I compulsively acted and went to grab my baby from her arms. She stuck the needle in Lana’s arm and she screeched in pain. Mara’s hand shook as she pressed down and it yanked down her baby arm, cutting skin. I felt everything blur as a blood trail formed on her arm. I reached out to take my baby but I was beaten to it.
A tall figure blurred passed me with a familiar growl and knocked her over, tackling Mara to the ground. I screamed as I saw my baby go down and I reached to grab her but the person beat me to it again, protectively grabbing her.
Zachary.
He pressed her body to the floor and swiftly stood up, towering over her with a dark aura, pressing his foot on her chest as he held Lana’s screaming body to him. He glanced at my heaving self that was an inch away from them, his dark eyes standing out.
I flinched as Lana screeched out, her blood getting all over her baby blue shirt and on Zachary’s arm.
“Violet,” he spoke out and I immediately reached my shaky hands out to grab Lana’s thrashing body, “here. Lee’s on his way, go to the pack house.” I nodded and Mara screamed out, scratching at his leg, and Zachary put more weight down on her, she coughed out.
I felt like I was moving too slow as I scooped up Layton, holding back tears as I ran out of the door and down the steps, I almost collided with Benlyam, Milan trailing behind him.
He grabbed my shoulder and growled when he saw Lana and Layton.
“B-Bee,” I whispered as he quickly dragged us to the pack house and we were automatically met with Reseda and the midwife.
They took the twins and got to work to help them. Benlyam forced me to wash the blood off my hands and even offered me his shirt, I just shook my head. I was trembling and I felt like I couldn’t speak.
I could feel Benlyam was bothered by this but he didn’t blame it on me, far from it. Milan was sitting in the waiting room, confused and angry that his wife would do that to his grandkids.
She wasn’t going to live, Benlyam already told me, and even if he didn’t, I would make sure of it. I was keeping all my tears in, it burned my throat.
“Fl-” Benlyam was cut off as Reseda and our midwife came out with the twins. We were in the room but they had to take them quickly to wrap them. I almost freaked on them.
“Alpha, Luna,” they nodded and I waved them off, standing up, more concerned with my babies than some formalities.
They had to be okay. A God told me so. He could’ve lied but I refused to tell myself that at this point. I had to cling on to any news I could and that was my hope.
I reached for them, almost snatching their tiny, confused bodies from their arms. They gave them over with no hassle and Benlyam wrapped an arm around me, pulling me into him. I looked at them for information.
“They are both fine,” the midwife started.
“Lana does have a small cut on her, but it’ll heal fine. Layton had nothing injected into him, he’s just shaken,” I breathed out and felt myself slightly relax. “Lana, however, is very lucky. She had a lot shot in her, and if not for her Alpha blood, she probably wouldn’t have made it.”
The guilt I had smashed down on me and I wanted to break down then and there. I looked down at my babies. I swallowed. Lana’s big brown eyes held so much fear in them and Layton looked so confused. Both traumatized because of what just happened, but happy I had them.
I wanted to go home and never let go of my kids ever again. I wanted Benlyam, the twins, and I to stay in our room forever, never being bothered, and never leaving each other.
I didn’t listen for the rest, Benlyam did. He led me out of the room and into the waiting room where Milan was. He stood up, worried, and looking between me and the babies.
“Are they okay?” he asked and Benlyam nodded.
“They’re fine. Just in time,” I bit my lip and he rubbed my arm, continuing. “We’re gonna head home. It’s getting late anyway.”
“Of course,” Milan agreed. “Violet, are you okay?” he asked softly.
I nodded, avoiding words because I felt like if I spoke I’d burst out crying.
“And Mara? She’s done?” Benlyam growled slightly and the twins fussed slightly at the sound and he shut up, hating his babies crying.
“Yes.” He answered simply, not interested in talking about the girl who put his pups’ lives in danger.
“Good,” Milan muttered and bid goodbyes as we made our way out of the pack house and to our home. I wanted to be home.
It was a quiet walk and I was still shaking. It’d blame it on the weather but we knew that wasn’t the reason. He ended up taking Layton from me. Maybe it was because he was heavier than Lana or not, I’m not sure but I didn’t care because I knew he’s safe with his father.
We opened the front door and I quickly looked in the living room just to make sure she wasn’t still here. She wasn’t. I breathed out and Zachary came out from the kitchen just as Benlyam and I were about to go upstairs.
I would forever be grateful to him.
I stopped, “thank you,” I told him. My voice came out cracky and I cleared my throat.
“Don’t mention it,” he shrugged off before Benlyam took me upstairs.
I silently fed the kids and put them to bed, then got myself ready. I crawled on the side of the bed and turned on my side. Benlyam came in shortly after I laid down and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Flower?” he softly spoke. He comfortably rubbed his hand on my covered stomach as he pulled up the sheets to cover me.
“Yeah?” I swallowed.
“How are you feeling? You’ve been pretty quiet?” he questioned me tenderly.
“Fine,” I lied and he let it go as I forced myself to bed only to wake up hours later. It was about two in the morning. I looked over at the twins who were silently sleeping. I frowned and turned on my back, glancing at Benlyam who was asleep.
I breathed out as I slipped his arm from my waist, tried to, he just kept it protectively there. Even in his sleep, he didn’t want to let me go. I frowned. I hated today.
What did I do? What did I ever do? Why did my mother hate me? She didn’t even deserve to be called that. Family wasn’t based on blood because there was no way she could give birth to me yet do that. How can you even hate your child? Unconditional love, it’s simple. I feel it with my twins and even Benlyam.
What did I do?
Tears blurred my eyesight and I closed my eyes and bit my lip to keep quiet, I didn’t want to wake anyone up. Was it how I looked? Was it my body? I’ve been gaining weight and, yeah, it wasn’t easy and it’s taking a lot of patience but I’m getting there.
I’m doing well.
A sob was building up in my throat, causing it to burn and I had to swallow it all back.
I was trying and sometimes it felt like I was doing a good job. My mate didn’t hate me and my kids liked me. I didn’t even have love as a child but that wasn’t an excuse, I just gave them the love and care I needed when I was younger.
I was so wrapped up in my own depression to notice Benlyam woke up. His grip tightened and I tried to push his arm away so I could turn away but he wasn’t going to have that.
“Flower?” he asked, his voice deep from his sleepy state. Attractive. I brought my hand up to wipe my tears away like I was trying to get rid of the evidence. “Hey, why are you crying?”