I opened my mouth in shock, he actually left. I ran to the door throwing it open. I ran hoping that I'd be able to reach him in time. He couldn't leave. He wouldn't.

Marcus and Axel stood in front of me blocking my way. Despite my rant and incoherent words, they simply looked at me in sympathy. That was when I knew he was gone to where I couldn't reach him.

There was nothing I could do so I dropped to my knees, crying my eyes out. I never knew how much Dorian meant to me until another woman tried to stake her claim on him. She won. She has him now while I'm left alone with my baby.

I don't care what Dorian is. All I care about is the life he showed me and how much he's opened my eyes to everything I didn't know could be real.

I felt arms picking me up but I didn't have enough energy to protest or fight. Through my blurry vision, I could see three figures. I assumed it was Nancy, Zoe, and Anna.

The person carrying me held me close until I was gently placed on my bed. I curled my feet up to myself in a ball, letting the tears soak through my pillowcase.

The girls surrounded me brushing my hair back, soothing my back and holding my hand. They offered me any type of comfort which made more tears spill out of my eyes. They were being too kind and I didn't deserve any of it.

They should be enjoying the day with their pack and family, not here with me.

"How can he do this to me?" My voice broke as I thought about what he is about to do with her. I could hear some of the guys downstairs courtesy of my baby's effect already wearing on me.

"We shouldn't have allowed Tilda to be with Dorian." Axel's voice ringing seriousness for once.

"Don't think about him, think of the baby," Anna said, bringing my focus back to them.

"He hurt me real bad." I sobbed into Nancy's arms. All of the girls hugged me saying soothing words, though none registered to me.

All the memories of Dorian and I flooded through my mind. The flashbacks of us when we first met, our passion in bed, the cuddling while he held my stomach when we slept. The whispers to our baby when he thought I was still in a deep sleep.

Why would he give all that up? Was I the fool to believe he could love me? Everything had felt normal with him here and now everything was about to change after this day.

I felt a sharp pain in my stomach making me lose my breath. My stomach felt like someone was stabbing me multiple times. I pulled away from the girls limping to the bathroom, the bile rose up making me throw it all up in the toilet.

The scary thing was that I couldn't feel anything below my chest. It felt like my body stopped functioning. My legs wobbled and gave out making the girls gasp but they caught me in time before I could hit the ground.

I could faintly hear them yelling for help but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes. I could tell they were rushing me somewhere by the feel of the wind on my face. I wanted to ask what was happening but the pain kept me from doing so.

The voices started to increase the more they rushed. I could see light through my closed eyelids.

"Flora, can you hear me? Talk to me, darling." It was Nancy's voice.

"We're going to give you a shot to stabilize the pain." I didn't feel the needle but then I suddenly started to breathe properly. My body felt heavy making me want to sleep until the end of time.

After who knows how long I slept, I fluttered my eyes. I looked around to see the three faces I needed. The girls were there giving me delicate smiles as they asked how I was feeling.

"Hey," my voice was hoarse. "I feel like I got hit by a truck." I tried to sit up to be able to gather myself but felt sore. The girls had gently pushed me back down instead of helping me up. I was going to protest but then we heard something that caught our attention.

There was a commotion outside the room and the sound of running. Zoe put a hand on my own. "It's alright, we'll take care of it."

She leaned into my ear whispering what I missed out on when I was unconscious. They all left the room, leaving me speechless. I couldn't even process what Zoe told me when I heard the door open.

I immediately looked away when I saw him. He shouldn't even be here.

Dorian walked into the room seeing me avoid his gaze. I had turned over, facing away from him. By the faint whimpers and the movement of my shoulder's, he knew I was crying. About what? He didn't know yet.

"The baby?" He asked softly.

He was met with silence. A girl from the pack had come in giving me some food. She handed me some pills and a piece of paper. "You need to get some rest. The stress has been getting to you. Nancy also wants you to take these pills to help."

"Flora you gotta tell me what's going on." Dorian pleaded once the woman left the room.

I sat up despite the pain, grabbed his hand while lifting my shirt to place it on my stomach. I could tell he could feel the vibrations within my stomach. I'm pretty sure he could feel the different paces and beats residing within me.

"There's three."

"Three?"

I pushed his hand away and placed the food in front of myself. "I hope she was worth it cause it almost cost their lives."

"What happened?"

"When you left," my voice cracked. "It hurt, then I was physically hurting."

"How could've we've not known there were three?"

"Nancy said that their heartbeats were at the same pace, masking the sound as if it were just one baby. She said that the biggest was probably conceived on the first night then on the second night, two more were developed."

Dorian reached over holding my hand in his. "I'm so sorry, Flora. If I would've known you were in pain then I wouldn't have done it."

"Tell me something, would you still have gone with her if you knew about the babies?" His long pause and the way he looked away gave me my answer. I pulled my hand away from his, the tears forming in my eyes.

"I can't look at you. Just go. Get out of here!" He followed my orders and stayed out of the room. The rest of the night was spent with dwelling in my own thoughts. He practically told me that he still would've deliberately slept with her if knew about the babies.

After all, we had been through, I thought I knew him. It just goes to show that the true person surfaces through time.