The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridors of the hospital seem to stretch on infinitely as I cautiously make my way through them. Every step I take feels endless, each footfall echoing ominously in the quiet space. My heart thrums in my chest, anxiety and dread twisting in my gut. As I round a corner, I catch a glimpse of movement up ahead. Instinctively, I press myself against the wall, my breath catching in my throat. Through the haze of concern, I recognize Evelyn again, walking alongside the doctor. Their hushed conversation barely reaches my ears, but I hear enough. "The patient needs to be monitored closely," the doctor says, her voice grave. "Especially considering her sensitive condition." Sensitive condition. The words echo in my mind, reminding me again of the consequences of my actions. With a determined heart, I wait until Evelyn and the doctor disappear from view before cautiously approaching the door they’ve exited. Room 304-C… that’s what the nurse at the counter sa
Despite the whispers of doubt that creep into my thoughts, I still wanna cling to the conviction that Anastasia's love is reserved solely for me, untouched by the temptations of betrayal. I find solace in the certainty that the child she carries is my own flesh and blood, a testament to our unbreakable bond. In my heart, I don't wanna give any room for suspicion or fear, only the unshakeable faith in our love, a love I believe to be as pure and enduring. I can’t just believe what Evelyn and Dwight are claiming. I’ll only believe it if Anastasia herself says so. Suddenly, a phone ring interrupts my thoughts, its shrill tone slicing through the powder room’s door. Dwight’s voice echoes, “Hello?”Then footsteps recede into the distance, each echo a step closer to my next move. The door creaks and clicks shut, leaving only the soft rustle of fabric and the steady breathings in the room beyond. With calculated precision, I wait, my senses alert for any sign of anyone coming in or Dwig
ANASTASIA’S POV: The tension thickens the air. I’m reclined on the adjusted bed, my gaze fixed on Alpha Primo and Luna Cersei. Their disapproving auras bear into me, angry and cold. Beside me, Hugh is holding my hand tightly, a comfort I badly need. After a prolonged silence, Hugh finally answers, his voice determined yet tinged with frustration. "Dad, I already told you, I won't let anyone dictate my future anymore. And yes, I'll pursue my mate-bond with Anastasia like I always did. The only difference this time is that there's no hiding from anyone." My heart rejoices and aches at the same time. It rejoices at Hugh’s resolve, but it aches at Alpha Primo and Luna Cersei's hardening expressions. Their disdain for me is palpable, casting a shadow over the already somber atmosphere. Luna Cersei turns her gaze towards me. Though she has a sweet face, her gaze and tone are sharper than usual, "I wanna hear your opinion about this. Are you really okay ruining Hugh's relationship with Y
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
"Of course, I remember you," Author Agness says, her tone cool and composed. "But whatever you want to say, make it fast. I have another appointment after this." I don’t waste a moment. My heart races as I plead with Author Agness, my words tumbling out in a rush of desperation. "Please, Author Agness, you have to help me. I need to go back inside Bonded's world. I need Hugh. My baby needs its father." Author Agness' gaze flickers briefly to my belly before returning to meet my teary eyes. Then she sighs softly, her expression betraying a hint of regret. "Your journey in Bonded is over. That's our agreement. Once the story is finalized, then you'll return here." My resolve hardens as I refuse to accept Author Agness's words, "Please, I can't lose him. Our story isn't finished yet. The fact that we're going to have a baby means our journey must continue." Author Agness rises gracefully from her seat, her movements fluid and impassive. Just as she’s about to take a step away from
The sun casts a golden hue over the quiet subdivision as I step out of our house, my heart pounding with anticipation. I can’t believe that the day I’ve been eagerly awaiting is now, the day I’d finally meet Author Agness again. I’ve prayed for this moment, begging the fates to grant me one more encounter with the woman who has changed the course of my life. Eric pulls up in his sleek black car, the engine purring softly as he leans over to open the passenger door for me. Mama hovers nearby, excitement tinged with concern etched on her face. "Are you sure you don't want me to come with you, darling?" she asks, her hand resting protectively on my slightly swollen belly. I smile reassuringly, gently patting mama's hand. "I'll be fine.I’ll take good care of myself." Papa stands silently beside mama, his expression a mixture of pride and worry. He says, his voice laced with paternal concern, "If the contract signing takes too long, Call us, we’ll fetch you." I nod, my determinatio
My thoughts are consumed by the memory of Hugh's voice echoing in my mind from last night. ‘We'll meet again,’ he had said, his words a balm to my aching heart. But as I replay the moment in my mind, doubt creeps in, whispering its insidious lies. Was it just my desperate longing for him that had conjured up his voice? Or had he truly spoken those words to me, reaching out to me from the depths of Bonded’s world? I can't be sure, and yet, in the depths of my soul, I feel a glimmer of hope igniting within me. Perhaps it’s wishful thinking, a trick of my weary mind, but I’ll cling to the possibility with a fervor born of desperation. Whether it’s merely my imagination or a miracle beyond comprehension, I’m unable to suppress the surge of joy that’s welling up within me at the thought of seeing him again. For in the end, it doesn't matter how or why his voice had reached my ears. All that matters is the hope it ignites in my heart, guiding me through the darkness with the promise of
The living area is cast in a somber light, the glow of the setting sun filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. I sit between my parents on the sofa, my fingers intertwined in my lap, my heart heavy with guilt. Mama’s eyes are filled with disappointment, papa's brows furrowed in concern as they both look at me, waiting for an explanation. After what seems like an eternity of heavy silence, papa's voice cuts through the tension, calm but tinged with irritation and hurt. "You've never introduced a boyfriend before, so who's the father?" A lump forms in my throat, rendering me speechless. I can't even bring myself to meet papa's gaze, knowing the anger I’ll find there. "I..." I begin, but the words catches in my throat. I can't bear to admit the truth, but also can't bear to see the pain in my parents' eyes magnify. Papa’s tone sharpens with each passing moment of silence. "Don't tell me that the guy doesn't wanna take responsibility for his child." My
The weight of my heart presses heavily against my chest. The air feels dense, suffocating, as if every breath I take is a struggle against an invisible force determined to keep me from the one I love most. Today is meant to be the happiest day of my life. But fate, cruel and unyielding, has torn us apart just when we’re on the cusp of our forever. I can still feel the warmth of his embrace, the tender brush of his lips against mine as we stand beneath the canopy of our dreams. I can still hear the echo of our promises, whispered in the quiet moments before dawn, when the world is still and we’re the only two souls in existence. But now, I’m away from him. I’m now in my own world that feels cold and empty without him by my side. The walls of my reality close in around me, suffocating me with their familiarity, their mundanity. How can I return to this life, this existence devoid of color and meaning, knowing that he’s out there, somewhere, beyond my reach? Tears continue to cas
As the morning sun filters through the lace curtains, illuminating the room with a soft, golden glow, I feel a flutter of excitement in my chest. Today is the day I’ve dreamed of since I was a young girl, poring over the pages of romance novels, lost in tales of love and adventure. I stand before the ornate mirror, my reflection smiling back at me with a radiance I’ve never known before. The ivory silk of my gown cascades around me like a waterfall, adorned with delicate lace at the hem and shimmering beads that catches the light just so. My dark chestnut curls are swept up in an elegant chignon, tendrils framing my face in a soft halo. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes for a moment, savoring the anticipation that dances like butterflies in my stomach. It’s surreal, almost unbelievable, that I’m about to marry the man of my dreams. The man I’ve once only imagined, conjured from the pages of an e-novel and the depths of my own longing. I’ve never expected my life to take this
The following day dawns with a sense of anticipation as me, accompanied by Luna Cersei and two Omegas, set out on our mission to find the perfect wedding gown. Despite my reservations about shopping in the same bridal boutique I had visited with Yvanna before, I find myself drawn into Luna Cersei's world of extravagance and luxury. The bridal boutique Luna Cersei has chosen looks like something out of a magazine taken out of New York Fashion Week, its opulent façade beckoning us inside with promises of elegance and refinement. As we enter, we’re greeted warmly by the staff, who escort us to a luxurious seating area adorned with full-length mirrors. I’m overwhelmed by the grandeur of it all as if it’s my first time entering such an opulent place ever since meeting Hugh, the extravagant surroundings a stark contrast to my simple tastes. One of the staff politely leads me deeper into the shop, my eyes widening at the sight of a large fitting room that can easily be compared to the siz
I awake to the gentle caress of dawn's first light filtering through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. Stretching lazily, I push myself upright and rub the sleep from my eyes. Today holds the promise of both hope and uncertainty, like always, a tangled web of emotions that leaves my heart heavy yet determined.I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, feeling the cool tiles beneath my feet. As I stand, I glance at the mirror, my reflection staring back at her with apprehension and resolve. Today, Hugh has decided to talk to Yvanna once again about Zachary’s custody, and as his mate, as the mother of his future child, I have to stand by his side. I know Yvanna won’t be happy seeing me with Hugh, but I have to be strong too. Quickly, I moved through my morning routine. I brush my long, dark hair until it gleams in the morning light, then carefully apply just enough makeup to enhance my features, before putting on my new glasses which Hugh gifted to me.Dressed in si
My dreams dance on the edges of my consciousness, a haze of warmth and comfort wrapping around me like a cocoon. But as something soft caresses my face, gentle and soothing, I stir from my slumber, blinking against the intrusion of light. My vision adjusts slowly, revealing the silhouette of a figure bathed in sunlight, a familiar scent and soft chuckles drifting towards me. "Hugh?" I murmur, my voice thick with sleep. "You're awake now?""I am," comes the gentle reply, accompanied by the sound of movement. "Sorry I've woken you up."My heart skips a beat as I jolt into a sitting position, my eyes wide with disbelief as I take in the sight before me. There, bathed in the soft glow of dawn, is Hugh, his form tangible and real, a living, breathing presence that banishes the shadows of doubt that has haunted my dreams. Though bandaged and bruised, he’s awake, his eyes meeting mine with relief and gratitude.Tears well in my eyes as I throw myself into his arms, my embrace fierce with t