Chapter 50

Sarah was in the bedroom, sitting by Kathy's bed, but she went to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar for a short while. Kathy gradually opened her eyes and sat up, gazing around the room as she attempted to figure out her location. The last thing she remembered was going up the stairs before losing consciousness. Kathy was about to get out of bed, but she didn't see Anthony or Sarah as she uncovered herself; she heard the toilet flush and the sound of running water. After Sarah turned off the bathroom light, she returned to the room and saw Kathy sitting up, as if she were about to get out of bed.

Sarah spoke, "Kathy, are you alright?"

"Yes," Kathy wondered, "Where could Anthony be?"

Sarah said, "Alpha Anthony and Miles went downstairs to speak with King Frances."

Before Sarah could finish her sentence, Kathy's face grew pale and her hand flew to her stomach. A wave of nausea swept over her, sudden and overwhelming. She barely managed to whisper, "I don't feel so good," before stumbling off the bed and rushing into the bathroom, the urgency carrying her straight to the toilet. Sarah followed quickly, concern etched in her features, moving to kneel beside Kathy. With gentle hands, Sarah gathered Kathy's hair, holding it back to keep it away from her face as Kathy retched, her breaths ragged and uneven.

Sarah murmured soothing words, her presence steady and reassuring amidst the turmoil, waiting patiently until the episode passed. The bathroom was filled with the quiet hum of the exhaust fan and the occasional sound of running water. After a few moments, Kathy slumped against the cool porcelain, exhausted but grateful for Sarah’s support. Sarah reached for a washcloth, dampened it under the faucet, and pressed it to Kathy’s forehead, offering comfort as Kathy tried to steady herself.

"Kathy, when was the last time you had your period?"

Kathy started to think as she remembered her last period; considering they never used protection, could she be pregnant? It couldn't be because…their intimate encounters always happened on her safe day.

"Sarah, you mustn’t reveal this to your mate or Anthony until I have confirmation of the pregnancy,"

“You know, Kathy, I can’t conceal this from my mate," Sarah admitted.

"Please Sarah, I beg you. My stomach has been turning all day, I'm scared, I don't know if I'm pregnant."

"You are aware that Anthony will discover your pregnancy,"

“Wait. How?”

"When a woman becomes pregnant, her smell changes, and her mate is the only one who notices."

Kathy was about to get off the floor until she Sarah's eyes glaze over, probably Miles mind-linking her to tell her what was going on in the conference room. King Frances wasn’t happy with what he sees the videos. Sarah's eyes went back to normal and then look at Kathy.

“They want us downstairs,”

Kathy and Sarah got off the floor leaving out of the bathroom, until she went into her bag to pull out her cellphone the one is turned off, she turns it back on as she waiting for load then she notices that the glasses that Alpha Samuel was drinking out of it with his DNA. She got over 100+ texting messages from her father and step-sister, even from an unknown number. She scrolled down the message and saw the unknown number she opens that text message from Amy.

“Kathy, Alpha Anthony and your pictures are all over the news. Alpha Noah suspects Anthony was responsible for the death of his mate. Nonetheless, everyone believes he is fabricating the story, and his parents are attempting to conceal the truth. Heading into a hotel my mate suggested, I left the packland; if you're reading this. "I hope you stay safe," she texted.

Kathy didn’t even look at the other text message, she just put her phone back into her bag and closed it. After Sarah and Kathy left the bedroom; a guard came up to them.

“Come and follow me to the conference room,” said the guard

Feeling hungry again, Kathy's stomach rumbled, and the only thing she wanted was food; as they neared the door, it swung open, and they entered, closing it behind them. Anthony rose from his chair, walked towards Kathy, and gently stroked her cheek while gazing into her eyes, noticing the paleness of her face. The tension in the room was palpable, voices low and eyes darting from one person to the next. Kathy could feel the weight of Anthony’s touch—soft, yet charged with questions neither dared to speak aloud. She tried to muster a smile, but the ache in her belly and the exhaustion swirling in her mind made it impossible.

Sarah lingered at her side; concern etched across her features. The conference table was ringed with figures—King Frances, and others whose faces blurred in Kathy’s peripheral vision. The guard closed the door behind them, and the click seemed to echo in the uneasy silence.

Anthony bent closer, his voice a gentle whisper meant only for her. “Are you alright?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, my love,” said Kathy

Anthony and Kathy were near, so close they could feel each other's presence. Even though Anthony bore a striking resemblance to King Frances, Kathy stayed silent, though her stomach rumbled loudly.

Anthony announced, "Let me present King Theo of Misty Tower, who resides at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, as well as King Seth, the vampire king, and King France, ruler of the Lycans and werewolves."

"King Seth, you must be Amy's Mate, correct?"

King Seth’s lips curled into a slight, almost sheepish smile, his eyes flashing with a hint of amusement as the low murmur of the room paused to hear his reply.

“Oh, no, I don’t have a mate yet. You must be talking about my advisor, Leo Brent. You know Amy?” said Seth, tilting his head curiously toward King Frances before glancing sidelong at Kathy, as if searching for confirmation.

“Yes, I do. I met her in the packhouse when she was getting yelled at by the head omega. Then she was bullied by the other omegas, who made her do their work instead of their own,” Kathy replied quietly, her eyes flickering with memory and a flush of empathy.

A ripple of discomfort moved around the table, the mention of mistreatment stinging the air with a sudden tension. King Seth’s brow furrowed, the playful glint in his eyes vanishing, replaced by a thoughtful concern.

“That’s troubling to hear,” he said, his tone subdued. “No wolf deserves to be treated that way, especially not in a place meant to be a sanctuary.”

King Frances nodded, his expression darkening. “The packhouse should be a home, not a prison. Perhaps it is time for change, and for those in power to see what truly happens under their watch.”

“It seems this has been going on for some time, starting with Noah’s lies. We need to hold him accountable. Samuel wants your land, King Seth. That’s why Alpha Samuel brought Maria back to the packhouse and tried to break the mated bond. We have to act,” Kathy said.

King Frances’s voice cut through the tension, gentle yet commanding. “I understand your worries. Anthony told us everything that is going on at The Silverstone Pack. We have to wait and see what the plan is going to be.”

A hush briefly fell over the gathering, the weight of responsibility settling like dust in the sunlight. Anthony’s jaw tightened as he interlaced his fingers, eyes seeking reassurance from the others arrayed around the great table.

Kathy nodded, exhaling softly, her courage flickering in her gaze. “I just hope we don’t wait too long. Amy—and every omega under Samuel’s rule—deserves better,” she murmured, her words trembling with a quiet conviction.

King Theo, silent until now, leaned forward, his presence grave and oceanic. “The tides may be slow, but they are relentless. If action is to be taken, it must be swift once our course is certain. I’ll rally my allies beneath the waves.”

King Seth regarded each of them, his voice low and resolute. “When the time comes, you can count on the vampire clans. We protect our own—and those who cannot protect themselves.”

King Frances’s eyes narrowed, reflecting a steely resolve. “Then let us gather all the truths, and when the moment arrives, we will strike with unity. For now, we watch, listen, and prepare for justice, and for the future of the Silverstone Pack.”

A new, sharpened resolve pulsed among them, the promise of change glimmering just beyond the uncertain horizon.