles with a cruel amusement. Hugh and Anastasia stand by the entrance, their gazes trailing after me with disdain and discomfort. Yet, I barely spare them a glance, my smirk widening as I relish in their discomfort. The Omegas offer to escort me but I pay them no mind. I just walk past them and make my way towards the dining area where the dinner will obviously happen. With a flourish, I settle myself into one of the ornate chairs, my posture exuding an effortless grace through the walled mirror. I watch with barely concealed amusement as Alpha Primo, Luna Cersei, Hugh, and Anastasia join me at the table, each wearing a facade of composure that thinly veils the tension simmering beneath the surface. The air continues to crackle with palpable animosity, yet I remain untouched
HUGH’S POV: As the evening sun dips low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the manicured lawns of mom and dad’s sprawling mansion, tension crackles in the air like static electricity. My heart hammers in my chest as I sprint across the cobblestone path, my strides fueled by desperation and fear. Behind me, mom and dad and Anastasia. Ahead, Yvanna stands at the threshold of one of the cars parked in the driveway, her silhouette framed against the fading light. In her arms, she passes Zachary to Christy who manages to get into the car first. “Yvanna!” I call out.She still doesn't turn back, and still doesn't even spare a glance in my direction.My steps falter as I reach her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Yvanna, don't do this. You can’t just take my son away from me."But Yvanna remains unmoved, her gaze fixed straight ahead as she steps into the car. She shuts the door close with aggression. Then, the engine roars to life, drowning out my protests.I’m tempted to r
The air keeps getting thicker and heavier with tension, suffocating me and the others. I’m still on the edge of my bed, my distress still palpable as I stare into the void, my mind still swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anastasia’s head is gently resting on my rigid shoulder, her arms wrap around my weakened form. Across the room are mom and dad, their faces etched with lines of worry and sorrow. They too, like me, are shocked and refuse to easily believe Yvanna’s revelation, that’s why they demand another confirmation, which is more likely another blow to our already shattered hopes and dreams. I know that we’re all grasping for straws, still, I wait with the tiniest hope in my heart for the medical records to be authenticated. After some moments of agony, there’s a knock on the door, then it creaks open, and the pack's Chief Beta enters, his countenance mirroring the anguish that hangs heavy in the room. In his hands, he’s clutching the medical records, his steps hesi