Promises

Prologue

Travis’s P.O.V. :

            “You sure you’re feeling fine Whitney?” I asked as she coughed badly while we made our way to the pharmacy counter.

            “Yea I’m fine... Just a bad cough...” she smiled weakly at me then coughed again before continuing... “Man I hate the haze! Can humans just stop deforestation already?!? It's not helping us werewolves at all!!”.

            “Careful or people will know that we’re werewolves...” I warned her lightly.

            She just laughed softly before coughing again. By then, we already reached the pharmacy counter and I presented her ticket and receipt to the cashier who began keying in the final cost I had to pay for Whitney’s medication.

            “So total that’ll be $18.50.” the cashier informed me and I pulled out my wallet and passed her a $50 note.

            After putting the change back in my wallet, Whitney carried the plastic bag containing her medications and we decided to just go straight home so she can rest.

            And that’s when I saw her...

            She still look as beautiful as ever with those soft waves of her dark raven hair, her milky pale skin with rosy cheeks and those mesmerizing deep emerald eyes...

            But what got me was her stomach... She’s pregnant... I wonder who is the father of the child...

            I clenched my jaws and balled up my fists and luckily, Whitney made me snapped out of it.

            “Alpha, what's wrong?” she asked in a concerned voice and I quickly regained back my composure.

            “Nothing. I just remembered I had something to do... Do you mind if I pass you some money and you take the cab home by yourself?” I pressed as I looked at her and Whitney gave me a reluctant nod.

            I passed her some cash and watched her hailed a cab and got into it. The moment Whitney was out of sight, I quickly rushed back to the pharmacy area where I last saw her...

            She was there at the cashier, just finished collecting a brown envelope and I hurriedly approached her. She turned around too fast and collided into me and the envelope dropped to the floor, spilling its contents. I felt the sparks the moment she came into contact with me...

            “Oh god I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were right behind me! I should have been more careful!” she squealed as she slowly bent down to pick up her stuffs.

            I immediately bent down first as I noticed she was having difficulty and discomfort having to position herself to a kneeling stance.

            “No it’s fine... It was my fault... I’ll do it...” I told her, not meeting her eyes yet as I collected her items.

            It was pictures and screenshots of her ultrasounds... She wasn’t carrying a child.. She’s carrying quadruplets...

            I held back tears of sadness as I wondered who is the lucky guy who won her heart and managed to have her to bear his children...

            I placed the photos back in the envelope and stood up straight, handing it out to her. She thanked me and finally looked up at me...

            She just smiled and took the envelope from me and turned, walking away.

            I was dumbstruck... Can’t she recognise me???

            I ran after her, grabbing her arm and turning her around to face me. Again I felt the sparks ran up and down my arm...

            “God!” she screamed, not too loudly as she was whirled around to face me. “Oh it’s you again! What do you want?”

            My mind was in a turmoil as I tried to register her reaction towards me.

            “You can’t remember me???” I blurted out and she frowned as she narrowed her eyes at me.

            “Mister, I don’t know you and I obviously can’t remember you if I don’t know you! Now would you please let go of my arm! I’m already a married woman and I live in this neighbourhood! If anyone I know sees me like this, gossips will spread!” she demanded, her face really honest about not knowing me...

            I felt my pupils dilating when she told me she’s married to someone else but I didn’t tighten my grip on her arm.

            “You don’t remember me?? You really don’t?” I asked weakly and she pursed her lips before shaking her head vigorously.

            “No I don’t!” she spoke harshly and I couldn’t care less about people who might know her and create gossips... Heck there was a crowd forming and watching us but I just couldn’t care anymore.

            I grabbed her face and stared into her eyes, those deep emerald eyes I know so well...

            “Megan, it’s me... Travis... You really can’t remember me or you don’t want to remember me???” I asked softly and that’s when the unexpected happened...

            She blinked for awhile before she fainted in my arms...