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.

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 in the South to commemorate the fallen of

Andrew and Mirabel exchanged vows, and Timothy graciously passed the torch of leadership to Andrew, allowing him to assume his role in Brentwood. Although Andrew had initially desired to be closer to his cousins in the West, love and destiny guided him to my

by his cousins and other brothers. Yuri, a wicked and heartless man, showed no mercy even to his sons. Two of them paid with their

every day, inflicting agonising pain upon him. Yuri begged for release, but Sylvester made sure his torment was slow and unforgettable. He, too, was no longer among us.

of her future. Given the circumstances, I knew she would rot away in there. Leah had tried to find sympathy for her mother, but her pleas

think that

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

sought solace in Grizlo, building a new life filled with happiness. Jake's wolf had yet to return, but we held onto hope that one day it would. Nevertheless, it didn't dampen 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

the tale of their bloodline was taught openly in schools. It was no longer

with twins this time. Their son was named Alexander, while their daughter was affectionately named Eleanor. Unfortunately, circumstances prevented us from being

was Katya's turn to deliver her precious baby. It made perfect

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. She had countless questions, particularly about how our little ones would look. I refrained from speculating, but deep down, I couldn't help but imagine

were on our way. Hurrying to fetch the car, I prepared to drive her to the medical facility. With contractions occurring every fifteen minutes, we had enough time for the

truly happy. It was beyond anything I had ever imagined. After enduring the betrayals of Amanda and the pain of hurting Tamia, I had lost all hope. But fate had smiled upon me, turning my life around. Now, I was about to embark on the incredible

hand tightly as she bravely brought our twins into 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. Amelia's delivery went smoothly, without any complications, and she gave birth

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

in my arms 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

called our dear friends to share the wonderful news of our twin babies' arrival, and their hearts overflowed with happiness for us. Luckily, they had already planned to visit us in a few weeks, and we eagerly anticipated celebrating this precious

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

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 weeks were bound to be filled with endless joy

Andrew and Mirabel will be joining us. The only ones missing were

excitement. Our conversations over the phone simply didn't compare to the joy of being together. We gathered outside the

emerge, warmly congratulating me and

no doubt you'll be an amazing father," he said, and I clung to him

needles away