Bella’s POV
The mory struck like lightning, vivid and unrelenting.
"You’re carrying three babies," the doctor had announced, her eyes fixed on the ultrasound screen.
Joy flooded through in waves I hadn’t felt in years. After running from ho, after all those nights wondering if my struggles ant anything, this mont felt like salvation itself.
For so long, I’d questioned whether fighting to survive was worth the pain. Whether every battle I’d fought was aningless. But now, with three lives growing inside , everything suddenly had purpose.
"Where’s the father?" The doctor’s clinical question sliced through my happiness.
I smoothed my dress with trembling hands and settled into the chair, my throat tight. That question haunted constantly, a reminder of truths I couldn’t speak. Every ti soone asked about the father, my chest seized with mories I’d rather forget.
The door burst open behind .
"Sorry for being late," a familiar voice commanded the room.
My breath stopped completely. Vance strode in wearing an immaculate black suit, clearly having rushed from so high-stakes eting. His presence filled the small examination room like he owned it.
"Vance Stanton?" The doctor’s entire deanor transford. She shot to her feet, her professional composure lting into sothing closer to worship. "The Vance Stanton?"
Her voice dripped with sudden reverence, and I could see her expression shift as she took in his obvious wealth and status.
"Please, don’t stand on my account. How’s my wife doing?" Vance asked, claiming the seat beside with natural authority.
The doctor’s eyes practically sparkled with intrigue. "Your wife? When did you two get married? I expected soone of your status would have thrown the wedding of the century."
Here it was again. Won imdiately gravitating toward him, their voices turning honey-sweet, their bodies angling for his attention. Being the wealthiest man in human territory made him irresistible to everyone we encountered.
I caught the doctor’s appraising look, clearly wondering what made special enough to capture soone like him.
"I wanted the big ceremony," Vance replied smoothly, "but my wife had different ideas. She insisted we donate the wedding budget to charity instead of throwing a party. How could I argue with a heart like that?" He turned to with a smile that looked genuine enough to fool anyone.
"So, how is she?" he pressed.
The doctor snapped back to attention, though disappointnt colored her features. "She’s doing wonderfully. Much healthier than when she first ca to weeks ago. You’re clearly taking excellent care of her."
Vance’s chest puffed with unmistakable pride, playing his role perfectly.
"Actually, congratulations are in order. You’re not just having one baby. You’re having triplets."
The words hit Vance like a physical blow. His hand found my shoulder instantly, fingers gentle but possessive as his face lit up with what looked like genuine happiness.
"We’re going to be incredible parents. You’ll be the most amazing mother these children could ask for," he said, his voice thick with conviction.
Those words. God, those were the words I’d been starving to hear. My face broke into a smile that felt like sunrise after the longest night.
"Don’t worry. You have completely on your side," Vance added, leaning closer until his intense gaze captured mine entirely.
He lifted my hand, never breaking eye contact, and pressed his lips to my knuckles. The kiss felt reverent, protective, claiming. In that mont, surrounded by his lies that felt like truth, I experienced pure happiness for the first ti in forever.
A tiny fla of hope flickered in my chest, whispering that maybe I finally had sothing beautiful waiting for .
The mory shattered as Lord Morris’s voice exploded through the present.
"Just take Zack instead!" he roared at Derek.
"I can’t do that!" Derek scread back, their argunt growing more violent by the second. Neither man seed to care how their shouting was terrorizing my children.
"Why not? What’s this obsession with this particular daughter? Take the boy instead!" Lord Morris demanded, grabbing Derek’s arm and trying to physically shake Leah from his grip.
"Father, no, I won’t, because..." Derek’s voice cracked, stopping mid-sentence. My ears started ringing with dread.
"Why not give her this one and take Zack instead?" Lord Morris pushed relentlessly, stepping forward and trying to tear Leah away from Derek’s arms.
Terror shot through like ice water. Leah clung desperately to Derek, seeking protection from the man who’d fathered her, even as fear consud her small body.
"Father, stop this!" Derek bellowed.
Behind us, Serena dissolved into heartbroken sobs, burying her face as the two n fought over Leah like she was property. Hugo rushed to my side, pressing Zack into my arms so he could intervene and rescue Leah from their struggle.
The mont Zack settled against , his thrashing stopped completely. He’d been fighting to get away from Tara, not .
I handed Tara to Hugo and reached for Leah with my free arm.
"Get your hands off my daughter!" I snarled at Lord Morris with every ounce of maternal fury I possessed.
Leah’s eyes found mine, noticing I only held Zack now. She stretched her little arms toward desperately, but Derek pulled her hands down and turned his back, shielding her from my reach.
"No, Father, I can’t give her up," Derek’s voice broke as he delivered the truth that would destroy everything. "Because only Leah is actually my daughter. The others belong to the other alphas."
The words hit like a bomb, changing everything in one devastating mont.
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