Chapter 8
Hazel
“Oh my goodness, look! It’s snowing outside.” I mused in excitement as I gazed through the window. I
loved snow. I stroked my protruding belly gently and lovingly, feeling the gentle kicks from within. I
couldn’t wait to meet my babies.
I stepped out to the balcony, the temperature had dropped, the air a little bit chilly. Still I felt warm and
excited inside.
After
my divorce and rejection, I suffered severe emotional pain for a month. The pain of rejection was
something I never anticipated. Even though Ethan and I weren’t fated mates, the rejection hurt deeply.
Immediately after Adam dropped me off at that small hotel, that day, I went for a thorough medical test
and scan. To my surprise and delight, the tests revealed two tiny heartbeats inside of me. Tears of joy
welled up in my eyes as I listened to their precious heartbeats. After losing my parents, I felt utterly
alone in the world, but now, I had a family of my own in the making.
I decided to leave the city and its pack life behind to start anew in a secluded small town. I knew that if I
remained connected to any pack, Ethan might find me with his Alpha influence. So, I chose to go
rogue, taking refuge in this tranquil town where I hoped to live peacefully with my unborn children.
Thankfully, I had enough money to sustain us, at least until I gave birth. Still, I couldn’t afford to take
any chances. One evening, while strolling through the quiet streets, I spotted a job opening. My baby
bump was still rtively small and hidden, so I decided to apply. This decision changed my life in ways
I could never have predicted.
That’s when I met Chloe, my boss, and soon–to–be cherished friend. She weed me into her
family’s business, a cozy cafe, and we quickly formed a close bond. Chloe soon demanded to be the
godmother of the twins and offered unwavering support throughout my pregnancy, making me feel like I
wasn’t alone anymore.
As the clock struck past six, I relished the beautiful view from my little home. Watching the sunset was
one of my favorite pastimes, and the picturesque scenery from my window never failed to captivate me.
The day was slowly turning into night, casting a warm orange glow across the room.
I heard the door open and close, signaling Chloe’s return. She entered the room with a cheerful smile
and her usual yful tone.
“Hey, mama, how have you been?” Chloe said in her endearing manner, walking over to me. I smiled
warmly at her and ced my hand on my belly. “How are my babies doing? You must be tired,” I said,
feeling the reassuring movements from within.
Chloe chuckled and gently rubbed my belly. “Well, you’re a bit of a handful, aren’t you?” I let out a small
giggle. “I’m a little exhausted, to be honest.”
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My pregnancy had gone a bit longer than the usual nine months, and I was now a week past my due
date. “The doctor mentioned that if the babies don’t arrive soon, they might need to inducebor,” I
admitted with a small sigh.
Chloe responded with a yful scolding, “Oh, those kids. You’re sofortable in your mom’s belly.
Come out already!”
We both shared augh as Chloe yfully urged my unborn twins to make their grand
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entrance into the world. I couldn’t wait to hold them in my arms and shower them with all
the love I had.
Chloe’s eyes then fell on a vase of fresh flowers on the table. “Are these from Noah?” she asked,
taking in the delicate fragrance.
I nodded with a fond smile. “Yes, he surprised me with these this morning.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow and teased, “He bought you flowers? That’s so cute. Someone’s getting
attached,” she added, her expression suggestive.
I chuckled in response. “Noah’s a kind and gentle man, always willing to help. That’s all there is to it.”
But Chloe continued, her yful tone reced with a hint of concern. “I know, Hazel, but don’t close
yourself off to the possibility of romance. You’re still so young at just
twenty–three, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Who knows, you might even find your true
mate someday.”
I sighed, my past heartbreak still fresh in my memory. “I don’t need anyone else. I have my babies, and
I have you. We’ll be okay together, just us.”
Ethan had shattered my heart with his rejection. I had given up everything, followed him faithfully, only
to be discarded like yesterday’s news. All that truly mattered to me now was my children; they were my
anchor, my reason to keep moving forward.
Chloe, always perceptive, added, “But Noah seems to have a lot of secrets, doesn’t he?”
My curiosity was piqued. “Secrets? What do you mean?”
Chloe hesitated for a moment before sharing a surprising revtion. “He lost his mate and unborn pup
in a tragic ident one snowy day!
I gasped, my eyes widening in shock. “Wait, are you serious?”
Chloe nodded solemnly. “Yes, Hazel. Noah carries a heavy burden of grief, just like you.” It all made
sense the very first time we met. I had been a little clumsy, and Noah reached out, gently grabbing me,
even scolding me. He was always so protective and caring.
The sadness that often clouded his eyes started to make sense. Sometimes, when he looked at me, I
could see that lingering sadness. His wife had passed away while she was pregnant, which exined
his sorrow. That was why he was so protective.
“He still hasn’te to terms with her death, you know,” Chloe confided. “Noah doesn’t really belong in
this small town. He’s the CEO of apany, but he met his wife here, so he returns every year. That’s
how you crossed paths with him. Although I must say, he’s staying much longer than he usually does.”
Chloe sighed as she spoke.
“I think
you
remind him of her. So he just wants to be sure you’re okay.” Chloe continued. I nodded in
understanding. Noah, had been through a lot.
The next morning, as I strolled along, my thoughts wandered back to my conversation with Chloe about
Noah. Suddenly, a sickening screech of metal pierced the peaceful morning. The world turned upside
down as I found myself sprawled on the ground. My b*dy felt weak and burdened with an unbearable
heaviness. Agonizing pain tore through me, and the world blurred into a hazy, disorienting whirlwind.
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