All Chapters of The Alpha's Curse: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"You're lying," stated Waverly. She looked into Sawyer's eyes, like she was searching for any sign that he was joking, but he was serious. "What—but I know it was him!" "It wasn't," Sawyer repeated. But if it wasn't, then who was it? It was so real…more than her dreams were and those were tangible. It couldn't be fake. Everything was a blur. What was happening to her? Her vision was covered in coloured spots which faded to a light grey then black. She felt herself lose consciousness."Whoa," Sawyer said as he caught her. "Let's get you home." Waverly's head started heating up and she could sense the sweat dripping down her forehead. "I can walk, I'm okay." Sawyer nodded and moved his hands slightly, and Waverly wobbled. He quickly reached out and held onto her. "C'mon, I've got you." Sawyer lifted Waverly, who had an arm slung around his shoulder. Her feet dragged on the steps as they climbed towards the bedroom. Once inside, he placed her in their bed and helped to remov

Dust swirled around Waverly, pulling her around in circles like the tornado did to Dorothy. She couldn't see straight—particles flew in each direction, obscuring any vision she had left. Then through the debris, she began to see a slim face. A woman's face. It swirled in the fragments, appearing to move side to side and her hair flowed in the opposite direction, as if the wind was catching a hold of it. She smirked and then winked at Waverly. Then, she flew forward, launching herself at Waverly. Waverly tossed in her sleep, waking herself in her restlessness. She shuddered as her eyes opened and took in her surroundings, realizing not long after where she was—still in bed. The room was now dark, except for a spotlight that came through the window cast by the moon above. Crickets chirped outside of the window, signalling the beginning of the evening, and shadows were placed upon the walls of the bedroom, generating an eery image. Waverly felt the pillow beside her, realizing that Sa

A week passed by and with her regularly scheduled medicine, Waverly began to feel more like herself. On occasion, she would get a migraine, but otherwise, was able to walk and was easing back into her normal routine. She readied herself for the day and looked at the picture she had painted for Sawyer hanging above the fireplace in their bedroom. Waverly smiled to herself and closed the door behind her as she exited before heading downstairs to the entry. Grabbing her coat from the closet, Waverly stepped inside and reached to the back, taking a hold of a pair of old boots. She tossed both items on and shut the door. "Where are you going?" Sawyer asked, entering from the living room. His eyes were fixated on the tablet in his hand."Ch*ist," Waverly jumped, her hand falling to her heart. "The last thing I need is a heart attack."Sawyer's gaze peeked up through his lashes and he smirked. "Stop being so dramatic," he said, swiping left on his screen. He then pressed the button on t

Everything for the next month continued as usual. There was a lull—almost like once Waverly and Sawyer came to terms with her pregnancy, that life had slowed down. There were no more incidents after the fire and renovations on Tillbury's were half completed. Sawyer and Katia moved forward in their efforts to find the perpetrator, with Pietro still at the top of their list. Except, without any solid evidence, they had no way of pushing forward, and with the main attack being a fire, well…that burned any chance they had.In the span of four weeks, Waverly's baby had grown to the size of a grapefruit, which to her, was still a shock. Growing up with younger siblings, Waverly recognized that wolves only carried for 5 months instead of 9, as the fetus used the healing energy from its mother to power its own growth. Yet, she wasn't fully prepared to be experiencing it so fast. She and Sawyer had agreed to hold off on the announcement for as long as they could; at least until they were sure

Waverly's mouth fell open and she felt a pang pulse through her heart. "W—What do you mean?" "Two boys were playing in the forest and they came across his body in the river. They ran to town, and I guess Darren was the first person they saw…he called Katia immediately and well…" Waverly couldn't make sense of it. As much as they suspected Pietro, he was a good kid and this is not what he deserved. It's not what anyone deserved. "Do you think it was an accident or…?" She couldn't bring herself to say it. The murder of a child…it made her sick. And if that was the case, it was worse than if Pietro had just burned Tillbury's over a decade's old family affair. "It's too soon to tell," Sawyer responded. "But we're looking into it.""Did you tell his parents?" Sawyer solemnly nodded. Her stomach turned at the thought of how Mr. and Mrs. Donovan must feel in that very moment. She hadn't even met her child yet and couldn't fathom something like this happening to them."So, what doe