Page 57 of The Alpha Wolf's Bullied Bride

“Right behind you, son!” Flynn calls out to the boy, and he enters the frame lugging a picnic basket. He glances behind him with a warm smile on his face and stretches out his hand. “Come on, my love…” he chuckles. “Our son is besting us on these hills.”

That's when I enter the vivid vision, a hand cradling the bottom of my ripe belly as I giggle and reach for Flynn's hand. My hair billows out behind me in long waves, and it's evident that the vision is of the future.

At least five years from now.

That only means one thing…

I'm already pregnant.

The realization has me snapping my eyes open, my vision instantly adapting to the night as every star in the sky becomes brighter, illuminated by what I've learned. It's the stepping stone of my surrender, completely allowing my inner wolf to burst free from the confines of my inability to see my own power. Now, that power rips through me with no resistance, my limbs distending and morphing into the more powerful arms of a wolf.

Soft fur spreads out across my body, my fingertips tingling with the sensation of strength from my very core. While I transform for the first time, my body turns to lift me onto my paws that stand firmly on the ground, soft pads absorbing the energy of the earth until I finally lift my wolf head and howl at the sky. It's liberating to finally open up wolf lungs that have never been used before.

I look down to find Flynn in front of me, a cocky smirk curling his lips and indenting his cheeks, magnifying the faint dimple in the right corner of his mouth. It's like I'm seeing him for the first time in my life—not as Flynn Lycoan, the Alpha's son who used to bully me, but as Alpha Flynn Lycoan, my mate, and the father of the life whose tiny heartbeat I can feel beating in my belly as it grows inside me.

“Beautiful…” Flynn breathes in awe as he shifts on the spot and stares into my eyes with the golden depths of his wolf.

That's when I see my reflection for the first time in my new wolf form. A reflection so unique and new, it overwhelms me and suddenly, my head feels too light.

“Lila…?”Flynn's voice enters my mind telepathically, but it's not enough to keep me grounded as my eyes roll to the back of my head and everything fades to black.

Chapter 20 - Flynn

“Lila?!”I rush forward, planting my wolf frame between Lila and the ground just as her wolf knees give out from under her. She doesn't respond to the mind link, just sighs in wolf form when she passes out.

Just in time, Miles comes rushing out from the woods.

“What happened?” he asks as he comes closer. “Woah…who is this?”

“Your sister.”

“My sister…?”

“Just help me get her to the clinic,”I respond irritably. He comes forward and helps lift Lila up while she remains in wolf form. I shift into human form, reaching down and lifting her into my arms to carry her to the clinic.

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“How is she doing?” Miles asks when I step out of the room where Lila lies unconsciously on a clinic bed.

After bringing her to the clinic, Doctor Stevens, the pack's doctor, had to administer a special potion of herbs to get her back into human form. She hasn't woken up since, so he's running more tests.

The drawing of her blood isn't exactly pleasant to watch, so I've decided to step out for a moment.

“Doc says she'll be fine. He just needs to understand why she didn't shift when she passed out.” I look up and notice that Miles's arm is in a cast. “How are you doing?”

“I'll live,” he grins, flinching only slightly when he pats the cast. “Thanks to you.”

“Thanks to your sister,” I correct, taking a seat on the bench beside him.

“What do you mean?” he frowns. “It was you who chased the rogues and got them off my back.”

“And it was Lila who helped me find you. She helped me get to you in time,” I admit with a huff. The attack on Blood Moon was a close call, and I almost lost Miles near the Fort Smit border—the same place where we lost the rogues’ scent the other night. But thanks to my newfound gifts after marking Lila, I was able to see through the mask of invisibility they wear that allows the rogues to disappear without a trace.

It's the only reason Miles is safe now, even with his arm broken and in a cast. As soon as I found him, I'd been able to chase the rogues out of Nightclaw territory. It was then I felt a strong pull in my chest, and I knew Lila needed me.

Every time I felt that pull before, I ignored it. Now, with her neck bearing my territorial mark, there's a connection so strong that I will never mistake her cries for me as my wolf's foolishness.

Iwas the one foolish enough to think that I could resist being drawn to her from the very beginning. Fate. I'll never question it again.

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