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Let the Alpha face the hornets.

CYRUS’ POV

Baek switched between happy and depressed over the next fortnight. Her moods went from immense joy to overwhelming sadness in a matter of days. Her mother had holed herself up in her room ever since the night of the announcement.

Thomas was cremated and his ashes were kept in a jar in Cynthia's room, the jar kept in a glass case which hung decoratively over her bed.

We– especially I– were all worried for Baek, tiptoeing on eggshells around her all the time, careful not to upset her for fear she'd breakdown.

“Hey,” I whispered softly, coming out the bathroom as I tightened the sweatpants which hung low on my waist.

I went to her and softly kissed the top of her head, sitting behind her as I massaged her shoulders.

“How are you holding up?” I asked, burrowing my fingers deeper into her shoulder, fighting the knots there.

“It all still feels unreal. It's like trying to balance being the mother of twin newborns while mourning the death of my father and trying to be there for m
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