Banished While Carrying His Heir

The next morning, Marcellus was already gone from the room.

I heard he had left early to pick up freshly baked pastries from Sweet Haven, the bakery that had become my only comfort since the miscarriage.

"The Alpha is so thoughtful," one of the Omegas murmured as she passed by, her voice tinged with admiration. "He goes every morning to wait in line, just to make sure you get them fresh."

"Not many mates would go to such lengths," another added, though her voice trailed off awkwardly as she caught sight of me.

Remi, standing beside me, shot them a sharp glare. I didn’t respond, instead focusing on checking our luggage one last time. Everything was in order, and I directed the pack’s Omegas to start loading the SUVs. We’d arranged for them the day before.

Remi helped with the last of the bags before turning to me, her expression hesitant.

"Shouldn’t we wait for the Alpha?" she asked softly.

"No," I said firmly. "Let’s go."

But fate seemed to have other plans. Halfway through the city, we ran into Marcellus.

He was in his black SUV, his tall, muscular frame unmistakable even from a distance. His white shirt hugged his broad shoulders, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He looked every bit the commanding Alpha, his aura dominating the street.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he signaled the driver to stop. The driver, recognizing him immediately, pulled over gently, and we came to a halt.

Marcellus leaned out of the window, his dark eyes glinting with amusement as he peered through the SUV’s tinted glass.

"So it is you," he said, his voice smooth but laced with a subtle Alpha tone that demanded attention. "Why not use the pack’s vehicles?"

I forced a polite smile. "I won’t be needing them anymore, so it’s best not to rely on the pack’s resources."

His brow furrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face. "That’s nonsense. Wait here—these pastries will go cold if I don’t get them back soon. I’ll come see you off once I’ve dropped them off."

Without waiting for a response, he sped off, the powerful engine roaring back toward the pack estate.

I let the window roll up and signaled the driver to continue.

The SUV rolled out of the city, and I didn’t look back.

No one followed.