The Dark Side Of Fate

163 Not The End But A New Beginning

-Leo-

After our wedding, Amelia and I embarked on a journey to Cains Island the very next day. It was a place close to her heart, a destination she had always wanted to visit. I chose this beautiful island as the perfect setting for our honeymoon. For two blissful weeks, we resided in a charming resort where every moment was filled with love and joy.

I made a solemn vow to myself each morning, determined not to let anything go wrong. My love for Amelia was all-encompassing, devoid of doubt or fear. I had committed myself completely, and every word spoken during our wedding was sincere and heartfelt.

With Yuri and the Stepanovs no longer posing a threat, we returned to our normal lives. Amelia and I shared unforgettable moments together. Her carefree nature and unwavering trust made it nearly impossible for anyone else to come between us. Her infectious humour added a touch of lightness to our days.

The growing bump on her belly served as a constant reminder that our little family would soon expand. Upon our return to Mountain, we decided to personally prepare the baby nursery, utilising Max’s former room.

Alexei had graciously returned Hill Valley to Max, reuniting their members in Mountain and the people that remained Hill Valley. When I saw Max again, I noticed a change in him. The melancholy and hopelessness had vanished, and he radiated the same happiness and optimism as before the fated mate ordeal. He shared his dreams for the future, frequently visiting to lend a helping hand.

Kyle remained steadfast. His pack members returned to their land, and he became an improved version of himself. The East was no longer just a region; it had transformed into a tight-knit community. Everyone willingly extended a helping hand, erasing the boundaries between packs. The Stepanov situation had forged an unbreakable bond between the alphas in the area.

Our meetings were no longer tedious and obligatory; they became enjoyable reunions. Everything fell into place harmoniously. Most importantly, we had all grown stronger through our experiences.

As the Lord of the East, despite Sylvester’s prediction that it would be a mere title, my responsibilities were substantial. I found myself fulfilling all the duties expected of a Lord. Eventually, I relocated my office to our home so that I could be readily available to assist Amelia whenever she needed me.

I had vowed never to prioritise anyone or anything above her, and I remained true to my promise. Casper handled most of my guests in the office, while only urgent and significant matters were attended to in my private residence. I intended to keep it that way, unburdening myself to ensure I could be fully present when our babies entered the world. My desire was to be there for every step of the journey, forging an unbreakable bond as we built a strong and loving family together.

Our pack house overflowed with cherished memories, and our dear friends graced its threshold regularly. However, as Avery and Katya’s pregnancies progressed, the visits dwindled, replaced by eager anticipation for the day of their deliveries. Amelia, understandably nervous, found solace in Gezel’s presence as she had come to stay and offer her support.

My parents stood by our side, their long-awaited retirement trip postponed until after the birth of their beloved grandchildren. In our conversations, I implored them to stay connected, and they, in turn, promised more. They vowed to visit every three months, ensuring I would always know their whereabouts. Somehow, everything fell perfectly into place.

Meanwhile, Alexei and Clay flourished in the western territory. They dedicated months to rooting out terrorists and extremists, and their efforts bore fruit. Erik, a remarkable leader, impeccably represented the West.

To our delight, Gezel and Erik’s relationship blossomed further, removing any doubt about its future. Their union would be a blissful one, sealed underthe enchantment of the upcoming Blue Moon. As for the Sullivans, they relocated to the South, assisting Devin in rebuilding the pack since many of the packs now had new alphas. Some of these new alphas were actual Stepanovs, esteemed members of the ten families that had come to our aid during the Gad crisis. Devin welcomed their support. While the Stepanovs may not have held the title of alpha, they were leaders in their own right.

settle into. We erected a memorial to honour those who lost their lives, including Alpha Michael, who displayed incredible bravery. Witnessing the South’s plight made us realise that Alpha Michael’s choices were not foolish; he had either joined forces with Yuri or met his demise. He remained loyal until his last breath. A day was designated

Brentwood. Although Andrew had initially desired to be closer to his cousins in the West, love and destiny guided him to my domain. He settled

by his cousins and other brothers. Yuri, a wicked and heartless man, showed no mercy even

but Sylvester made sure his torment was slow and unforgettable. He, too, was no longer among us. Larry, too, had received the mercy of death, a wish

rot away in there. Leah had tried to find sympathy for her mother, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Now,

think that it all stemmed

Sean and some of the captured alphas alive, subjecting them to experiments. While some perished intentionally at Erik’s hands, others were left devoid of their wolf companions, rendered harmless. Eventually, they would likely meet their end, as Erik never ran out of

their spirits. They retired and relished in the joy of life. During our visit to Grizlo, we encountered Donald, Jake’s son, and Mikail Milton, his nephew. Their contentment was evident, and it brought us great pleasure. Meanwhile, Alexei diligently worked to develop Brighton, just as he had done for other

the tale of their bloodline was taught openly in schools. It was no longer a forbidden secret. Truly,

Alexander, while their daughter was affectionately

to deliver her

eagerly sent our love and patiently awaited the arrival of our own children. I was consumed with nerves, and the news of Katya’s delivery only heightened Amelia’s anxiety.

drive her to the medical facility. With contractions occurring every fifteen minutes,

together, pain gripped her. We reached the mountain hospital, where a team of medical professionals stood ready to welcome her. My heart overflowed with elation. I was truly happy. It was beyond anything I had ever imagined. After enduring the betrayals of Amanda and the pain of hurting Tamia, I

the world. I struggled to contain my emotions, reminding myself that grown men don’t shed tears. Yet, I pondered if tears of happiness could be an exception. I was overwhelmed with joy.

thoughts, for we had already decided. Our fair-haired son, with features reminiscent of the Stepanov lineage, was named Noah. The other was lovingly called

for the first time, a surge of indescribable happiness coursed through me. It was at that moment that I realised my life had finally found its

Luckily, they had already planned to

vied for the opportunity to bathe, change diapers, and feed the babies. It seemed as though both of them wanted all the time in the world with our twins, but there simply wasn’t enough to satisfy their desires. To eas e the tension, Amelia came up with a brilliant idea: assigning each grandma to take care of one child. They would switch roles every twelve hours, granting both women cherished moments with their grandchildren while maintaining a harmonious schedule.

friends set out on their journey to Mountain. Casper and I eagerly went to the airport to welcome everyone. Since it was a big gathering, we arranged for three vans to accommodate everyone-Sylvester, Tamia, Marcel, Avery, Theodore, Linda, Dominic, Katya, David, Nicole, Vino, Claudia, Alexei, Alia, Clay, Nelson, Erik, Stephanie, and Jake, along with all the children. The next two

ones missing were Devin and Susan, as Susan was expected

over the phone simply didn’t compare to the joy of being together. We gathered outside the arrival area,

first to emerge, warmly

father,” he said, and

Please, keep those needles away from my precious twins,” to which he