~Noah~ 

Part One

"...and for that I'm grateful. To Dad and Aria!"

Nakoa raises his glass in a toast to our dad and future step-father at the rehearsal dinner the night before their wedding in Santa Monica. Celebrating at Papa's restaurant named the redemption, that they closed just for family and close friends. Even though their trio had split, with my mom and papa eventually getting remarried and dad moving on, the three had somehow managed to stay best friends throughout the years. 

"You okay Noah?" Rumi asked as I quietly stared at my wine glass, swirling it in my hand.

"I'm fine, why?" I asked as I took a small sip, but just the smell of it made me sick to my stomach so I put it down. I hadn't been able to hold anything down since I got here and I'm starting to think I have food poisoning or something. 

"You have a resting suicide face that makes me think you're going through a midlife crisis at twenty-two." My brother comments and I just roll my eyes. 

"Sorry, I guess I just have a lot on my mind," I sigh. Not to mention that on top of the sickness, I was feeling the constant stabbing in my chest just from being so far away from my mates. I tried to tell myself it's only until tomorrow but at this point, I'm not sure I'll make it to the wedding. 

"Are you feeling okay? You're looking kind of pale considering all the ol' Bridgeport island sun you should be getting," Novalee points out, putting a hand on my forehead but I swat her away.

"Mmm, I've just haven't been feeling great," I try to wave it off but she won't let it go.

"Why don't you head back to the house," She suggests, but at this point, I'm not even sure I can drive with the waves of nausea coursing through me.  

"I can take you home," The voice sounds oddly familiar and I turn to find the man version of the boy I used to know in high school.

"Hayden? It's been a while," I force myself to smile as I try to act friendly with my ex-boyfriend. 

"Yeah, I left my phone back at the mansion anyway if you want a ride," He offers and I decide to take him up on the offer. I wonder what happened to him anyway and if he was still the same dickhead I remember. 

"So what brings you here?" I asked him as we walked out to his car and I zipped up my jacket. 

"Well I stared in a movie this fall with Thomas as his son and he took me under his wing in a sense. You've got a wonderful set of parents you know," Hayden explains as his Ferrari purs and I think he's trying to impress me but honestly, nothing could when I have the two most beautiful men on the planet waiting for me. 

"So you made it in acting, after all. That's surprising considering you were shit back then," I bring up and he laughs. 

"I like to think I've improved substantially since then. What about you? I saw you've got two little ones now but no mom?" He questions and the wave of nausea hits, forcing me to shake my head as I try to get rid of it. 

"Drinking a little too much tonight?" He asks and I rub my forehead.

"No, um I'm just not..." I groaned as I suddenly felt light-headed and Hayden smirked, running his hand up my leg to my inner thigh. 

"You know, I gotta admit, I've been thinking about you ever since you left," He says and a cold fear runs through me as he pulls over and I feel his lips suddenly pressed upon mine. He tasted like gunmetal and I almost threw up on him from the taste. 

Refusing to kiss him back, Hayden gives me a hard punch to my gut and as I gasp for the air he knocked out of me, he manages to slide his tongue in my mouth, pushing himself on me. 

Thankfully, whatever drug he gave me isn't strong enough for a Beta like me and I gather all my strength to kick and shove him back, opening the butterfly door to kick him out, not caring where he landed as he screamed. I quickly climbed over to the driver's seat and stepped on the gas just as he put his hand on the open door. 

I nearly crashed once I reached the main road and cars blared their horns at me as I sped back to the mansion. The taste of metal still invading my mouth and the second I reached the house I rolled out of the Ferrari, throwing up on the soft dirt until I was just dry heaving. 

"Noah?! Oh my god!" I heard my Papa shout as he suddenly came up behind me. He had stayed back to watch over his grandchildren, not trusting the security guards we had posted and I'm thankful for it.

"I'm fine," I mutter under my breath as I wiped the drool from the corner of my mouth and I suddenly felt a rush of warm liquid dripping down my legs. 

"You're not fine, look at you!" He panicked, instantly getting down on his knees to help me get up and I let him, leaning on him for support as we made our way into the house. Once we reached the front landing he looked down at me and gasped. 

"Is that blood? Are you pregnant?" He asked and I looked down, seeing what had happened. 

"He killed my baby," I groaned under my breath, the tears slipping before I could catch them and he didn't even bother trying to get me up the stairs to my room. Instantly pulling me into a guest room instead. 

"Noah, what happened?" Papa asks for what feels like the billionth time as I hunched over the toilet and threw up again, getting whatever drug Hayden gave me out of my system. 

Now it all makes sense, I knew something was different when I got on the plane but I didn't think I would get pregnant without being in heat.

 That's why Mase and I didn't use protection. 

We never do. 

But I'm pregnant in another country without my mates and now my baby is dead all because I failed to protect them. 

"Hayden drugged me," I growl once the heaving stops and Papa gently rubs small circles across my back. 

"He did this to you?" Papa asks and I nodded, feeling so fucking helpless that I couldn't control my emotions anymore as I let out the loudest scream I could muster. 

Hoping all of this was just one terrible nightmare...

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Hmmmm... this part is kind of a blur on purpose, cause to Noah it happened all at once. 

Ima go cuddle Grayson real quick cause now I'm sad