The Billionaire Alpha’s Forbidden Romance

Refugees!

* Claire's POV *

I sat on the couch, staring blankly at the wall in front of me. I couldn't believe what Gina had just told me. The revelation of the pregnancy still haunted me, and I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. My mind was racing, and I didn't know what to do.

I replayed the conversation with her in my head. She had seemed so afraid about the whole thing, like it was something she didn’t want to do. But to me, it felt like my world was falling apart. I loved William, but this news was a lot to take in.

I tried to calm myself down by taking deep breaths, but it wasn't helping. I felt like I was drowning in my own thoughts. I needed someone to talk to, someone who would understand and give me the support I needed. That's when I thought of my mother.

I picked up my phone and dialed her number. My hands were shaking as I waited for her to answer. After several rings, she finally picked up.

"Hello, Mom?" I said, my voice trembling.

"Claire, sweetie, what's wrong?" my mother asked, immediately sensing something was off.

"Mom, it's William...his ex-girlfriend, Gina, she's pregnant with his baby," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth.

There was a long pause on the other end of the line before my mother spoke again. "Oh, Claire, I'm so sorry. How are you feeling?"

And so, I poured my heart out to my mother, telling her everything that had happened and how I was feeling. I felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders just from talking to her. She listened to me without judgment and gave me the advice and support I needed to face this difficult situation.

"Oh, you poor child," she said when I finished talking. "I can't even begin to imagine what you must be going through. How are you going to deal with this?"

"I don't even know, Mom. I feel hurt, angry, confused...I don't know what to do," I said, tears streaming down my face.

"Have you talked to William about it?" my mother asked.

"No, we haven't spoken about it yet. I don't think he knows she's pregnant at all, and I don't know how he's going to react when he finds out the truth," I explained. "He's going to be so angry, and I don't think I want to be on the receiving end of that anger."

"Well, honey, you need to have a conversation with him and figure out what's best for you both. You have to take care of yourself and make sure you're not sacrificing your own happiness for someone else's," my mother said, her voice firm and comforting.

"I know, Mom, but I love him. I don't want to lose him," I said, feeling torn.

"Love is about supporting each other and making each other happy, not about sacrificing yourself. You need to have a honest conversation with William and figure out what you both want for the future," my mother advised.

"I just don't know if I'm ready to deal with all of this. A baby with his ex-girlfriend...it's just so complicated," I said, feeling overwhelmed. “And to top it all off, she wants me to ask him for some money because she’s desperate. It’s all just too much, and I don’t know if I can handle it.”

"I know it's not easy, but you need to face it head on. It's better to deal with it now than to let it fester and cause even more problems down the road," my mother said wisely.

"Thank you, Mom. I needed to hear that. I'll talk to him," I said, feeling a little better after talking to my mother.

"I'm always here for you, Claire. Remember that," she said, before we said goodbye.

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. I had to be strong and face this head on. It wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to do whatever it took to protect my happiness and my relationship with William. I had to figure out what was best for both of us, and make sure that we were on the same page going forward. It was a daunting task, but I was ready to face it.

After hanging up the phone with my mother, I sat on the couch, trying to process everything that had just happened. My mind was still in a state of shock from the news about Gina's pregnancy and now this new development with William. I was barely able to catch my breath when my phone rang again. It was William.

“Hey,” I said when I answered the call. “Why aren’t you back yet? Are you still busy at the office?”

"Claire, I need you to listen to me carefully. There's been a werewolf attack in Manhattan, and the police suspect it was me. I need to lay low for a while, so I'm sending the driver to pick you and Sarah up," William said in a rushed voice.

I was stunned. William had never been involved in anything like this before , but this was something different. A werewolf attack was a serious matter, and if the police were suspecting him, it meant he was in real danger. It was as if the universe itself was trying to get to us, and it was throwing every bit of chaos and challenges at us.

"I'll be ready," I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

"Good. Río will be there in thirty minutes. Pack a bag for a few days, just in case," William instructed. “I don’t want you anywhere near that place for a few days at least.”

“Do you know what led to the attack?” I asked.

“I have no idea,” he replied. “I’ve sent some men over to investigate, and I’ve informed the council of the attack. We will have an emergency meeting tonight to discuss the attack and the best way forward.”

“Alright,” I said. “I’ll see you soon.”

I hung up the phone and immediately sprang into action. I threw a few essentials into a bag, including clothes, toiletries, and my phone charger. I had no idea where we were going or what we would need, but I knew that I had to be prepared for anything.

As I packed, my mind was racing with thoughts and questions. Where would we go? How long would we be gone? What would happen to William if the police caught him? I tried to push the negative thoughts aside and focus on the present moment. I knew that William needed me, and I was determined to be there for him, no matter what.

Jakob had already been informed of the attack by William, and he helped me pack as well. He left shortly afterwards, however, because he had to go and investigate the scene of the crime. He told me that he suspected it was some rogues who orchestrated it, as more and more of them had been pouring into the city since the secret existence of werewolves was exposed to the humans. They had been going around causing trouble everywhere, mostly because New York was neutral ground and they couldn’t be killed or captured because of it. William had to figure out a way to enforce some sort of rule to control that, because at this rate, everyone was going to pin the blame on him for every little attack that took place.

Thirty minutes later, the driver arrived, and I was on my way to meet William. My heart was pounding in my chest as I climbed into the car, and I couldn't help but wonder what the future held. I had never been in a situation like this before, and I was both scared and determined.

“Don’t worry, Luna,” Rio said as he sped off. “You and the baby will be safe. Alpha William will take care of that.”

“When did the attack happen?” I asked.

“About two hours ago,” he said. “There’s six people dead apparently. And the security tapes of the building have been stolen, so it was a coordinated attack.”

“Things are really tough out there, aren’t they?” I asked.

“Indeed,” he sighed. “We’ve never faced a crisis like this before. I just hope we Alpha William will find a way to deal with this very soon.”

“I hope so too, Rio,” I sighed as Sarah woke up and began to cry once more. “I hope so too.”

When I arrived at the meeting place, William was already there, waiting for me. He looked tired and stressed as I climbed into the car, but he still managed to give me a small smile when he saw me. I hugged him tightly, and for a moment, all of my fears melted away. I was grateful to have him by my side, no matter what the future held.

“Are you good?” he asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “You?”

“More or less.”

As we drove away from the city, William began to explain the situation to me in more detail. He told me that he had just received a call from Agent Elizabeth Sawyer, who informed him of the werewolf attack in Manhattan and the police suspecting him.

"I can't be seen around Manhattan for a while," he said, his voice filled with worry. "If the police catch me, they'll lock me up, and I won't be able to protect myself or you."

I listened intently as he explained how he had been careful to keep his activities so far a secret, but now, it seemed like that secret was in danger of being exposed. I could tell that he was trying to stay calm, but I could sense the fear in his voice.

"We need to lay low and figure out what our next move is," William continued. "Agent Sawyer is trying to help us, but it's going to take time. In the meantime, we need to keep a low profile and stay out of sight."

I nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, but I was determined to support William and do whatever it took to help him.

William went on to explain that he had been keeping tabs on werewolf activity in the city for some time now, and that it was difficult to do so with so many rogues prancing about and the rate of criminal activities skyrocketing in which a short period of time. However, with the police suspecting him, it was important that we stay out of sight until they could gather enough evidence to clear his name.

We spent the rest of the drive talking about our options and making a plan. William was worried about the future, but I was determined to stay positive and focus on finding a solution. I knew that we would face challenges, but I was confident that we could get through them together.

As we drove, I couldn't help but think about how much our lives had changed since we had met. I had never imagined that I would be in a situation like this, but I was grateful to have William by my side. No matter what the future held, I was ready to face it together.

When we arrived at our destination, I could see the relief in William's eyes. We were finally in a place where we could lay low and plan our next move. I hugged him tightly, knowing that we had each other to rely on during this difficult time.

William took me to the Council House, a safe haven for werewolves like us. It was located on a lonely hill in Rhode Island, surrounded by dense forests and rolling hills. The house was an old, sprawling mansion that had been passed down through generations of werewolves and was considered to be a sacred place for our kind.

As we approached the house, I was struck by its grandeur. The mansion was made of stone and had large, imposing columns on either side of the entrance. The windows were tall and narrow, and I could see curtains fluttering in the breeze. The garden was well-manicured and was filled with blooming flowers and shrubs, providing a stunning contrast against the stone exterior of the house.

William led me inside, and I was immediately greeted by the warm, comforting smell of wood smoke and home cooking. He must have called ahead to have someone prepare dinner for us.

The interior of the house was just as impressive as the exterior, with high ceilings, intricate moldings, and polished hardwood floors. The walls were adorned with portraits of past Council members and werewolves, who had made significant contributions to our community.

We were greeted by a few servants, who were all werewolves like us. They welcomed us with open arms, and I could see the relief in William's eyes as he realized that we were finally safe. They informed us that we would be staying in the east wing of the house, which was reserved for special guests like us.

The Council House was a place where werewolves could come to escape the dangers of the outside world. They offered support and protection to those in need, and I was relieved that we had somewhere like this to lay low. They had a large library, which was filled with books on werewolf history and legends, as well as a training room, where we could practice and hone our skills.

William and I were given a room in the east wing of the house, and I was immediately struck by its beauty. The room was large and spacious, with a four-poster bed, a comfortable armchair, and a fireplace. I could see the lush green forests and rolling hills through the large windows, and I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The room was decorated with antiques and intricate tapestries, which added to its cozy and inviting atmosphere.

“Home sweet home,” he chuckled mirthlessly. “This is as best as it can get for refugees like us.”

“We’re not refugees, William,” I said. “Don’t be so moody.”

He chuckled as he held me close, kissing me on the forehead. “You’re right,” he said. “Let’s make this work.”

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