WHITNEY'S POV For a couple of seconds, Alpha Vicker and I stared at each other. "Whitney, you smell like a mixture of vanilla, lavender, and jasmine. You smell so good and inviting and it's making my senses run wild," he said. "And you smell like the mixture of musk, sandalwood, and rosewood," I said in a whisper. "Oh, my goodness! Never did it cross my mind that you could be my mate," he said with disbelief. "Same with me. I'm as surprised as you," I said with a smile as joy filled my heart. "Can I come in?" he asked. "Yes, of course," I said as I stepped aside from the doorway. He sauntered into the room and I shut the door behind him. I turned around and saw him standing beside the cot and gazing at my baby with a smile on his face. "Justin is growing very fast. How old is he now?" he asked as he turned his head to look at me. "You ought to know his age. After all, you were the one who took me to the hospital and was there with me when I gave birth to him," I s

WHITNEY'S POV For some seconds, Alpha Vicker was staring at me with shock as I gazed at him. "Whitney, I find it difficult to believe all that you have told me. First, you said the Moon Goddess appeared to you which I took with a pinch of salt and now you are saying that she gave you supernatural power. I must admit that I don't believe that. I believe that you are pulling my leg and I think it is too early for that. Can we just change the subject and talk about how you want to celebrate your birthday?" he said. I felt hurt that he thought that I'm joking which I find ridiculous. How would I have the nerve to be joking about something like this especially considering someone of his status, the notable role he has played in my life, and what he means to me? "Alpha, all that I'm telling you about the Moon Goddess appearing to me and giving me supernatural power is true. I know that it sounds unbelievable but it's all true. I'm not going to change the subject and talk about m

WHITNEY'S POV I carried my baby from the cot and cradled him in my arms. I kissed him on the cheek and began to sing a lullaby to him. Instantly, he stopped crying and was gazing at me. I turned around and looked at Alpha Vicker. He was staring at me with disappointment in his eyes. I walked slowly to meet him with my baby in my arms and kissed him lightly on his lips. "I know that you are disappointed but you don't have to be. We just got to realize that we are fated mates and we love each other. We are still young and have many years ahead of us to make love to each other, so, there is no need to be in a hurry. Please be patient. I have to attend to Justin now," I said. "It's alright. I understand. I want to go and have a shower now. Let me know on time if you want me to take you out and tell me anywhere you will like to go. Today is a special day for you and your wish is my command," he said with a smile as he kissed Justin on the forehead. "Okay. As I said before, I will

WHITNEY'S POV For some seconds, there was pin-drop silence in the car as we gazed at each other. "Oh, my goodness! That was quite close. Whitney, are you okay?" Alpha Vicker asked with a worried expression. "Yes, I am. I'm just in shock," I replied. "Okay," he said as he turned his head to look at Kate sitting in the backseat with widened eyes. She was panting and shivering with fear. "Kate, are you alright?" he asked. "Ye....ssss, I am," she stuttered. Poor girl. She looks so shocked and scared. I feel sorry for her. I wish she had not come with us but I need her to assist me to take care of Justin. I turned and looked at the windscreen and saw the driver of the truck alighting from the truck. He headed towards our car and my eyes swept over him. He was a tall bulky middle-aged man. He had a bald head and a bushy beard. He was wearing a flannel shirt and stone wash jeans and on his feet were black boots. "Oops! The truck driver is coming. What are we going to tell h

WHITNEY'S POV There was pin-drop silence as Sam's wife and I gazed at each other. After some seconds, she turned her head and looked at Sam. "Sam, my cancer is in stage three. The cancer has spread to various organs in my body causing me excruciating pain. I must say that I have lost hope that I will survive. I can feel it in my spirit that I have little time left to live. Even the doctor told me that I might soon die..." She paused as Sam cut in. "Darling, don't say that. Even though it is true, don't be a pessimist. You should endeavor to be optimistic," Sam said as he reached out and held his wife's right hand and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "I'm not being pessimistic. I have come to terms with the reality that I'm about to die as a result of the cancer. A couple of clerics have come here to pray for me and I have also been praying to God to heal me but I keep getting worse. I have resigned myself to fate and don't need anyone to pray for me. I have made peace with my