Chapter 191: Emily’s Anger
As soon as Ana twisted the doorknob and pushed the door open, a heavy ceramic vase hurtled toward her like a missile, slicing through the stale hospital air with a whistle that screamed warning. Emily’s aim was deadly precise, fuelled by raw betrayal.
Ana reacted on pure, animal instinct—her body twisting sharply to the side in a blur of motion. The vase exploded against the wall behind her in a violent shatter of porcelain shards and water, spraying across the floor like shrapnel.
The sharp crack echoed through the room, freezing everyone in place for a heartbeat, the acrid scent of spilled flowers—lilies, maybe—mixing with the metallic tang of fear.
Inside, the nurses stood rooted like statues, their faces drained of colour. Emily was already on her feet, shrugging off the thin patient gown that hung loosely on her frame, her bare feet planted defiantly on the cold tile.
Her face was ghostly pale, but her eyes burned with a fierce, unnatural brightness—sharp as shattered glass, making her look almost feral, a far cry from the vulnerable omega they’d known.
She trembled violently, not from the weakness of her recent collapse, but from the storm raging inside: a toxic brew of white-hot anger, bone-deep fear, and soul-shattering shock. T
he air thickened, heavy and electric, like the moments before a lightning strike—one wrong word, one careless step, and it would all ignite.
The alphas clustered behind Ana exchanged uneasy glances, their usual cocky confidence crumbling.
"Psst, is Emily seriously pissed at us?" Reyes whispered, one hand clutching her bloody nose from an earlier scuffle, as if it could shield her from the hurricane she’d helped unleash. Her voice cracked with rare uncertainty.
"Yes, she is, you fucking absolute idiot," Ivory hissed back, her sharp eyes never leaving Emily. Even Ivory, the unflappable strategist, looked genuinely rattled—her knuckles white where she gripped the doorframe.
None of them had witnessed Emily like this before. Her fury wasn’t just anger; it was raw, personal, laced with the kind of hurt that cut deeper than any blade.
Emily’s glare intensified, pinning them like prey. Then, in a surge of adrenaline that defied her fragile state, she vaulted off the bed, her gown fluttering like a battle flag.
Her alphas’ hearts lurched into their throats, pounding in unison.
"Emily! You’re pregnant, goddammit! Have some goddamn control!" Ana snarled, lunging forward with protective fury, her broad shoulders positioning her like a human shield between Emily and the rest. She didn’t care about others, but she wouldn’t let Emily get hurt.
"Fuck you! Fuck all of you!" Emily’s voice cracked like thunder, shaking with outrage and betrayal that had festered too long. "I told you! I fucking told you to use condoms! But no—oh, I remember that day clear as day. You didn’t use condoms, okay?! You raw-dogged me like it was nothing! Also humiliated me!"
"Emily, calm down," Hellen interjected carefully, raising both hands in a universal gesture of peace, her voice a deliberate whisper-soft balm. "We’re not here to fight you. We just want to talk."
That lit the fuse.
Emily snatched a heavy glass from the bedside table—water sloshing wildly—and flung it with savage force. It arced through the air, glinting under the harsh fluorescent lights.
Everyone flinched hard, ducking instinctively as it smashed against the wall in a spray of shards and liquid.
"Emily! We’re gonna get hurt!" Reyes yelped, her voice pitching high with panic.
"Like hell you will!" Emily roared back, her chest heaving, fury pouring out unchecked. "Your fucking dicks never hurt when they fucked me raw!"
The room plunged into dead, suffocating silence. It hung heavier than any scream, thicker than fog, pressing down on their chests until breathing felt impossible—for the first time, Emily proved that she was a dominant omega. The words lingered, vulgar and undeniable, exposing the reckless passion that had led them here.
Ana drew a slow, steadying breath, her jaw clenched. "Emily, we should think calmly. Sit down before you hurt yourself."
"Your dicks never thought calmly!" Emily screamed, her voice fracturing as tears of rage and terror spilled hot down her cheeks. "Never! You ploughed ahead, all heat and no sense, and now this?!"
"Emily, just calm down and talk to us," Ivory tried, her tone softening to a rare gentleness, as if coaxing a wild animal.
And then, like a dam bursting, the fury shattered.
Emily’s fierce expression crumpled inward. Her knees buckled slightly, and she burst into wrenching sobs, the anger draining from her in a violent rush. What remained was pure, unfiltered vulnerability: fear, helplessness, and overwhelming terror.
Her shoulders slumped under an invisible weight, her hands trembling at her sides, fingers curling into loose fists. She looked so small now, so breakable—impossible to reconcile with the whirlwind she’d been moments ago.
She was scared. Terrified in a way that clawed at her guts. At twenty-four, in this second life she’d clawed her way into, motherhood felt like a cosmic joke. She’d planned for years—time to build a career, explore her identity, claim everything that she hadn’t had in her past existence—and then pregnancy.
Not this. Not now. The baby inside her was a sudden, irreversible reality, too vast, too soon.
Tears carved salty tracks down her face as she stared at them, lips quivering. "I-I... a-am... s-scared..."
Her voice emerged broken and thin, a fragile thread that tugged at every heart in the room.
Ana whirled and jerked her head at the nurses. "Out. Now." They scattered like leaves, slipping through the door and sealing it shut, granting the fractured privacy.
The instant the latch clicked, the room’s energy softened, the storm receding to uneasy waves.
Hellen moved first, closing the distance with careful steps and enveloping Emily in a crushing hug, her strong arms a fortress against the chaos. Emily’s face buried into her chest, the scent of Hellen’s scent cutting through the hospital sterility.
"It’s okay, love," Hellen murmured into her tangled hair, rocking her gently. "Breathe for us, alright? In... out. Just like that."
Emily’s breath hitched raggedly, a sob bubbling up despite her efforts.
Ivory stepped in next, her cool hands pressing firm, soothing circles on Emily’s back through the gown. "You don’t have to carry this alone. Not tonight. Not ever, if we have anything to say about it." Her voice held a quiet steel, masking her own swirling guilt.
Emily clung to Hellen’s sleeve, knuckles whitening, as if it were her only anchor. "I didn’t think..." she whispered, voice splintering. "I didn’t t-think it... w-would h-happen... this fast. Not so... f-fast..."
"We know," Ana said, edging closer without crowding, her alpha presence a steady warmth. "None of us saw this coming. We’re as blindsided as you."
Emily lifted her head, red-rimmed eyes wide with panic. "I’m only twenty-four. I’m not ready. I’ve barely figured out me."
"We know," Ivory echoed, her thumb brushing another tear away with uncharacteristic tenderness. "And that’s precisely why you don’t have to be perfect. None of us expect that."
Emily huffed a broken, watery laugh, the sound equal parts confusion and exhaustion. "That’s not exactly comforting, you know."
"It’s meant to be," Reyes grumbled from the sidelines, arms crossed tight over her chest, her tough facade cracking with uncharacteristic shakiness. "Though, yeah... word choice could’ve been better. Sorry."
Hellen tightened her hold, her voice a low rumble of certainty. "You’re not alone in this, Emily. You don’t have to map it all out this second—or ever, if we can shoulder it with you."
Emily blinked up at them, breaths still uneven but slowing. "F-fathers...?"
"Yes," Ivory affirmed, calm and unyielding. "All of us. Fathers to this little one."
The declaration hung, sinking in like balm on a wound.
"But one of us is biological," Reyes added quietly, her competitive edge peeking through even now, eyes flicking to the others with a mix of pride and jealousy.
"We don’t need to solve that tonight," Ana cut in firmly, her gaze brooking no argument. "Paternity tests can wait. This isn’t a competition."
Hellen nodded fiercely. "Tonight’s about Emily."
Ivory’s fingers lingered on Emily’s cheek. "And the baby. Our baby."
Emily’s face crumpled anew, but this time, relief threaded through the fear—fragile, flickering hope amid the tears.
"I don’t know how to do this," she confessed in a hoarse whisper, voice raw from screaming. "I don’t know how to be a mother. What if I screw it up? What if I’m... not enough?"
Ana’s stern features melted into something achingly soft. "Then we learn. Together. Step by messy step. The baby’s fathers are here."
Reyes uncrossed her arms, stepping into the circle at last, her voice gruff but earnest. "You won’t be doing it alone. I promise you that."
"Not for a single second," Hellen vowed, pressing a kiss to Emily’s temple. "Not if we can help it."
Emily stood encircled by them—still shaking, still crying, but no longer isolated in her terror. The anger had scorched away, revealing the raw truth: she was overwhelmed, petrified, thrust into a future she’d never envisioned.
Yet her alphas remained—awkward in their jealousy, imperfect in their instincts, tangled in confusion. But undeniably present.
And in that moment, surrounded by their chaotic love, it was enough.
