Taylor-Banks Laquan Claire

When my Alpha father declined my call for the ninety-ninth time, I walked into the Blackwood Pack Bloodline Registry with my terminal diagnosis in hand. “Hello. I’d like to have my name removed from the Hart family roster.” Ten minutes later, my parents stormed in with their adopted daughter, Bella. My father, a territory enforcement officer, slapped me the moment he saw me. “You’d drag this all the way to the Bloodline Registry just to steal Bella’s spotlight? Haven’t you humiliated this family enough?” My mother, a former forensic pathologist, snatched the diagnosis from my hand. She scanned it once before letting out a cold laugh. “Faking medical records to ruin Bella’s coming-of-age party. Nora, you’ve been a liar your entire life.” Bella grabbed their hands, her eyes red, a deliberate tremor woven into the milky vanilla of her scent. “I’m sorry, Nora. I’ll cancel my party. Please, just stop lying to Mom and Dad like this.” I raised a hand, wiped aw......

When my Alpha father declined my call for the ninety-ninth time, I walked into the Blackwood Pack Bloodline Registry with my terminal diagnosis in hand. “Hello. I’d like to have my name removed from the Hart family roster.” Ten minutes later, my parents stormed in with their adopted daughter, Bella. My father, a territory enforcement officer, slapped me the moment he saw me. “You’d drag this all the way to the Bloodline Registry just to steal Bella’s spotlight? Haven’t you humiliated this family enough?” My mother, a former forensic pathologist, snatched the diagnosis from my hand. She scanned it once before letting out a cold laugh. “Faking medical records to ruin Bella’s coming-of-age party. Nora, you’ve been a liar your entire life.” Bella grabbed their hands, her eyes red, a deliberate tremor woven into the milky vanilla of her scent. “I’m sorry, Nora. I’ll cancel my party. Please, just stop lying to Mom and Dad like this.” I raised a hand, wiped aw......

When my Alpha father declined my call for the ninety-ninth time, I walked into the Blackwood Pack Bloodline Registry with my terminal diagnosis in hand. “Hello. I’d like to have my name removed from the Hart family roster.” Ten minutes later, my parents stormed in with their adopted daughter, Bella. My father, a territory enforcement officer, slapped me the moment he saw me. “You’d drag this all the way to the Bloodline Registry just to steal Bella’s spotlight? Haven’t you humiliated this family enough?” My mother, a former forensic pathologist, snatched the diagnosis from my hand. She scanned it once before letting out a cold laugh. “Faking medical records to ruin Bella’s coming-of-age party. Nora, you’ve been a liar your entire life.” Bella grabbed their hands, her eyes red, a deliberate tremor woven into the milky vanilla of her scent. “I’m sorry, Nora. I’ll cancel my party. Please, just stop lying to Mom and Dad like this.” I raised a hand, wiped aw......

Three months pregnant, I told my fiancé, Miles Kensington, I was ending it. He frowned at me. "What is it this time? Because my mother said you shouldn't keep the baby right now?" "Yes." He looked impatient. "Fine. Go back to the apartment and rest. I'll talk to my mother." I said nothing. He turned away to take a call from his assistant, completely missing that something was off with me. "Book two first-class tickets to Cabo for the weekend. Take her to the beach to unwind." That "her" wasn't me. After he hung up, all he said to me was that we'd talk another time. He didn't know I'd gotten my test results today. I was carrying twins. I made the call. "Aunt Victoria, help me arrange a move to the West Coast." If the Kensington family didn't want this child, then the baby would bear the name Quinn. No more ties to that old Boston dynasty. *** An iMessage lit up my screen just as I ended the call with my aunt. "Harper, it's Paige. Miles ......

Three months pregnant, I told my fiancé, Miles Kensington, I was ending it. He frowned at me. "What is it this time? Because my mother said you shouldn't keep the baby right now?" "Yes." He looked impatient. "Fine. Go back to the apartment and rest. I'll talk to my mother." I said nothing. He turned away to take a call from his assistant, completely missing that something was off with me. "Book two first-class tickets to Cabo for the weekend. Take her to the beach to unwind." That "her" wasn't me. After he hung up, all he said to me was that we'd talk another time. He didn't know I'd gotten my test results today. I was carrying twins. I made the call. "Aunt Victoria, help me arrange a move to the West Coast." If the Kensington family didn't want this child, then the baby would bear the name Quinn. No more ties to that old Boston dynasty. *** An iMessage lit up my screen just as I ended the call with my aunt. "Harper, it's Paige. Miles ......

Three months pregnant, I told my fiancé, Miles Kensington, I was ending it. He frowned at me. "What is it this time? Because my mother said you shouldn't keep the baby right now?" "Yes." He looked impatient. "Fine. Go back to the apartment and rest. I'll talk to my mother." I said nothing. He turned away to take a call from his assistant, completely missing that something was off with me. "Book two first-class tickets to Cabo for the weekend. Take her to the beach to unwind." That "her" wasn't me. After he hung up, all he said to me was that we'd talk another time. He didn't know I'd gotten my test results today. I was carrying twins. I made the call. "Aunt Victoria, help me arrange a move to the West Coast." If the Kensington family didn't want this child, then the baby would bear the name Quinn. No more ties to that old Boston dynasty. *** An iMessage lit up my screen just as I ended the call with my aunt. "Harper, it's Paige. Miles ......

When my Alpha father declined my call for the ninety-ninth time, I walked into the Blackwood Pack Bloodline Registry with my terminal diagnosis in hand. “Hello. I’d like to have my name removed from the Hart family roster.” Ten minutes later, my parents stormed in with their adopted daughter, Bella. My father, a territory enforcement officer, slapped me the moment he saw me. “You’d drag this all the way to the Bloodline Registry just to steal Bella’s spotlight? Haven’t you humiliated this family enough?” My mother, a former forensic pathologist, snatched the diagnosis from my hand. She scanned it once before letting out a cold laugh. “Faking medical records to ruin Bella’s coming-of-age party. Nora, you’ve been a liar your entire life.” Bella grabbed their hands, her eyes red, a deliberate tremor woven into the milky vanilla of her scent. “I’m sorry, Nora. I’ll cancel my party. Please, just stop lying to Mom and Dad like this.” I raised a hand, wiped aw......