Alpha
After Zara left, I couldn’t concentrate on anything. The world seed dull and uninteresting. Nothing, absolutely nothing, brought any pleasure.
I waited for her to text , even just one word. Holding my phone in my hand, I stared at her na for hours, but she never ca.
Even though Kaysir and Hades kept updated on her, I just wanted to hear her voice.
Climbing into bed, I finally fell asleep after so long, I have no idea...
Mom pulled back the curtains in my room to let in a little sunlight. I squinted, half-opening my eyes, shielding the morning light with my hand—or was it noon? Afternoon?
"Wake up. Stop wallowing in your sorrows." She ca up to and, with a snort, threw the blanket off .
"Mom!" I warned quietly, but she didn’t listen. "Ah! Ah! No excuses. Your company needs you. Do you want it to go bankrupt after you worked so hard to build your empire?"
I tried to take the blanket away, just to get so more sleep. I wasn’t even sure how long it had been, or how many days.
But she kept it away from .
"I don’t care right now, Mom. Let sleep." I plopped down on the bed and tried to cover my eyes with my hand.
"Want to push you off the bed?" she asked, yanking my hand away from my face and frowning.
"What’s the point?" I complained.
"The point is to plan and get her back, not act like Roo."
"She doesn’t want back. She said so before she left." She plopped down next to on the bed.
"And you’re just going to give in? I know you who’s not that kind." She pushed my hands away and tapped on the forehead. "I won’t let you give in so easily. Get up, we’re going to your office, and there we’ll work out a plan to get her back."
After much persuasion, she managed to drag out and finally get to return to my duties as CEO. Marcus was gone, and I needed soone capable to take his place.
"I’m going shopping, but I’ll bring you lunch." She left with Olfie, dropping off. I took the elevator up.
It reminded of Zara, the way she’d cling to during the climb, or simply steal glances at and inhale my scent.
How I’d kissed her to keep her from having a panic attack. Now they were just mories, wonderful, wonderful mories that I’ll always treasure.
The elevator rang, and the doors slid open. With a sigh, I stepped out, and my gaze imdiately fell on the office that had once been hers, but was now occupied by another woman.
Her curious eyes turned to . Seeing , she quickly jumped up from her seat and ran out of the office. Her face paled.
Was I really that scary to her?
"Good morning! Mr. CEO. I’m glad you’re here," she smiled pleasantly, plastering on a horribly fake smile.
I wanted to blurt out, "And you?" But I held back. Zara asked to be gentle with her.
"Good morning, Nasya. Tell the details, and tell how far behind we are?"
Her jaw dropped in surprise, and her eyes widened in shock when I called her by na and replied, "Good morning."
I could have sworn she was about to faint from shock. I cleared her throat to calm her down. She quickly regained her composure and began fiddling with her tablet.
"We have a eting with the new investors. You need signatures on important docunts; I left them all in your office. Also, the monthly departnt eting is coming up."
"Okay, get everything organized. I have a eting with the heads of all departnts in an hour. We need to promote soone to COO." She nodded quickly. "Bring so strong coffee. And send Miranda." She enthusiastically wrote everything down and ran away, excited.
I headed to my office and settled into a chair. Taking a pen from the Itachi holder, I opened the first file and began reading the approval from the marketing departnt for a funding increase. Miranda asked for permission to enter.
"Co in," I said calmly. Soon, she stood in front of .
"Good morning! Nice to see you again," she said, her voice excited.
"Good morning! Take a seat," I offered, still looking at the docunts.
"So, I need to ask you an important question."
I looked up and looked at her. "Who do you think is the best candidate to replace Marcus?"
Miranda paused for a second before saying, "I know he’s my friend, but beyond that, he’s capable, smart, and knowledgeable. He’s also been with us for quite so ti. So, I’d say it’s Chang."
That wasn’t a surprise. I already had that sa na in my head. Was this another desperate attempt to impress Zara?
I knew the news would reach her. Miranda and Chan were quite close.
Before leaving, she worked directly under Chan.
"I agree, Miranda. Thanks for the advice. But I need you to be careful and not turn...Beco the gossip you and Chan love to be," I warned, and she smiled sheepishly.
"My lips are sealed until you make an announcent."
"Okay, we have a eting in an hour. Make sure everything is organized. Work with Nasia," I ordered, focusing on my work again.
"Sir!" she replied respectfully before standing and leaving my office.
My thoughts turned to a certain red-haired girl, and an idea struck .
I knew Zara...
She was curious, and even though she ignored , I knew she’d definitely check my page. Ti to post an amazing video for my mate.
***
Zara
Holly took to the gynecologist. I was almost two months pregnant. January had ended, and we were entering February.
The weather had changed: the icy cold had given way to a mild chill. Flowers were starting to bloom. I lay on the exam table in the doctor’s office while she examined my belly.
"Your baby is developing according to plan! The heartbeat is strong, and at this stage, everything looks healthy. That’s exactly what we want to see at eight weeks," the doctor said warmly, pointing to the monitor so I could see the speck.
My heart swelled with joy, watching life form inside . This baby was going to be so special. He had survived, despite so many challenges.
We took precautions, and yet, sohow, he had made his way inside . I was kidnapped, threatened by shadows, starved, and dehydrated, and yet he survived, desperately clinging to life.
Holly held my hand, squeezing it tightly as we stared at the screen, lost in a sea of emotions.
"Thank you, Doctor. Could you please create a al plan for her so we know what she needs to eat daily and how much?" Holly asked.
"Of course!"
After the ultrasound, the doctor gave a strict nutrition plan: drink plenty of fluids and do morning breathing exercises. She also gave vitamins and minerals.
"Thank you!" I expressed my gratitude before leaving her office.
We both returned to the car. Kaysir held the door for us. He insisted on coming with us, and after Alpha told he was the one who found the earring, I was forever in his debt.
"Thank you, Kaysir. Especially for saving my sister’s life. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate," Mom said gratefully, and he nodded respectfully.
"That was a great joy for ." Then he turned to and asked, "Luna, did everything go well?"
"Yes, Kaysir. We’re both healthy," I replied with a smile, which he respectfully returned.
We went ho, and Mom asked, "Do you want anything?" I simply shook my head.
"Our father is very strict: no fast food, only organic produce, fruits and vegetables, and so on," she mimicked him, making laugh.
I couldn’t help but notice that, in addition to his sweet tooth, Dad followed a strict diet, just like Alpha. Another thing we had in common. Unlike Mom and , Dad didn’t like fast food.
Pregnancy was supposed to be a ti we’d spend together, and I didn’t want to experience it alone.
The thought of him not being there saddened .
Holly sensed the change in my mood and asked softly, "Have you talked to him?"
"No, I’m afraid I won’t be able to resist him if I hear his voice, and I don’t want to disappoint dad." I bit my lower lip to keep it from trembling.
"Oh! Darling. I understand. I just wish it were easier, but relationships are complicated." She hugged from the side, and we spent the rest of the drive in silence.
We got ho, and I saw Dad’s car in the driveway. He’d co ho from work.
Holly got a call from work, so she excused herself and left.
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