Alexander’s POV
I stand outside the ward, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch the flurry of activity inside. Sophia is in there, surrounded by doctors and nurses, their faces etched with concentration. I can see her strained expression, the lines of pain etched upon her face, and it tears at my soul. Mixed emotions swirl within me, and I’m consumed by worry and a sense of guilt that gnaws at me relentlessly.
Since I’ve been the alpha of the Shadow Pack, I have never been so conflicted. To succeed my grandfather, I must have an heir before i turn 35, which is why I found a surrogate. I have never been interested in marriage, nor do i have the patience to deal with women. But I can’t help feeling touched and worried as I watch her from outside the glass window of the emergency room.
I know she must feel deserted being alone in there, and I want to stand by her and give her strength. Instead, I’m standing on the other side of these cold, sterile walls, helpless and filled with conflicting emotions.
Each cry that escapes the room slices through me like a dagger. I clench my fists, my knuckles turning white, as I imagine the pain she must be enduring. I’m sure it must hurt really bad since she is a human, and at times, I can’t help wondering if her body can take it.
The guilt weighs heavily on me. It’s as if my presence in her life has somehow caused her to endure this excruciating pain.
Just as I’m lost in my thoughts, Ethan returns, interrupting my contemplation. His voice breaks through the turmoil inside me, calling my attention to an urgent situation.
“Alpha, there’s a situation at the pack,” Ethan informs me with a sense of urgency.
I turn my gaze towards him, my mind still consumed with worry for Sophia. “I’ll deal with everything later, Ethan,” I reply, my voice filled with a mix of determination and concern.
Ethan looks at me, understanding the weight of my emotions. His eyes flicker with a combination of empathy and assurance. “Everything will be okay. We’ll handle it. You focus on the babies.”
I nod and walk toward the window to look even more closely. Just then, there is a sudden cry of a baby, and I watch the doctor cradle a small baby, handing him to a nurse.
“The baby is out!” The doctor announces.
Relief washes over me as I hear the doctor’s voice, confirming that the first baby is out and safe. But the mention of another baby catches me off guard. The scan only showed one baby, and the possibility of there being another surprises me.
Nerves grip me tightly as my eyes instantly search for Sophia. She looks tired and weak, but her determination is unwavering as she continues to push. I can see the sweat glistening on her forehead, her body trembling from the exertion. It breaks my heart to see her in pain, and I wish there was something more I could do to ease her suffering.
The doctor’s voice echoes through the room, urging Sophia to keep pushing. I stand by her side, offering my hand for her to squeeze if she needs it. The room feels charged with anticipation, and I hold my breath, waiting for the moment when our second child will be born.
And then, after what feels like an eternity, the room is filled with another cry. A wave of relief floods over me as the doctor announces the safe arrival of the second baby. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders.
Ethan steps forward, a congratulatory smile on his face. “Congratulations, Alpha.”
I am too delighted to respond, but the most crucial thing was to check on Sophia. I can see she is very shocked about the appearance of the children.
I quickly stride toward her and catch her as she is about to collapse. “Sophia…”
She looks up at me and mutters, “Alexander… the children…”
And then, she faints in my arms.
I feel a surge of panic course through me as Sophia faints in my arms. Gently, I lay her back onto the bed, my mind racing with worry and confusion. The doctor rushes over, assessing her condition.
“She’s just exhausted,” the doctor assures me, checking Sophia’s vitals. “The labour was intense, and she needs rest. She should wake up after having enough rest.”
Relief washes over me, mingled with concern for Sophia’s well-being. I stand by her side, watching over her as she lies peacefully, her face serene in her slumber.
Glancing at the nurse holding our newborns, I can’t help but feel a mix of emotions swirling within me. The sight of those small, wolf-like cubs brings both joy and uncertainty.
Even though I may have to leave and will never see her again, they are the reminder of the six months she and I have spent together.
Approaching the nurse, I gently reach out and take one of the babies into my arms. The tiny creature stirs, its eyes blinking open, revealing a shade of vibrant blue. I’m captivated by the innocence and vulnerability I see in those eyes, and a deep sense of protectiveness surges within me.
Staring at the baby in my arms, I realize that nothing could have prepared me for this moment. The sudden reality of fatherhood hits me like a tidal wave, and I’m filled with a sense of awe and responsibility.
I turn to the nurse. “Thank you for taking care of them,” I express sincerely.
She nods, returning the smile. “It was my pleasure, Alpha. They are precious little ones.”
Returning to Sophia’s side, I take a seat beside her, my gaze shifting between her peaceful face and the baby in my arms. I can’t help but wonder how Sophia will react when she wakes up and sees the children for the first time. There are so many questions that I can’t provide answers to, but for now, the most important thing is for her to rest and regain her strength.
Hours pass by, and the room remains calm and serene. The sound of Sophia’s steady breathing provides a comforting backdrop. Just as my eyelids begin to grow heavy with fatigue, I hear a soft murmur, a gentle stirring from the bed.
“Sophia,” I say softly, finding my voice laced with relief and affection. “You’re awake.”
Her eyes flutter open, and she blinks a few times, adjusting to the light. Confusion briefly clouds her features before realization dawns upon her. She glances at the baby in my arms, and a mixture of surprise and tenderness fills her eyes.
“Alexander,” she murmurs, her voice still weak from exhaustion. “They are twins?”
I nod gently, and I can see her head recline as though she needs to regain strength.
When she looks up again, her tired eyes flicker between me and the two babies beside her. “But… why…?”
I understand her confusion, her mind grappling with the presence of the wolf-like features on the children and all the things that were associated with their birth.
With a pale face, she questions, “How come they were born so quickly? It was just… four months.”
She looks really exhausted and as though she may faint again any moment from then on. I know her mind must be going haywire, but I have no way to explain to her.
After all, I can’t possibly start explaining that I am a werewolf, thus making our children one too.
I look at her. “Sleep more. You look like you could faint any moment from now.”
She pauses. “But…”
I can tell she is worried I will disappear after she sleeps, and I can’t help but feel bad, knowing that is exactly what I intend to do.
“Sleep first,” I persuade with a hint of finality in my tone and as she is probably so exhausted to even argue with me, she lays back down and doze off once more.
The room falls into a hushed silence as Sophia succumbs to sleep once again. I sit by her bedside watching her as her chest rises and falls in a rhythmic manner. The children have already been taken away to another ward and it is high time I leave as stipulated by the contract.
But I can’t help the feeling of unwillingness that grows on me knowing it will break her to wake up and find out we’ve all disappeared.
Lost in my thoughts, I fail to notice Ethan’s return to the room until he speaks up, his voice filled with concern. “Alpha, we need to discuss pack matters. It’s urgent.”
I tear my gaze away from Sophia, knowing that I can’t put it off any longer. Our words are far apart and it is best I leave as agreed and not bring her pain.
“I will be there shortly,” I reply. “But make sure the doctors know not to disturb her until she wakes up.”
Ethan nods understandingly before leaving the room. With a heavy heart, I lean over and press a gentle kiss on Sophia’s forehead.
“Goodbye,” I whisper to her before turning around decisively and leaving the room.