3 years later.
I stared down at the papers in my hands long and hard, my bottom lip trembling, mirroring the actions of my hands that clenched the test results.“I’m really sorry about this, Andrea, we've been trying our best to keep him from going into a coma but it’s getting harder and his health is deteriorating further,” The grey haired doctor said, he looked at me with a sympathetic gaze and reached out to hold my hand in his comfortingly.I pulled away before his skin could touch mine and forced out an awkward smile as I took a step back from the doctor and loosened my hold on the papers.Last thing I wanted was anyone's pity, most especially from a man who already looked down on my because I was an omega.“What…is that the only way?” I asked cautiously, I knew the answer to my question but I couldn’t help myself. I fervently wished there would be another way, I hoped there would be another solution.“Yes,” Dr. Martin nodded, his eyes still rested on my hand that I had moved away and his lips became pursed with discontent.He definitely didn’t expect an omega to reject his advances, much less a packless one. It was my new status, one that I’ve grown used to in the past two years. It didn’t matter to me, nothing mattered to me…not even the looks of disdain and list I got from Dr. Martin, no matter how unsettled he made me feel.“You will have to bring the father of your child over to see if his blood is compatible with your son's, if not…”The unfinished sentence made a heavy weight settle in my stomach as I nodded, showing my understanding. I swallowed thickly, staring down at my feet as my shoulders tensed up and my heart began to pound fast and hard in my chest. So fast that it was almost painful. I wasn’t just scared, I was fucking afraid! “Judging by your circumstances,” Dr. Martin began, no longer hiding the disdain in his tone, “I’m assuming that will be something that’s rather hard for you to do so we will have to discuss payments for life support for as long as you can afford, he will need it in the coming weeks,” Dr. Martins stuck his hands in his pockets seeing as I didn’t let him touch me and his lips stretched into a sneer.My fists clenched again, I was barely reeling in my emotions as is.“Are you insinuating that I don’t know who the father of my son is?” I asked with narrowed eyes, feeling anger grow in my chest along with the hurt and fear that was consuming me slowly.Dr. Martin cleared his throat and looked away, “I didn’t say those words, you did,” He said in an obvious tone. Then he brought his hands out of his white coat and walked out of his office, leaving me practically shaking with anger behind him.After a few seconds, I finally calmed my fear for my son, Cole.I had to be level headed for him.He was my only reason for living currently, if anything were to happen to him—For the nth time that morning, I held back my tears, squaring my shoulders as I finally left the doctors office and made my way to my son’s hospital room.When I pushed open the door, I felt drained of all my energy as I saw all of those tubes sticking out of my baby. He was so small compared to the life saving machines that surrounded him. His usual bright electric blue eyes were closed shut and his once beautiful olive skin was pale, despite being so young, his cheeks were hollowed and the more I started at him, the more my heart broken into a thousand pieces. I longed to see those eyes look up at me with bright innocence yet again and his smile when he saw Enzo or a toy.Enzo was at the bedside, his face buried in his palms and his foot silently tapping on the floor, no doubt exhausted from the countless hours he’d spent by Cole's side.He was such a blessing.I wished I could do more for him as a friend rather than always giving him reasons to worry.His sensitive nose picked up my scent from the door and his head raised to look at her.His blond hair was in slight disarray and his brown eyes had dark circles beneath them, yet he managed a smile as he stood up the second his eyes took in my shaken state.He didn’t ask any questions before pulling me into a warm hug, it took all the strength I had in me to hold back my tears as I let his warmth encompass her.“They said I have to get his father for the blood transfusion…after all it is a genetic illness,” I whispered into his chest, fear seeping into my tone and my legs shaking. Saying those words out loud made everything seem real.I felt Enzo stiffen and then pull back to look down at her, in his eyes equally conflicted emotions as he held my shoulders.“We have to do it for him, Andrea,” He nods, “You're going to have to contact him,”I took in a sharp intake of breath, my legs nearly losing it’s strength as the reality of my situation sunk in.After that night, after seeing his face, those blue eyes and hearing his name…I knew I couldn’t ever meet with him again.When I found out I was pregnant, I felt it was my second chance at life but going to that family would take that second chance away, so I fled, running away from everything the second my parents kicked me out of the house.Enzo helped me set everything up in a new city, my omega status still mattered here but at least I was free.For two years, I’ve been.Until now.Cole was just two years and three months old, he didn’t deserve all the pain he was going through.“They'll…” I breathed, “He'll kill me if he finds out I kept this from him or worse, why would he help me? Why would he want a child birthed by an omega?”“I,” Enzo called out with an expression that was strangely calm, “I will make sure nothing happens to you…you have to remember this isn’t about you, but Cole,”Yes, for Cole.For Cole I would do anything, I would willingly get on my knees and beg just for him to be okay.I loved my son more than life itself, I have spent the past two years being a completely different person, a much more happier person because of my son.I couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.Even if it meant getting in contact with the Vincenzo family again.“Do you have a way to contact him?” Enzo asked as he pulled away and sat back down with a heavy sigh. He was obviously exhausted and I felt so guilty for it.I shook my head, “I don’t,” I fiddled with my fingers, “But I do have his nephew’s number…I’m—I guess I’ll have to start with him,”My blood ran cold after that final sentence.I heard Enzo grit his teeth in anger, he was remembering the incident from two years ago.So was I.It was still fresh in my mind and sometimes I still felt deep pangs in my chest from the rejection.Now I had to call Luke.How was I going to explain the situation to him?How was I going to tell him that I had a child for his uncle?ASPEN I let out a long lengthy sigh, audible enough to garner the attention of everyone sitting at the large dining table with him. Secretly I wished I never planned this so called family dinner, but I was pressured by my mother and the goddess knows I am unable to say no to that woman. He could feel my wolf restless though, barely beneath the surface, itching to show himself and end the long and trying meeting filled with ass kissers and fake smiles. Everyone’s eyes were on me now, it was almost eerie how every single one of my uncles and nephews and nieces along with my cousins all had blue eyes, it was like being stared down by a bunch of winter spirits. It was fucking uncomfortable. “Did you have something to say, uncle?” My least favorite relative, Luke asked. I'd noticed the man had come in with a smug expression and it had stayed on his face all through dinner , he had something he was itching to tell the family and I had no doubt that just like everything else that came o
For the first time in two years, I was standing right in front of him, the both of them actually. These two men changed the course of my life three years ago and I’d sworn the day Cole was born that there would never be a reason for me to stand in this position. Begging. Pleading. I had to put my pride aside for my son but how much was it going to cost me? I feared it would be more than I could afford and more than I bargained for. A part of me began to regret saying no to Enzo when he had offered to come along for support but I had declined, not wanting to stretch him too thin after all he’d done for me in the past few months. Now I was all alone in the lion’s den with false confidence as I met those striking blue eyes of his. “He's mine?” Aspen asked again, this time with a dangerous drop in his deep voice as the look in his eyes slowly morphed into what seemed to be rage. My breath words caught up in my tightened throat and I pursed my lips, staring down at my feet, cheeks he
Going back to the hospital felt like I was embarking on a dangerous journey, my breath was caught up in my throat as I sat at the back of the taxi, my eyes closed as I tried to control my breathing, my heart pounding so fast in my chest that it hurt. The adrenaline I had walked into the Vincenzo manor with had faded away and all that was left was all the pent-up fear I managed not to show in front of him. Aspen. His presence was almost suffocating, and talking to him felt like speaking to a brick wall on fire, nothing was getting through to him and I couldn’t get any closer either. I had expected to see sympathy in his eyes, a hint of attraction. But I guess that was just selfishness on my part, hoping the man would be different from what I expected, hoping there would be a semblance of the man I had spent a night with. But. Nothing. Now I was on my way back to the hospital because Enzo had sent me a text saying he had something urgent to attend to and he had to leave Cole's sid
The past three years, away from my pack and my parents have been the best years of my life, I enrolled in a part-time college while I did some freelancing jobs that enabled me to stay home with my son on the days I had no classes, when I wasn’t available, Enzo would be there. For three years, every decision I’ve made and every action I’ve taken was to escape my past, I planned to travel overseas, to where only humans reside, where they wouldn’t take one look at me, smell an omega, and scrunch up their faces with disgust. I hoped to find a place in the woods, far from civilization where I would be able to connect to my wolf more, to finally feel that connection I’ve never felt since the day Luke rejected me—For the past three years, I’ve been like a plastic bag floating in the wind just so I can achieve every goal, my head was always down and my answers were always yes, just so I could get past it all, just so my son will have a chance at a life that I never did. Then Cole fell sick
It took Aspen one phone call and twenty minutes later to change the doctor in charge of Cole’s treatment and kick Dr. Martin out of the room. Something told me the man wouldn’t be keeping his job but I couldn’t bring myself to care much. After going into the bathroom and fixing my hair until I looked presentable again, I sat by Cole's bedside and sent a few texts to Enzo, informing him of the changes but stayed silent about how the doctor hurt me. Last thing I wanted was for another doctor to get fired because of me. Aspen had called me the mother of his child, yet, even as they came to draw his blood to check if he was compatible with Cole, he asked them to run a paternity test in the process. The new female doctor they’d put in charge seemed to be a bit shocked by his request and her gaze drifted to mine a few times. She didn’t dare say no to him, it didn’t bother me one bit either because I knew what the results were going to be. In the next few hours while we waited for the
I stood there stunned, unable to process the doctor's words as Aspen took the paper from her hand. My eyes were glued to him as he read over the results, no hint of emotion on his face. "Thank you, doctor," he said dismissively. "You may begin prepping my son for the transfusion." My son. The words sent a shard of ice through my heart. "Wait just a minute," I said, finally finding my voice. "You can't just take him away from me. I'm his mother!" I exclaimed, my heart pounding so fast in my chest that I could barely breathe. Aspen turned his frosty gaze on me. "And now that I have been confirmed as his father, I have every right to take him. You kept this from me for three years. Be grateful I don't take legal action against you of do something worse,” Aspen uttered, his eyes narrowed and gaze kept on me. "Grateful?!" I cried. "How dare you! I was trying to protect him!" My clenched fists were trembling at my sides as I started at the man’s dangerously attractive face. This was e
The sedan pulled through an imposing iron gate and proceeded up a long, winding driveway, lined with towering oak trees. I gazed out the window in awe as an enormous mansion came into view, made of stone and brick, with countless windows and a wide front courtyard. The house looked like something that was built centuries ago yet still stood, it gave me a bad feeling. It was like something out of a movie. The Vincenzo estate was clearly designed to intimidate and impress. I shuddered to think about what waited for me behind those walls. The mansion seemed to be cut off from the big city and of course it was surrounded by a thick forest with only one path for a car. The perfect place to end a life, I thought to myself in dread. The car glided to a stop at the front steps leading up to a set of grand double doors. Before I could react, the man was grabbing my arm again, ushering me out of the vehicle."This way," he murmured, guiding me along the side of the mansion. We passed we
ASPENThe sound of the lock sliding into place gave me a sense of satisfaction. With Andrea secured, I could focus my attention where it belonged – on my son. I strode briskly through the pack house that has been in my family for centuries, towards the medical wing I had asked to be prepared for Cole’s arrival. Once I was sure the transfusion was a success and there were no complications, I was here to tell Andrea of my intentions. Yet as I walked, an uncomfortable feeling settled over me. I tried to brush it off, but Andrea’s devastated face lingered in my mind.Perhaps I had been overly harsh with her. But I quickly dismissed the thought. My actions were justified given how she had hidden my own child from me. To think I’d gone years thinking I would never have a child of my own yet she hid such a life changing truth from me? What was her reason? What did she stand to gain? No, any twinges of guilt were surely just vain attraction towards the woman. Andrea was cunning, manipu