Derek's POV

The moment I shoved Laura away, she staggered backward, eyes wide with shock. She had pushed me too far this time. 

My patience with her had run out, and I was done pretending to tolerate her.

"You can't do this to me, Derek," she whispered, pressing a hand against the wall for support. "I am your Luna."

I clenched my jaw. "You were never my Luna. You forced your way into my life through lies and manipulation. And now, I'm taking my life back."

Her expression darkened, and her lips curled in frustration. "And what? You think Melissa will run back into your arms? That she'll forgive you just like that?" She laughed bitterly. "She's happy with someone else. She has a life without you."

A growl rumbled in my chest, but I kept myself in control. "You don't know a damn thing about Melissa."

"I know she doesn't want you," Laura spat. "She made that very clear when she accepted your rejection."

I inhaled deeply, my nails digging into my palms. She wasn't wrong, but she didn't know the full truth either. Melissa had accepted my rejection, but the bond hadn't broken-not fully. That meant something. That meant she still felt something, even if it was buried under all the pain I had caused her.

Laura took a step closer, eyes narrowing. "You think you have a chance with her?" She scoffed. "You're delusional. Elijah has given her everything you denied her-love, protection, stability. Why would she ever choose you over him?"

My wolf growled, furious at her words, but I knew I couldn't lose control. Not now. I straightened my posture and levelled her with a cold glare.

"I don't need to explain myself to you," I said firmly. "But hear this, Laura-your time here is over. From this moment on, you are no longer allowed in my chambers. You are no longer welcome in my life. If you try to manipulate me again, I'll strip you of your title and exile you from this pack."

Her breath hitched, and she looked at me as if I had struck her. "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"Try me," I challenged.

For a long moment, she just stared at me, her face pale and stricken. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

The moment she was gone, I let out a slow breath and ran a hand through my hair. I should have done this years ago. I should have never let her manipulate me into rejecting Melissa.

But there was no point in regretting the past. All I could do now was fight for what I had lost.

And that started with Melissa.

The next morning, I barely touched my breakfast. My mind was too preoccupied with thoughts of Melissa. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her-her beautiful face, the way she had looked at me with so much hatred and pain.

I had spent five years searching for her, only to find out she had moved on. But that wasn't what hurt the most. What truly shattered me was realising how much I had broken her.

She had loved me once. I had been her world. And I had destroyed her.

I exhaled sharply and pushed my plate away.

Michael, my Beta, entered the dining hall just as I stood up. "Alpha," he greeted, bowing slightly.

I nodded at him. "Did you get more information on Melissa?"

He nodded, handing me another file. "I dug deeper into her life with Elijah. They've been together for years, but something doesn't add up."

I frowned, flipping through the file. "What do you mean?"

"Elijah has influence and money, but there's no record of a mating bond between them. He's never marked her."

I froze. "What?"

Michael nodded. "From what I found, they've been living together, but they're not officially mated. It's like they're just... together for appearances."

Hope flickered in my chest.

If Elijah hadn't marked her, that meant the bond between Melissa and me still had a chance. It meant she wasn't fully his.

It meant I still had time.

Michael studied me carefully. "Alpha, if you really want to win her back, you need to be smart about this. Melissa isn't the same girl she used to be. She's strong now. Independent. She won't just fall back into your arms."

"I know," I admitted, clenching my jaw. "But I don't care how long it takes. I'll do whatever it takes to fix what I broke."

Michael sighed. "Just be careful, Alpha. Elijah is powerful. If he finds out you're trying to take Melissa back, he won't let you do it easily."

"I don't care," I said firmly. "Melissa is mine, and I'm going to fight for her."

Later that day, I decided to see Melissa. I had to talk to her-to make her understand.

I drove to the company where she worked, my heart pounding with anticipation. When I arrived, I spotted her in the lobby, talking to a colleague.

She looked stunning. She wore a fitted black dress that accentuated her curves, her hair flowing down her back. She looked confident, powerful-so different from the Melissa I had known.

For a moment, I hesitated. What if she refused to see me? What if she had truly moved on?

But I couldn't turn back now.

I took a deep breath and stepped forward.

The moment she saw me, her body tensed. Her smile vanished, and her eyes hardened.

"What are you doing here?" she asked coldly.

I swallowed. "We need to talk."

Her jaw tightened. "We have nothing to talk about, Derek. Leave."

"I can't," I said, my voice firm but gentle. "Not until you hear me out."

Her hands clenched at her sides, and she glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone was watching.

Then she sighed. "Fine. Five minutes."

Relief washed over me, and I followed her into a private office.

The moment the door closed, she turned to face me. "Say what you need to say and leave."

I took a step closer, but she immediately took a step back. The distance between us felt unbearable.

"I was deceived, Melissa," I began, my voice thick with emotion. "Laura set me up. She made me believe you betrayed me. If I had known the truth-"

"But you didn't," she cut in sharply. "You didn't believe me. You didn't even give me a chance to explain."

I flinched. "I know. And I regret it every single day."

She laughed bitterly. "Regret? Do you have any idea what you put me through, Derek? Do you know how much I suffered because of you?"

Guilt crashed over me like a tidal wave. "I do," I admitted. "And I hate myself for it."

She shook her head. "It doesn't change anything. I've moved on."

"Then why haven't you let Elijah mark you?" I asked quietly.

Her breath hitched, and for the first time, uncertainty flickered in her eyes.

I stepped closer, lowering my voice. "You still feel the bond, don't you?"

She didn't answer.

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Melissa, please," I whispered. "Give me a chance to make things right."

She closed her eyes, inhaling shakily. For a moment, I thought she might give in.

But then she stepped back, her eyes cold once more. "It's too late, Derek."

And with that, she walked away, leaving me standing there, heartbroken but more determined than ever.

Melissa still felt the bond.

And I was going to make her admit it.

~~~HER KID IS IN DANGER~~~.

After the brief talk or whatever Mellisa had with Derek, she walked into her department staff office; immediately she was in sight, and all eyes flickered to her. Staring.

Not a regular kind of stare.

This made heat creep up in her neck. 

Her coworkers- eyes were on her. 

She couldn't decipher what brought about this impromptu stare. 

She does get this kind of stare for admiration. But this looks different... They are looking at her like they have just seen a ghost.

Even Knox, the hottest and most attractive guy in their company, has been dying for her.

Always giving her flowers, gifts, and chocolates, like they were some kind of high school teenage lovers.

However, they have some things going on between them... it might get serious.

His stare was different; anger flashed in his eyes, and also, his face squeezed.

Normally it should be admiration and those soft, flirty smiles that made her heart warm.

But it was nothing close to that.

"The fuck is going on!" She cursed under her breath.

She was very sure no one had seen her with Derek. Definitely that wasn't the issue right now.

A lot has happened in the previous week.

They may have realised how uncomfortable the stares made her feel and immediately got back to their laptops.

She exhaled and walked to her desk, her eyes sternly looking at Elysian for explanations as she sat at her office chair. 

Elysian, her best friend for years.

"What?" Elysian said, lips curled, eyes wide.

"I'm supposed to be asking you that, bitch!" 

Elysian looked confused, like she didn't understand what was going on.

Nevertheless, Elysian eyes were on her like others.

She leaned close to Elysian; they both had their desks arranged on the same row.

Elysian whispered. "Tell me the hell why you all were staring at me like an outcast when I entered."

"You both fought?" 

"Is this exactly a question or an answer, Ely?" Melissa lashed out angrily.

"Fuck off, girl! I won't say a word." 

There was a thick silence. Mellisa knew she had provoked Ely, who was more hot-tempered than she was.

Melissa cleared her throat and brought out a red lip gloss. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. Take this; you asked for it."

Elysian angled her head to Mellisa, and her face lit up seeing what it was; she quickly snatched it from Mellisa.

"Thank you so much, Melllll." She screamed, drawing the attention of others.

Melissa stretched her hands and tapped Elysian to control herself.

She realised herself and went cool. "You know ball, girl." Elysian pouted and shoved the red lip gloss inside her bag.

It was worth $2000. Knox got two for Mellisa, and she asked her for one.

Most times, Mellisa and other coworkers wondered if his pay cheque was the same as theirs. He was too expensive.

Fishy, right?

"Just an answer to my question, girl." Melissa persisted. 

"Work time, girl. Wait until it breaks."

Shit!" Melissa groaned, gnashing her teeth; curiosity was killing her.

She checked, and it was a few minutes before break time.

However, Mellisa was still trying to figure out what the word "fought" meant in her context and with whom.

~~THREE HOURS LATER~~

Everyone has left the office for the staff canteen.

"Ely, are you still typing? What the fuck have you been on ever since?" Melissa scoffed. 

"Be patient, girl; what you're about to hear isn't a good one." Ely said, chuckling-not looking up.

"I don't mind!" Melissa's voice was sharp, even though her heart skipped.

"Shut it down and come tell me what I want to know," Melissa said, slamming the laptop shut, trapping Ely's finger in the process.

"Ouch!"

"You deserve that and more." 

Ely untrapped her fingers and gave Melissa a playful look. "Oh well, sit, girl."

Melissa sat too quickly.

"You're acting guilty," Ely said.

"Guilty of what?"

"The drama he displayed." 

Of course, she knew the HE she meant. 

'KNOX', the extremely obsessed gods.

"And what was that he displayed?" Melissa at this point was very confused.

Then, her head drifted back to how he looked so angry.

"How'd you ask me if we fought?" 

Everything was logical yet confusing at the same time. 

"Watch me." Ely said, rising to her feet.

Melissa's eyes were glued on her. Ely literally exited the office and slammed the door.

"The fuck! This Bi-"

She wasn't done when the outburst slammed.

"Damn! Fuck! She's secretly seeing someone? Really! I've been a fool all this while. I caught her sneaking in there with him." It was Elysian yelling and mimicking whatever Knox had done. Obviously.

"The display." Elysian said and burst out laughing... while it dawned on Melissa.

"Wait... he saw us?" Melissa stuttered, trying to assimilate Elys's action.

"Yes, he actually did. And who was that?"

"DEREK!"

"DEREK? You started seeing that arsehole? 

"No, Ely."

"Then?"

"It's complicated." She sighed, "You know I can never fold for that asshole."

"Whatever, girl. Knox is pissed. I've always told you-make it clear to him that..."

Just then Melissa's ringing tone pierced the air... leaving whatever Elysian has to say hanging.

'SCHOOL PROPRIETOR' flashed on the screen.

School was still in session; she had to pick up to know what the issue was.

"Hello. Am I speaking to Ms Mellisa?

"Yes, ma'am." Melissa's voice cracked, maybe due to what just happened.

"Ms, please rush to the Crestwood hospital right away; one of the twins fainted and was rushed there in an emergency."

"What? Fainted?" The word tastes like ash.

"What?" Elysian gasped.

"Please. Hurry." 

Beep beep... the line died.

Melissa quickly grabbed her bag and her phone. "I'm off! My kids! Please, inform the CEO!"

"I'll inform Knox about it...."

Melissa didn't wait to hear what Ely had to say; she bolted out so fast.

But she knows this: Knox doesn't play with her kids; he'll definitely come around.

They'd sort out that silly thought he had about her and Derek.

Derek was her ex, and he remained her ex. His time has expired in her life and that of her kids.

He is never going to get to know them either.

STRANGE FAMILIAR COLOGNE

In the twinkle of an eye, Mellisa was already in the elevator. The ride to the down floor was slower than usual.

However, she made use of the opportunity to text the CEO manager of the company. 

The way she ran past some staff and clients made them tilt their heads. 

Internally, they'd be wondering if she's mentally stable.

But she doesn't care; she doesn't joke about anything related to her kids.

~~~~<~~~~

On reaching the main road, book a cab heading to the hospital.

Ten minutes on the road-the hospital kept on calling. 

Like her son was at the edge of death.

However, they were stuck in traffic.

'Get here in an hour.' She got a text from the hospital email.

"Shit! Why this silly traffic today?" She was freaking out, tapping her legs impatiently.

Roughly an hour later, the cab pulled into the Crestwood General Hospital.

The CRESTWOOD HOSPITAL boldly written at the front of the tall building was terrifying.

Melissa literally flew out of the car before the car came to rest. Her breath was fast and shaky, like she'd run all the way.

"This is your balance, ma'am."

"You can keep that," Mellisa said to the chauffeur and hurried towards the entrance of the hospital. 

She spotted a familiar figure walking across and entering a ward. Before she could process it, the woman was gone. 

Shit! She was actually here for her son.

Thus, as she progressed into the hospital, she saw a nurse, wearing a white gown, holding a pen and a book, taking down records. 

Melissa tapped her slightly from behind.  "Hello nurse, good afternoon. My five-year-old son was brought in here in an emergency, and --

"Liam Parker, right?" The nurse chipped in before she could finish.

"That's him; please take me to his ward." She pleaded. "I need to see my son."

However, she wasn't amazed the nurse could recognise her as Liam's mom. Liam has striking resemblances to Derek.

She hated that people could tell they were father and son if seen together.

However, he has some of her physical features.

"Right away, ma'am," the nurse said, leading the way. She followed swiftly.

Her prayer since her journey to the hospital was.  'Lord, let this not be a critical condition.'

The hospital was really busy, with nurses pushing patients on gurneys and patients waiting for doctors' appointments.

She really hates it here.

As they went deeper, disinfectant and antiseptic hit her nose; it made her want to puke.

The last time she visited the hospital was when something really terrible happened to Ella.

"In there!" The nurse said when they got to the emergency ward, Liam was.

"Right, thanks." Melissa said, walking towards the door already.

"That's his mom." Someone said immediately she cracked the door open.

It was obvious; it was one of his school teachers who sent it.

"Good you are here, ma'am." The doctor said,

Mellisa didn't spare them another glance but rushed to where her son was."

Her heart skipped at the sight of him; he was breathing, but it felt like he wasn't breathing at all or he was struggling to breathe.

"Doctor, What's wrong with my son?" She cried out, her eyes stinging with tears.

Apart from being naturally emotional, she'd go extra when it came to her kids.

"Liam passed out in the school playground during break, ma'am."

"And?" She said and lifted an eyebrow at the doctor; his face wasn't looking bright.

Those are the expressions doctors give when something's wrong.

"He'll be fine. Be calm," the Doctor mouthed. "Umm, several tests had been done before your arrival and-" 

"Can you tell me already?" Her voice was sharper than she intended.

The Doctor was taking forever to land.

"He has hypoglycaemia."

"What?" She gasped, her heart beating.

The word sounded like a serious condition.

"He has low sugar." The doctor said, seeing how she panicked.

She exhales deeply. "That medical word fucking scares me to think it was-." 

"Yes, it is more serious than you think, and if we don't start medication right away, we might end up losing him."

"Hell no, that's not happening."

The doctor adjusted the rim of his glasses, clenching his file tighter.

"Alright, head to admin, settle the payment, and we'll get the glucose drip started ASAP."

With that, he took an excuse and left Melissa with the chubby, short, cooperatively dressed woman.

"He'll be fine, Ma." The teacher said to Mellisa, seeing the fear in her face.

Mellisa nodded. "Thanks for bringing him so quickly."

The teacher smiled. "I'll be on my way. The school will keep in touch."

"Alright." Melissa said, almost teary, 'Being a single mother isn't an easy job.'

She's shouldering it all alone, with no partner to share the load. 

A moment later, after the teacher left, her phone pinged and the screen lit up.

"Hello Mellisa, I hope you're okay? I don't know what this weird feeling I am having is."

Melissa didn't have to rack her brain. She knew it was Derek.

Was he feeling her pain or that of the children he knows nothing about?

The bond was still intact? What if he can smell his pups?

However, her brain kicked in, and she quickly rushed out of the ward to settle the bill, so treatment could be administered to her son.

However, she kept on rereading the message he sent; each read increased the pounding in her chest.

"Who the damn gave you my contact, Derek? And if you must know, I'm good; stop visiting or texting anymore. Blocking you right away." She quickly typed this, and without reviewing, she sent it and blocked him ASAP.

Just then, a strange familiar cologne hit her nostril. Suffocating. 

She knew exactly who wore this scent.

THAT DEMON OF A BETRAYAL!