Chapter 31
Willow’s POV
Two Years Later
It had been over two years.
I stood on the balcony of the Alpha quarters, with one hand resting on my pregnant belly.
I glanced at my son, William, who was fast asleep in the cot beside me.
His fist was inside his mouth as he sucked gently.
Alastair was in the garden, chasing a ball with a group of pack children. He released a hearty laughter that caused my heart to warm.
Everything was just so peaceful.
I leaned forward slightly to brush William’s hair. “Daddy is having so much fun,” I whispered.
I could still remember the woman I had been two years ago. I had been wounded, and injured. I had felt like the world had taken everything from me.
But now?
Now I had everything I ever needed.
Behind me, the door creaked open. I turned slightly, to see Alastair stepping into the room. He was slightly sweaty from running, but he was grinning widely.
“You left me out there with those little monsters,” he said teasingly as he closed the balcony doors behind him.
“They love you,” I replied with a smirk. “And you love the attention you get from them.”
He walked over, leaned down, and kissed the top of William’s head. “Is he finally asleep?”
“Yes, finally.” I said.
He chuckled, leaning forward to kiss me softly. “Go inside and sit down,” he said.
I allowed him to take William from me gently and watched as he carried him to the nursery with so much softness. My heart melted.
A few minutes later, he returned.
“Come,” he said, grabbing my hand.
I narrowed my eyes at his mysterious expression. “What are you up to?”
“You’ll see.”
He led me down the hall, his hand held mine firmly but gently. We entered our living room, but it had been transformed.
There was a low table in the center with all my favorite foods. There were candles and
flowers everywhere.
blinked, completely shocked.
“You did all this?” I asked softly.
He nodded with a small smile. “You’ve been carrying our second child, raising William, and running a pack when I’m not around. You deserve more than this, but this is a
start.”
I leaned towards him, touched his cheek, and kissed him. “You’re spoiling me.”
“That’s the plan,” he said with a grin as he guided me to sit down.
He helped me get comfortable on the couch, then handed me a plate.
We ate, talked and laughed about everything.
When we finished eating, and I leaned back into the couch, I finally said something that had been on my mind for a while.
“I heard what happened to Silas.”
Alastair didn’t say anything, but I could feel him tense slightly.
“Some patrols found his body near the pack’s border last winter,” I continued. “He was ripped apart. The rogues must have gotten to him after he left the wedding.”
Alastair nodded once. “He was injured and alone. He was prey.”
There was no sign of triumph in his eyes, just indifference. He didn’t care.
I swallowed. “And Ana?”
Alastair looked at me, then he sighed with an unreadable expression on his face. “She took her own life. A few weeks ago, she slit her wrists in the cell. She left a note.”
“What did it say?”
He shrugged. “She hates everyone, and blames you for her problems.”
I exhaled deeply. I didn’t know how to feel. I wasn’t happy, and I wasn’t sad either. I just felt nothing.
“I love you,” I murmured, leaning my head against his shoulder.
He kissed me softly. “And I’ll love you until my last breath.”
We sat there for a long time as a comfortable silence fell between us.
Eventually, he placed his hand gently on my stomach. “Do you think it’s a girl this time? You predicted it right the last time.”
“Yes,” I said with a laugh. “I think it’s a girl.”
His eyes brightened, and he grinned. “Oh, I can’t wait.”
“She’s going to be strong,” he said. “And stubborn like her mother.”
“And soft-hearted like her father,” I teased gently.
He scoffed. “Soft-hearted? Me?”
I smiled. “You’re worse than me. You cry during sad movies.”
“That happened once. And the movie was very emotional.”
I giggled as he shook his head in mock defeat, but I saw the happiness in his eyes.
I rested my head on his shoulder, still smiling.
As I sat there beside the man I loved, with our son asleep and our daughter growing inside me, I was filled with so much peace at that moment.
This was the life I had always prayed for, and now I had it.
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