Found my Lycan Brothers

Chapter 2

Sloane's POV

Three days ago, I went to Grace's clinic for a full check-up.

Grace was the most gifted healer in the Fullmoon Pack, and when it came to medical expertise, her word was law.

The news hit me like a thunderbolt, so surreal I could barely process it. "Are you sure?" I asked, my voice trembling with disbelief.

"Absolutely," Grace replied, her excitement practically bursting through the Mindlink. "You're two months pregnant."

My hand drifted to my stomach, where a dull ache pulsed. A swirl of joy and fear churned inside me.

I'd been an orphan my whole life, and I had always dreamed of having a child of my own. Now, that dream was coming true, but the timing couldn't have been worse.

Zane's cold declaration to end our mate bond loomed over me like a storm cloud. I wasn't sure I could protect this tiny life growing inside me.

"Grace, I need you," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. "You have to help me keep this baby... please!"

"What's wrong?" Her voice sharpened with concern.

I tried to pull myself off the floor, but my body felt like lead, drained of strength. Sobbing, I spilled everything and begged Grace to meet me at the arena.

Grace was livid as she cursed Zane's name. Her wolf, unable to contain her rage, took over.

Within minutes, they arrived at the storage room where I'd collapsed.

Grace's wolf, Doris—a rare pink-furred healer—immediately began treating my injuries.

She whimpered, licking my wounds gently, her warm fur brushing against me like a comforting embrace.

I felt a soft glow pulse through me. It calmed my pain and slowed the bleeding. Strength returned to my limbs.

Grace handed me a vial of medicine to stabilize the pregnancy.

"You and the baby are safe for now," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "But you need to take these meds religiously. And Sloane, you can't let Zane hurt you like this again."

She gripped my hand, her gaze softening. "You need to talk to him. This baby... it might change everything."

My fingers brushed my stomach, a fragile hope sparking in my chest.

Zane had always wanted a proper family, a home filled with warmth. Now that we were having our child, that dream was finally within reach, wasn't it?

I felt maybe this child could mend what was broken, and maybe, for our baby's sake, he'd reconsider.

Hope swelled inside me. I couldn't wait to tell him this good news.

Thanking Grace, I clutched the medicine and my ultrasound report, my heart fluttering with cautious anticipation as I returned home.

But Zane wasn't there.

He didn't come back that night. Or the next morning.

I knew exactly where he was—with Evelyn.

What were they doing all this time?

My hand rested on my belly, bitterness clawing at my heart.

Exhausted, I curled up on the bed and drifted into a restless sleep.

The next afternoon, Zane's call jolted me awake.

"Get dinner ready. I'll be home." His voice was as cold as ever, the same detached tone he used every day.

Yet somehow, hope stirred in my heart again.

Nothing had changed—he was still willing to come home.

Things could be fixed. Our mate bond could still work. We would surely build a happy family together...

I sprang into action, bustling around the kitchen with a renewed sense of purpose.

Despite having a full staff of maids at Moonspire Villa, I always insisted on cooking for Zane myself and making sure his suits were perfectly pressed. He seemed to enjoy my cooking—enough that he rarely missed dinner time.

Today, he returned earlier than usual.

I was just plating the final dish when the rumble of his car echoed through the driveway.

Slipping the ultrasound report into my apron pocket, I stood at the entrance, my heart pounding with nervous hope.

I imagined his face when he saw the report. I felt that maybe, just maybe, he'd be surprised, even happy.

Then, a woman's laughter floated through the air. I froze.

The maid opened the door, and I froze at the sight before me.

A stunning woman with flame-red hair and matching eyes stood there in an elegant pink suit, clinging to Zane's arm.

They were standing impossibly close to each other.

It was Evelyn.

I never imagined Zane would bring Evelyn into our house.

"Sander..." My voice faltered, shock rooting me to the spot.

Words failed me as pain surged, drowning me in its depths.

Zane's gaze met mine, cold and unyielding. "Evelynn will be staying here from now on," he said, his tone devoid of warmth.

Evelynn flashed a saccharine smile, her voice dripping with polite charm. "I heard you've been taking care of Zane these years. Thank you, Sloane."

Her poised elegance dragged me back to three years ago.

Back then, she'd worn that same innocent mask, holding a vial of Silver Bane. "Who do you think Zane will believe when I use this?" she'd purred. "You... or me?"

She'd won. Despite how paper-thin her lies were, Zane had chosen to believe her.

For three years, even in her absence, I'd lived in her shadow, haunted by her victory.

The memories crashed over me like a tidal wave. I staggered, gripping the wall to steady myself.

Evelynn rushed to my side, her face a picture of feigned concern. "Oh, Sloane, are you okay?"

Then, in a low voice just loud enough for Zane to hear, she added, "Don't worry, I've recovered from the Silver Bane you used on me three years ago. I've suffered, but I won't bring those accusations again. Water under the bridge, isn't it?"

The old accusations slammed into me, fear flashing in my eyes.

I looked to Zane, desperate to explain, to tell him the truth.

But he didn't give me a chance.

His gaze never left Evelynn. He took her wrist gently, guiding her to the sofa. "You're safe now," he murmured. "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

My heart plummeted, sinking into a cold abyss.

Three years, and he'd never believed me, not even for a moment.

It was as if those daily torment wasn't enough, and now he was parading Evelynn in front of me, rubbing salt in the wound.

A sharp pain stabbed my abdomen, and I felt my little pup inside, crying out, sensing his father's rejection.

My fists clenched, my body trembling with rage. "You couldn't even wait until we break the bond before bringing her here?"

Zane's cold eyes flicked to me before softening as he turned to Evelynn. "Your room is ready upstairs. The maids will help you get settled in. Take a look around, then join us for dinner later."

"Alright." Evelynn shot me a glance, her smile a mix of graciousness and triumph. Then, with her Hermès bag in hand, she glided upstairs with effortless grace.

Zane loosened his tie, exhaustion etched into his features as he approached me. "Just name your price," he said, his voice like ice. "We can end this now."

My hand tightened around the ultrasound report, my body shaking.

His face, still devastatingly handsome, stirred the same flutter in my chest it had fourteen years ago when I first saw him.

I didn't want to give up. Even for my baby, I had to keep trying.

With a trembling voice, I asked, "What if... I'm pregnant? Would you still want to break our bond?"