Torn Between Destinies-Chapter 32 - Thirty Two

I stood by the window, staring at the trees swaying outside. The sky was cloudy, but a little light still made its way through. I pressed my hand to my stomach, where a small life was growing.

A life that changed everything.

It was strange. Just days ago, I wanted to run. I wanted to forget Darius, forget the prophecy, forget all the pain. But now, things were different. I wasn’t alone anymore.

I had someone inside me. A pup.

Our pup.

Even though I was still hurt, I couldn’t let that pain decide my future. I had to think about what kind of world I wanted this child to grow up in. I had to think about whether hate or love would fill our home.

I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes. My wolf stirred gently inside me, quiet but present. She wasn’t angry anymore. She was watching. Waiting.

I took a deep breath.

Maybe it was time to stop hiding.

Maybe it was time to talk to Darius.

---

I found him in the training field. He was alone, throwing punches into a target made of old logs. His back was to me. His movements were sharp, full of anger and sadness.

"Darius," I said.

He stopped. His shoulders dropped, and he turned around slowly. His eyes met mine. I saw surprise in them, then something softer—something like hope.

"Luciana," he said, his voice low.

I walked toward him until we were just a few feet apart. For a second, I didn’t know what to say. My heart pounded in my chest, but I kept breathing.

"I’ve been thinking," I started. "About everything."

He nodded but didn’t speak. He looked nervous. Like he didn’t want to ruin this moment.

"I’m still hurt," I told him. "I’m still angry. But I’m also tired of fighting. And I can’t think about only myself anymore."

I rested my hand on my belly.

His eyes dropped to it.

"You’re...?"

I nodded. "Yes. I’m pregnant."

Darius took a shaky breath. He looked like he might fall to his knees.

"Luciana, I—"

"I’m not telling you this to trap you," I said quickly. "This baby... it’s part of both of us. And I want them to grow up in a safe, loving home."

He stepped closer. "I want that too. I swear it."

"I know," I said. "And that’s why I’m willing to try again."

His eyes widened.

"I’m not saying everything’s fixed," I continued. "But I’m willing to give us another chance. For me. For you. And most of all, for our pup."

He reached for my hands slowly, like he thought I might pull away. But I didn’t. I let him hold them. His hands were warm and shaking just a little.

"I never stopped loving you," he said. "Even when I was silent. Even when I made mistakes."

"I know," I whispered. "And I never stopped loving you either. But love alone isn’t enough. We have to build something stronger."

"We will," he said quickly. "We’ll rebuild everything. I’ll do whatever it takes."

I gave him a small smile. "Let’s take it slow. Step by step. Stone by stone."

He nodded, and for the first time in a long while, I believed him.

---

Later that day, we sat together in the den. There was no shouting. No blame. Just quiet understanding.

Darius brought out a small notebook and handed it to me.

"What’s this?" I asked.

"A new beginning," he said. "I thought we could write down our plans. For us. For the pup. For the future."

I flipped open the first page.

It was blank.

He handed me a pen.

"You write the first word," he said.

So I did.

I wrote: **Hope.**

He smiled and took the pen next. He wrote under it: **Together.**

That was how we began again.

---

The next morning, I woke up to the sound of birds outside the window. Sunlight touched the wooden floor, warm and golden. Darius was already up, sitting at the table with tea for both of us.

He looked up when I walked in. "I didn’t want to wake you."

I sat down across from him and took the tea. "Thank you."

There was a long pause.

Then he said, "I talked to the builders. I want to start fixing the east wing. It could be a good place for the nursery."

I blinked. "You already planned that?"

He smiled. "I couldn’t sleep last night. I was too busy imagining our pup’s laugh."

I laughed softly, and a strange warmth filled my chest.

Maybe this could work.

---

That evening, we walked through the village together. Some wolves looked at us with surprise. Others smiled. No one said anything cruel.

But I could feel the shift.

They saw we were trying.

When we passed Amira’s shop, she stepped out and waved.

"I heard the news," she said with a wink. "Congratulations."

I smiled. "Thank you."

Her eyes softened as she looked at Darius. "Don’t mess it up this time."

He chuckled. "I won’t."

As we walked on, I looked up at the sky. The moon wasn’t full, but it was bright. My wolf raised her head and let out a soft hum.

She wasn’t howling in pain anymore.

She was singing.

---

That night, we sat in bed together, our fingers lightly touching but not gripping. I turned to him and asked, "Are you scared?"

"Yes," he said honestly. "But I’m also ready. To fight for you. To fight for this family."

I nodded.

"I am too."

And I meant it.

Because choosing us wasn’t about forgetting the past.

It was about believing in something better.

It was about love, yes—but also trust, effort, and the promise of something worth holding onto.

----

The sun was rising when I stepped outside. The morning air was cool and fresh, and dew clung to the grass like tiny crystals. Darius had already left to speak with the patrol team, so I took a quiet walk through the village.

It felt strange to be out in the open again. For weeks, I had avoided eyes, avoided whispers. But now, things were different. I was trying to heal. Trying to live again.

Still, I could feel it—the change in the air.

People looked at me longer than they used to. Some smiled, but others didn’t. Some nodded with respect. But some looked away, their faces tight with something I couldn’t name.

Or maybe I could.

Jealousy.

Hurt.

Resentment.

I walked past the baker’s hut. Alena, a she-wolf who used to laugh with me during harvest season, stood at the door with a tray of bread. When she saw me, her smile vanished. She didn’t speak.

She turned and went back inside.

I paused, unsure if I should feel angry or just sad.

---

Later that day, I went to the garden near the healer’s den. I wanted to gather herbs for the nausea I’d been feeling. But as I bent to pick a sprig of mint, I heard low voices nearby.

"She just comes back, and everything is fine?" one voice said.

"She’s lucky the Alpha still wants her," said another. "After everything."

I froze. My hand clenched around the mint leaves.

"She left him," the first voice whispered. "Ran into the woods like a spoiled pup."

"And now she’s carrying his heir."

Their words felt like stones pressing against my chest.

I stood up and stepped into view.

The voices stopped.

Two younger wolves, Mira and Tessa, stared at me with wide eyes. Mira opened her mouth to speak, but I held up a hand.

"Say it to my face next time," I said quietly.

They didn’t move. I turned and walked away.

---

When I returned home, I found Darius at the table, going over patrol maps. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Fine," I said quickly. Too quickly.

He frowned. "Did something happen?"

I sat down and tried to relax, but I couldn’t stop thinking about those voices in the garden. About Alena’s cold glance. About the way some of the pack looked at me like I didn’t belong.

"Not everyone’s happy we’re back together," I finally said.

Darius sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I know."

"You do?"

He nodded. "I’ve heard whispers. Even from some of the Betas. They think I’m letting emotion guide me."

"Aren’t you?" I asked, not to hurt him, but because I needed to know.

He didn’t get angry. He just said, "Maybe I am. But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong."

I looked at him for a long time. "What if the pack doesn’t accept me?"

"Then they’ll have to learn. Because I’m not choosing between you and them."

That made my heart ache in a good way, but it didn’t ease all my fears.

"You know what they’re saying, right?" I whispered. "That I left. That I ran. That I don’t deserve you."

He stood and came to kneel beside me.

"You didn’t run," he said. "You broke. You needed space. That doesn’t make you weak."

I touched his cheek. "You believe in me. But they don’t."

"Then we show them who you are," he said.

---

The next day, I joined the training sessions. Not to fight—just to observe and offer tips to the younger wolves. When I walked onto the field, the talking stopped.

I felt every stare like a weight on my skin.

But I kept walking.

Caleb, the Beta trainer, raised his brow when he saw me. "Didn’t think we’d see you out here again."

I kept my voice calm. "I’m not here to fight. Just here to help."

He didn’t look pleased, but he didn’t send me away either.

I sat on a bench and watched as the young wolves began their drills. When Mira slipped during a sprint, I called out, "You’re leaning too far forward. Try lowering your center of gravity."

She shot me a look but adjusted her posture. On the next sprint, she didn’t fall.

A few of the others began glancing at me with something like curiosity instead of judgment.

That was a start.

---

Later that night, I sat outside our cabin, staring up at the stars. Darius came out with a blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"You were brave today," he said.

"It didn’t feel brave."

"It was," he said simply.

I leaned my head against his shoulder.

"Some wolves still think I don’t belong," I whispered.

"And some wolves are wrong."

"I just wish it didn’t hurt so much."

"I know," he said. "But we’ll get through it."

We sat in silence for a while. But I could feel it in the wind—some wolves didn’t just resent me. Some might be planning something worse.

---

The next morning, the healer sent for me. She had been checking in on my pregnancy every few days. When I arrived, she gave me a strange look.

"Did something happen last night?" she asked.

"No," I said slowly. "Why?"

"One of my supply sheds was broken into," she said. "Several herbs were taken. Ones used for... more dangerous things."

My stomach tightened.

"Do you think it was an accident?"

She shook her head. "No. Someone knew what they were taking."

I thought of the whispers. The cold looks. The jealousy.

"Do you think it was about me?" I asked.

She didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.

---

When I told Darius, he slammed his hand on the table. "If someone’s threatening you or the pup—"

"We don’t know that yet," I said quickly. "It could be a coincidence."

His eyes burned with anger. "I should have listened to my instincts. I knew there was unrest. I just hoped it would settle."

"What will you do?" I asked.

"I’ll call a gathering," he said. "Tonight."

---

That evening, the entire pack gathered in the center of the village. Darius stood tall before them, and I stood by his side.

"You all know me," he began. "You know I lead with strength, but also with heart."

The pack listened, their faces unreadable.

"Luciana is my mate," he said. "She is carrying my child. Our future. And anyone who disrespects her disrespects this pack."

Murmurs rose in the crowd. He raised his hand.

"Someone broke into the healer’s shed last night. Someone crossed a line. That kind of behavior won’t be ignored."

He paused.

"Fear can turn into hate. But I won’t lead a pack driven by hate."

Silence fell over the field.

Then, to my shock, someone stepped forward.

Alena.

She looked me in the eye. "I didn’t break in. But I haven’t been kind. And I’m sorry."

A ripple moved through the crowd.

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And for the first time, I saw something shift.

It wasn’t full acceptance. Not yet.

But it was a beginning.

---

That night, Darius and I sat together, watching the moon rise.

"There will still be shadows," I said softly. "Some won’t forgive me so easily."

"Then let them watch as we prove them wrong," he said.

I nodded, pressing a hand to my stomach.

Because we weren’t just rebuilding a bond.

We were rebuilding a future.

And no shadow could stop that.