Chapter 10

Asher's pov

I walked towards my room, my mood pleasant as I scrolled across the corridors. The image of a certain beauty appeared in my mind. I smile unknowingly as my mood becomes even better.

It had been a few weeks since Amelia came to the castle and things had been going so well. I had arrived that day with the news that I would be penalized for missing the meeting. I didn't care though, it was worth it. That brute Damien probably thought he would enjoy seeing me angry, well, too bad for him.

Surprisingly, he had yet to come to my castle to throw a tantrum. I found it suspicious, after all, it was not like I hid the information about her being here.

I walked into quarters, the events of the last few weeks flashing. I remembered our night in the cabin and her hesitation at my invitation. I remembered our love session, I felt myself boning up at the mere thought of her naked.

I remembered the happiness in my heart as she agreed to move in with me, I genuinely felt happy.

I had to make things right this time, I had to make sure what happened before doesn't repeat itself. I wasn't going to lose someone I love again. I was going to make sure she loved me as much as I loved her.

As for that brute, alpha Damien, I was prepared to do whatever it was that I had to do to make him back off. This time, it won't go the way he wants. I'll make sure to fight him for her if it's got to that.

I remember a long time ago when we were close friends and rivals. We were like brothers, ruling like kings. No other pack could rival us. We were indomitable.

Then she came between us. Haha, classic love triangle cliche. We became a trio, then we became a love triangle.

Isabella has been one of the most beautiful ladies I have known, even now, I still sometimes think of her. Her golden locks, her piercing blue eyes, her full red lips, and her extremely curvaceous body.

She was like a fallen angel sent to torment mortal men and most of all she was mine. Or so I thought until she told me she was in love with Damien. At first, I was heartbroken, the person I loved didn't love me back. I felt my world falling apart.

But then I became confused when she told me she loved me, that she loved both of us and couldn't decide which one to pick. I didn't know whether to be happy to sad, on the one hand, the person I loved loved me back and on the other hand, I had to live with the idea that I would have to share her with someone else.

Even though the other person was Damien, it still didn't sit well with us and as classic teenage boys then, we took it out on each other instead of taking care of the problem by leaving Isabella. Thinking back on it, I guessed it was a good thing she came into our lives, she made us understand that although we were sworn brothers, we had limits to the length we would go to for the other.

And just like that, years of friendship slowly fell apart and now, the only thing keeping us from tearing the other apart is the peace treaty between packs and the fact that we were just too lazy to, neither of us putting the other in sight.

I sighed, my mood getting melancholic as I approached my quarters, on getting there, I noticed Amelia waiting for me, I immediately smiled, trying to brighten up my mood. I didn't want her to see me down.

“Hey,” I said

“Hey.” She smiled back

I approached her, hugging her as we kissed. We stared into each other eyes, seemingly communicating without even speaking a word. I felt at peace with her.

I lean in, resting my head against hers. Our foreheads connected as we closed our eyes. I chuckled, prompting her to chuckle too. Then I close my eyes, listening quietly to her heartbeat.

My brows furrowed in confusion, her heartbeat had a strange echo to it. But why was the echo so weak, it was more like,... Like it belonged to a different being entirely.

My eyes widened as I strained my eyes to listen more, realization dawning upon me as I confirmed my suspicions. She had another person in her. She was pregnant!

But the child's heartbeat was a bit developed, but still, it should be mine right? But, why don't I feel happy? Why does it feel like my world was collapsing again?

I pushed her back, her eyes showing her confusion at my action. I paced in front of her slowly, trying to calm myself. Then I slowly asked,

“Who's child is it?”

Her eyes widened in surprise, shock apparent on her facial features as she wondered how I knew. Then her surprise turned into fear as I felt her began to panic.

My heart sank even further, my eyes turning red as I felt my sorrow and anger overwhelm me. Then she blurted,

“Please, don't be mad, I thought that if you found out, you wouldn't accept it. I was just scared that you would treat me differently.”

“Of course, I would treat you differently!!” I yelled, “The child's not fucking mine!! Why the hell would I love it?!”

I felt myself going mad. He had done it again, he had taken the one I loved from me again. That bastard Damien, I'll kill him! I began to storm out of the room when I heard a soft voice, almost like a whisper say to me,

“It's your child…. It's ours.”

I paused, shocked at the information. Slowly, my mood improved as I suddenly became happy.

“Really,” I asked

“Yes.” That was what she said. Without thinking, I ran towards her a si lifted her in a hug. I was extremely happy. Maybe all I needed was a confirmation that it was mine.

Maybe I overreacted after all.