The Beta’s Regret

(Eden's Pov)

As soon as the tent was empty, I made my way outside and slipped into my mother's tent.

It smelled of a strange mix of lavender and earth, which surprisingly had a soothing effect on me.

Mom sat on a makeshift chair, cradling my son in her arms while she rocked her body side to side, humming a slow tune to his ears.

As I watched, my heart melted at the kind of love my mother had for the infants. However, no matter how much of it she showers on him, I still want him in my arms, as I smell his wonderful baby scent

"Mom." I called out softly. She finally noticed my presence and looked up. At first, a worried expression crossed her face before she finally let out a small smile.

"Thank you," I said.

She nodded; her smile grew wider before she looked back at my baby.

"No need to thank me. They are my babies." She cooed softly at my son, who giggled, "He needs a name." She said,

My breath hitched. I knew that.

It wasn't because I had no idea what to name him; I did. But I found it so difficult to give him a name all by myself without Eros in the picture.

As if my mother heard my thoughts, she sighed and said. "Eros wouldn't want you to hold back because of him."

I nodded and moved forward. She handed him over to me while she attended to Lyra's child.

My mother adjusted the blanket wrapped around the baby as she slept soundly. Compared to my son, she was much easier to please.

My mom slowly took the baby girl in her arms, and just as she began to move outside, I stopped her with a quick shout.

"No!" I said. A sudden sense of protectiveness gripped me, and I watched my mother cautiously. "Please don't take her. Let her stay with me a little longer."

at me. She curiously searched my face and nodded. Instead of dropping

so serene, unaware of the circumstances

with spite or being raised in

doubt Pison would be a good parent to her. Since Lyra and him planned to rule the people together, and they stayed together for

Lyra is dead? Would he fight for her,

wouldn't give up without a fight. She

thought about my next words. "Mom, I want to adopt her."

a quick

"Adopt?" She asked.

I nodded.

ask more questions. She understood exactly what I felt, the

lovely." My

smiled. "Yes, she

gaze shifted from the baby girl to my son, and my smile faltered. My chest squeezed

tiny detail

eyes that he slowly closed as he fell into a gentle sleep, the shape of his nose, his hair. It was almost as if I held a miniature version of my mate.

to name them." I

Tears stung my eyes.

"I know it's hard, sweetheart, but I know you will do just

the tears that threatened to spill to stay

I started. "I... I never thought I would do this alone, without

fears. My lips trembled as tears

to move

I don't-" my voice broke, and

don't know how to iving like Eros

do it

here."

with one hand as her other

believe you can do whatever you set your heart