AmeliaI glanced at her, wondering if I should clear the air about my relationship with Alpha Waylen.But ultimately, I decided against it. It was better that Freya kept her thoughts to herself, rather than potentially revealing something that could complicate matters further.I didn't want her asking questions that would turn out to be difficult to answer, it was better she kept fantasizing. Instead, I turned to her and asked, "Tell me about yourself, Freya. I don't know much about you."Freya's eyes lit up with excitement, as if she had been waiting for me to ask. "Oh, I thought you'd never ask," she exclaimed, a smile spreading across her face. "Well, where do I start?"I chuckled at her enthusiasm, gesturing for her to continue."Start from the beginning, or wherever you want," I replied, settling down on the couch and motioning for her to join me.Freya took a seat beside me, tucking her legs underneath her as she began to speak."Well, I come from a long line of servants who ha

Amelia's POV “What?.” I asked him, slightly shocked at his request. I smiled nervously, looking Into his eyes to see if something was wrong, maybe I did something that made him want to know… or his question connected to what happened a few hours ago. “Are you okay?.” He asked, he probably had noticed the nervous look in my eyes and how suddenly uncomfortable I had become, but he didn't seem like he was going to change his mind about anything. "Why do you suddenly want to know about my past?" I asked, trying to hide the discomfort in my voice. His sudden interest in my history caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what had prompted this change in topic.Alpha Waylen smiled from where he was still seated, he looked calm and in control of the moment. "I've been meaning to ask you," he admitted softly, his tone sincere. "But I wanted you to settle in first, to feel comfortable enough to share."I smiled awkwardly and nodded. I wanted to give him the indication that I

Alpha Kayden “What are you going to do to her?.” Julius asked me as we stepped into my office. I walked straight towards the couch and sat down on it. My breath was becoming labored, I couldn't focus. I had never failed before in anything, and now I had failed woefully in finding out where Amelia was, if she was alive or dead I couldn't tell. “I don't know.” I said to Julius, looking up to him from where I was. He walked towards the couch and sat down on a chair that was by the side. “What do you mean you don't know?.” he asked me. I could hear the disappointment in his voice. He wasn't asking because he wanted to know if I was going to punish her, he wanted to know what type of punishment I had for her. I was thinking, I couldn't get myself to talk, Ramona was the last person on my mind. “She's not important.” I whispered under my breath. I could see his face changing. He was trying his best to keep his cool, but I knew he was at the edge. “Well, she disobeyed you and to

Amelia's POVAlmost nine months has passed since I escaped from the Paxon pack and from Alpha Kayden to the Blue moon pack, I was concerned about was a place to stay and survive. Finding my place in the Blue moon pack had not been easy, even with the help of Alpha Waylen, it still seemed.. I still felt like I didn't belong, but that was something I couldn't tell anyone, and emotion and thought that I had to bury. I sat by the window in my room, the air cold and the sun hidden behind the clouds, the sight was peaceful, something I had come to love about Blue moon pack.My stomach had grown larger than any normal pregnancy, and it seemed to grow every single day, I was well beyond the dye date, but I hadn't felt labour pains. “What are you up to Kayden?.” I muttered under my breath, his name on my lips felt like poison, but one that wouldn't kill but touture. Despite being comfortable in blue moon pack, thoughts of him still occupied my mind, he was the only person outside of here th

Amelia's POV “Push!,” I heard faintly, the sound echoing in my mind like an unconscious howl. “Come on Amelia.” A strange voice echoed again. It was supposed to be in a tone of motivation, but it didn't feel like it. Maybe it was, I couldn't tell because I was fighting for my life and that of my children. I was in the bed, and my body was vibrating in pain. The world around me seemed to blur into a hazy picture of weird shapes and muffled sounds. The bright light inside the room and right in front of my eyes, added to my misery. I could feel as drops of sweat ran down my forehead as the pain increased. I turned my eyes, a desperate attempt to look around to see if there was someone familiar. The faces around me appeared hazy and blurry, I could only see their white dresses as it matched the brightness of the wall. The clinks and clanks of equipment, and doctors talking under their breath hastily, moving around like headless chickens. “Is she going to make it?” I heard as