Leila's POV:
I knew exactly what Lily was up to, summoning my mate in the middle of the night like that. She was trying to worm her way back into his life, playing on his kindness and sense of responsibility. But if she thought I was going to let her do whatever she wanted, she was sorely mistaken.
As I made my way to her room, I could feel the tension in the air. When I opened the door and stepped inside, I watched her face change dramatically. The moment she saw me, the mask of the vulnerable, needy woman she had put on for Drake vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. It was as if she had shed her skin to reveal the snake underneath.
Her eyes narrowed, and she almost hissed at me, "I called for Drake, not you."
Her voice was shrill, laced with a mix of anger and disbelief. She clearly hadn't expected me to show up instead of him. Good. She needed to know that I wasn't someone she could easily manipulate or push aside.
"Well, my mate is tired and sleeping," I replied calmly, though my words were laced with irony, "So I came on his behalf. Aren't you happy I'm here?"
I watched her closely, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. She was clearly rattled by my presence, her initial confidence wavering. But that wasn't my concern. I was here to make sure she knew that Drake was 'mine'—and that I wouldn't allow her to undermine what we had.
Lily's face twisted with frustration as she realized her little scheme wasn't going according to plan. Her eyes flickered with annoyance, but she quickly tried to regain her composure. She forced a sweet, sickening smile onto her lips, but I could see right through it.
"How considerate of you," she sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "But really, Leila, don't you think it's better if Drake handles this himself? After all, we share a history, and he's the father of my child. We have certain... connections."
Her words were laced with an undercurrent of possessiveness that made my blood boil. She was trying to remind me of her past with Drake, as if that gave her some kind of hold over him. As if she still had a claim on him.
But I wasn't going to let her intimidate me. I wasn't the scared little girl she seemed to think I was. I had fought my own battles, endured my own pain, and I wasn't about to let her waltz back into Drake's life and tear apart what we had built.
I met her gaze head-on, refusing to back down. "History is just that—'history'," I said firmly. "Drake and I have something far more important: the present, and the future. You may share a child, but that's where your connection ends."
Lily's eyes darkened, and she took a step closer, her voice dropping into a venomous whisper. "You really think you can keep him, don't you? You're nothing compared to what we had. Drake was mine once, and he'll be mine again. Just wait. I'll make him see that he still belongs with me."
Her words were sharp, meant to cut deep, but I refused to let them get under my skin. Instead, I smiled—calm, controlled, and unbothered.
"If you think you can take him from me, then by all means, try," I replied coolly, stepping closer until we were practically nose to nose. "But let's make one thing clear: I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay. And I won't back down without a fight."
Lily's eyes flashed with fury, and for a moment, I could see the real her—the manipulative, desperate woman who had left Drake without a second thought, now scrambling to reclaim what she had so easily discarded. But I wasn't afraid of her. I wasn't going to let her rattle me.
Then, without waiting for her response, I turned on my heel and walked out of the room, leaving her seething behind me. I could feel the tension still crackling in the air, but I didn't care. She could play her games all she wanted—I wasn't about to let her get between me and Drake.
As I made my way back to our room, I felt a sense of calm settle over me. I knew this wouldn't be the last time Lily tried to pull something, but I also knew I wasn't alone in this fight. Drake and I had a bond she could never understand.
And I wasn't about to let her break it.
In the morning, I noticed that Drake had already gone off to handle his pack duties and oversee the warriors' training. Left with the quietness of the house, I decided to head downstairs for breakfast, hoping to spend some time with Nelly. Since entering the pack, Nelly had become more than just a friend; she was like a sister to me, always warm, funny, and fiercely loyal. Sitting across from her now, our usual laughter filled the kitchen as we chatted about random things. It was moments like these that made me feel at home in the pack, not just as Drake's mate but as someone who was genuinely accepted.
But as soon as Lily walked into the room, the air seemed to shift. The temperature dropped, and I could practically feel the tension creeping in behind her. She greeted Nelly with a fake sweetness that made my stomach turn, but Nelly didn't even bother acknowledging her. It was like she hadn't even seen Lily walk in—though we both knew she had.
Undeterred by the cold shoulder, Lily continued, her voice sentimental and deliberate. "Nelly, I know things didn't end on the best note between us," she said, her eyes wide with innocence, "but we were friends once, and I was hoping you could find it in your heart to forgive me for leaving the way I did. We could still be friends, you know? And..." She paused for a moment, adding with a calculating smile, "I was also thinking that you and Lucas could be my child's godparents. For old times' sake?"
I nearly choked on my drink. Her audacity knew no bounds. The way she said it—so casually, as if it were some small favor—masked the true depths of her scheming. She wasn't just looking to mend fences with Nelly. No, she was attempting to rebuild the old friendships and reinsert herself into the pack's inner circle. The worst part was, I could see her strategy clear as day: with Lucas and Nelly on her side, it would be easier to influence Drake. She was hoping to recreate their old power group, cutting me out completely.
This woman wasn't just clever—she was dangerous. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was playing a long game. I had to admit, she had brains, but that didn't make her any less of a threat. It made her even more of one.
I glanced at Nelly, trying to gauge her reaction. Nelly had been a rock for me since I joined the pack. I had feared that I might be treated as an outsider, that people would only tolerate me because I was Drake's mate. But the reality was, I had been embraced by the pack. They loved and accepted me for who I was, not just for my title. Nelly, especially, had become a close confidante, and I cherished her friendship. If she turned to Lily's side, it would hurt me deeply.
I watched as Nelly's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips pressing together in a skeptical line. I could almost see her mind working through Lily's words, weighing her options. The pause felt like it stretched forever as I held my breath, wondering what she would say. Would she fall for Lily's act? Would she betray me for the sake of old friendships?
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Leila's POV:
Finally, Nelly spoke, her tone cool and measured. "Lily," she said, not bothering to hide her skepticism, "I think it's good that you're thinking about your child's future. But forgiveness doesn't come that easily. You left without a word, without caring how much you hurt the people who loved you. And now you think you can waltz back in and everything will be like it was?"
Nelly's words were firm, and I could feel a surge of relief. She wasn't falling for it. Lily's attempts at manipulation weren't going to work on her, at least not so easily.
Lily's smile faltered just a fraction, though she quickly recovered, nodding as if she understood. But I could see the flicker of frustration in her eyes. She wasn't getting what she wanted, and it was clearly unsettling her.
Still, Lily kept up her performance, her voice softening as she tried to appeal to Nelly's compassion. "I understand that I hurt you, Nelly. I really do. But I'm different now. My child deserves a chance to grow up surrounded by people who care about them. I just want to do what's best for them... and I thought that included you and Lucas."
I felt my teeth clench as I listened to her, biting back the urge to call out her obvious manipulation. But I didn't need to say anything. Nelly stood her ground.
"We'll see, Lily," Nelly replied, her voice still cool. "But don't expect things to go back to how they were just because you've returned."
Lily's eyes flashed, but she kept her composure, nodding again with a tight smile. "I understand," she said before turning her attention back to me with that same fake sweetness she always wore.
I could feel her gaze on me, but I didn't care. I had won this round. Nelly wasn't fooled, and that was all I needed to know. Lily might be clever, but I wasn't about to let her worm her way back into Drake's life, or the life we were building together.
This battle wasn't over, but for now, I had the upper hand.
I had gone to the orphanage later in the day to help out with the kids. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of empathy and sorrow for them, but at the same time, a strange sense of envy. They were unlucky in one way—losing their parents—but lucky in another. Despite their loss, they were surrounded by people who cared for them, people who loved them unconditionally.
I, on the other hand, had parents who were very much alive, and yet I often found myself wishing they weren't. The thought startled me, but it was the truth. They were there, but I never received love, never felt acceptance. If they had died, maybe I wouldn't have gone through all the pain they inflicted. Maybe if I had been an orphan, I would have known what it felt like to be loved, even if it was by strangers.
As I was lost in thought, I felt a tug at my shirt. I looked down to see a little girl, barely two or three years old, looking up at me with wide, expectant eyes. She raised her arms toward me, wordlessly asking to be carried. I couldn't resist smiling. Scooping her up, I spun her around, her joyous giggles lighting up the room and bursting my heart wide open with warmth.
"Again! Again!" she squealed, her laughter infectious.
I laughed along with her, spinning her one more time until we were both dizzy and breathless. Her giggles were the sweetest sound, and I felt a momentary peace I hadn't felt in a long time. Setting her down gently, I watched as she ran off to the other children, excitedly telling them about how I had spun her around "like a roller coaster."
It was then that I sensed someone watching me. I turned and saw Drake standing a few feet away, leaning casually against the wall, his eyes locked on me with a soft smile playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him, and I felt a warmth rise in my chest, different from the one the little girl had stirred in me.
As I approached him, he didn't waste any time. He grabbed my hand and, with a grin, tugged me toward an empty room at the back of the orphanage. My curiosity piqued, I let him lead me, my heart racing for reasons I couldn't quite name. He pulled me inside, quickly closing the door behind us. Before I could ask what he was doing, Drake pressed me against the door, his body close to mine, his breath warm against my skin.
A small gasp escaped my lips as his mouth descended on mine. His kiss was fierce and thorough, sending shockwaves through my body. My mind went hazy, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. His hands gripped my hips as if grounding me, but at the same time, I felt like I was floating.
He moved his lips to my ear, nibbling gently on my earlobe, his voice low and husky as he murmured against my skin, "You look so beautiful when you smile." The words sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help the blush that crept up my neck.
His tone changed, becoming darker, sultrier. "I'd love to make love to you right here, right now," he whispered, his words sending heat coursing through me, making my heart pound wildly in my chest. His dirty talk left me delirious, breathless, and completely at his mercy. I clung to him, my body betraying me, craving more of his touch.
When he bit my earlobe, a moan slipped from my lips, unbidden. "Drake…" I whispered, his name a plea on my lips. He responded by lifting me effortlessly placing my legs around his waist, pressing me firmly against the door as he claimed my mouth again in a passionate, heady kiss that left me completely undone.
And then, suddenly, he stopped. He paused, his forehead resting against mine as he fought for control. His breath was ragged, his hold on me still firm, but he cursed under his breath.
"Damn it," he muttered, his voice strained. "I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I have to go. We'll finish this later, I promise."
I nodded, still too dazed to speak, as he gently set me back down on my feet. He lingered for a moment longer, keeping his forehead pressed against mine, both of us trying to calm the storm that had built between us. His breath mingled with mine as he struggled to regain control, and I felt the magnetic pull between us, even in the silence.
Finally, he kissed my forehead softly, a tender gesture that contrasted the heat we had just shared. "I'll be back soon," he whispered, his lips lingering for just a moment before he stepped away.
With one last glance, he unlocked the door and slipped out, leaving me leaning against the door, my heart still racing, my mind spinning. As the echo of his footsteps faded, I couldn't help but touch my lips, still tingling from his kiss.
Whatever this was between us, it was only getting more intense. And I wasn't sure I could resist it for much longer.
After spending some time at the orphanage i decided to head back then I noticed Marcus walking toward the hospital with a bag in hand. Casually, I asked him who it was for. He looked at me in shock, his expression one of disbelief.
"Haven't you heard? Lily fell down the stairs. Lucas carried her to the hospital. She was bleeding and unconscious."
"Shit!" I exclaimed, my heart sinking. Without wasting another moment, I took off running toward the hospital, my thoughts racing as fast as my feet.
When I arrived, the tension in the air was thick. I saw Drake pacing anxiously near the waiting area, and Lucas was holding a hysterical Nelly, who was sobbing uncontrollably. She kept repeating, "It's all my fault. I should have forgiven her when she came to apologize."
My mind reeled. So, this was why Drake had rushed out on me earlier. Why didn't he tell me? We could have come here together. But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside. This wasn't about me. Drake needed comfort, and whatever had happened between us could wait. Right now, he was clearly worried—probably blaming himself for not protecting his child.
I walked over to him, and without a word, I wrapped my arms around him in a hug. His body tensed for a moment before he melted into the embrace, his arms tightening around me. I could feel the stress in him, the uncertainty, the fear.
"She's still with the doctors," he said quietly, his voice strained with emotion. "I don't know if Lily and the baby are okay or not."
Hearing the fear in his voice, I tightened my arms around him, offering him whatever strength and comfort I could muster. "They'll be okay," I whispered, though I wasn't sure.
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