The nurse provides her with one, and she examines her daughter’s eyes using it. She appears to possess knowledge of her actions and discourse. She is not concussed. The pupils are normal.
She places her light down. “Come to mother,” she softly calls to her daughter. Her daughter is no longer crying frequently. They appear to have significantly alleviated her agitation. She exhibits great kindness towards her child. I experience discomfort in my chest at the thought of my partner having a child with another individual. This ought to be my daughter, and we should engage in this activity collectively.
I observe her gaze directed at the baby’s father, accompanied by a smile as she remarks, “I believe you were more apprehensive than Alyssa,” she jests, igniting a surge of anger within me.
I observe her gaze directed at the baby’s father, accompanied by a smile as she remarks, “I believe you were more apprehensive than Alyssa,” in a teasing manner, which incites a surge of rage within me.
“Although you appeared composed externally, I can discern that you were anxious internally as well,” he counters.
“As the Gamma, shouldn’t you excel at maintaining composure in high-pressure scenarios?”She smiles.
He is the Gamma. Contemplation. His stature and demeanour indicated to me that he was a ranked wolf.
“Packing is trivial compared to witnessing my princess weeping with a bloodied face,” he places one arm around Celine’s back and the other around Alyssa, leaning down to kiss Alyssa’s head. Celine did not withdraw from his touch.
Celine concurs.
Upon finishing the kiss with Alyssa, he rests his head against hers while maintaining his hand on Celine’s back, gently rubbing it. What is happening? I pivot and exit. Expletive! I no longer feel inclined to engage in social gatherings. I remove my garments and reposition myself.
I transform into my large, solid black wolf. I must run and manage the impulse to decapitate that Gamma. I am irate. I have waited for years to find my mate, and we share this profound moment; I believe she is destined for me. However, she appears to have become engrossed in the experience, as she has selected another mate and they have a child together. It feels as though my heart is being torn from my chest.
Celine’s Perspective
Brandon and I are consoling Alyssa when I hear a growl followed by a door slamming. Having regained my composure, I detect the scent of my mate. Did he arrive here? “Pardon me, who just forcefully closed the door?”I enquire of a nurse.
“I am uncertain of his identity.”
“Did you observe him?” “
She affirms, “Tall, quite large, dark-haired, very attractive, blue suit,-”
“excrement!”“I murmur, immediately sensing the tears prick my eyes.”
“What is the issue?”Brandon enquires anxiously.
I discovered my partner this evening. I lacked the opportunity to inform him about Alyssa. He clearly perceived it, resulting in him slamming the door. He departed. “He does not desire me,” I state, and a sob escapes my lips.
“I apologise, Celine,” Brandon embraces me.
I acknowledge, “Contemplating his loss was simpler when I was unfamiliar with him, his scent, and his touch.”
“That is excessive, Celine,” Brandon interjects. “If he departs due to Alyssa, he is not deserving of your affection.” Are you aware of his reaction now? Would you transport her to the fire station if you had the opportunity to return?“He inquires.”
“What?” Negative!I expelled.
“Precisely!” Disregard him. It is his detriment. Seek a suitable man whose partner has passed away, rejected him, or experienced a similar circumstance. Alyssa is your fate, as you have stated. If that poses an issue for him, he is not suited to be part of your life. Is that correct?“He is correct, and I assent.”
“You are correct.” “Thank you,” I say, wiping away my tears. We attended to Alyssa’s injuries and applied a band-aid prior to the doctor’s arrival. I will put this small doll to bed. You return to the ball. Enjoy yourself.
I do not wish to depart from either of you!”
“Brandon, I am going home to retire for the night.” Engage in enjoyable activities!I assert my demand and gesture with my hands in a shoo motion.
I awaken to small hands on my face and Alyssa’s beaming visage. I hold deep affection for her and firmly support my decision. She is destined to be my own. The clock indicates 7:11 AM. The games commence at 10 am, while registration begins at 9:30 am. A breakfast buffet is scheduled for 8:30 am at the packhouse; however, I will not be attending.
