"You idiot, foolish, stupid…"
Isabella must've muttered every insult she knew as she continued to cry on my shoulder.
She was so awkward when it came to expressing her emotions.
It made me wonder what she would be like as a mother?
What would Sylvie be like?
How would I change from it?
The logic part of my brain was screaming at me, calling me an idiot.
Who would have children in the apocalypse? At the age of 18, no less. Around the same time when the babies will be born, Conquest will be arriving. I'll have to deal with him while somehow managing to be someone's father.
While another part felt happy. It was a joy I had never felt before in my life. Being their alpha, Sylvie and Isabella could feel how I truly felt in that moment, so I didn't have to tell them.
I can't die. I had to live. I won't allow myself to be killed.
