Chapter 84: Chapter 84

Sierra pov.

Hearing those words, I couldn't help but lose focus on myself, as if the world had already forgotten about me. The weight of Dean's gaze filled me with guilt, and I felt as if my life had become an utter mess.

"I'm sorry," Dean kept saying, his eyes filled with pity and hurt.

"Why me?" I whispered, feeling weak and bewildered, no longer knowing what was happening around me.

Dean moved closer, pulling me gently until my head rested on his shoulder. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, and I felt utterly shattered, as if the world had turned its back on me.

"Why do I have to face such bad luck? Why does it have to be me? What has my child done to deserve being taken away from me? Why?" My words barely escaped my lips, choked with pain.

I couldn't help but feel broken inside, and Dean held me tightly. Regret washed over me, realizing that coming here had been a mistake. What would happen when Henry and Williams found out that my child was gone?

What would Williams do if he discovered his son was dead?

I couldn't suppress the torrents of tears, as if my life were about to be rewritten in a tragic narrative.

"I don't know what happened, Sierra. It's my fault for not being there to help you down. It's my fault that all of this happened," Dean confessed, his voice laced with self-blame.

I pulled away from his shoulder, gazing up at him. Was he placing the burden of responsibility solely on himself?

"I just want to be alone," I whispered, turning my face away, no longer able to bear the sight of him.

"I understand that this is difficult, but try to relax. This isn't the end of life. Don't burden yourself with excessive worry," he implored.

I remained silent, refusing to meet his gaze. He wanted me to calm down after the loss of my child, asking me not to worry too much.

"Just go, please," I whispered, and then I watched as he stood up, finally turning to face him.

"If you need me, I'll be nearby, okay? Just try not to overthink things."

He walked away, accompanied by the man in white. Once they were gone, I collapsed, crying into my knees, as if I were about to soak them completely.

"Why did I come here? What have I done to deserve being clueless, why has the world chosen to make me suffer like this? I thought that perhaps this child would bring happiness back into my life, but here I am, weeping tears of loss."

I cried relentlessly, my sobs echoing as if the entire world could hear me. Why didn't I stay behind and allow Alex to end my life along with that of my child? Why did I return to confront a living hell like this?

Lost in contemplation of Dean's words about losing my child, I couldn't help but despise myself.

Following an extended bout of tears, I closed my eyes tightly, seeking solace in the hope that it was all merely a nightmare.

After a considerable amount of time spent forcing myself to sleep, I strained every ounce of my being to expel those thoughts from my mind, to deny the belief that my child had perished.

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I woke up to the gentle touch of a hand intertwined with mine. Slowly, I opened my eyes and turned around to find Dean peacefully asleep beside me. The sight of his serene face brought a mix of emotions within me. I wanted to hold him, to convey that it wasn't his fault, but whenever I recalled those haunting words, the urge to blame him and myself grew stronger.

I closed my eyes for a brief moment, hoping to find solace, but to my surprise, tears trickled down my cheeks. "Sierra," he called out, his voice breaking the silence. I opened my eyes to meet Dean's gaze as he inched closer to me. However, I looked away, avoiding direct eye contact, unwilling to confront him.

"I understand it's hard to believe, but once again, I am sorry. I know that losing a child is unimaginably difficult, and I failed in my promise to keep your child safe. I failed you," he confessed, his words laced with remorse.

His admission left me perplexed, wondering why he was apologizing. It was then that I noticed the stairs while descending earlier—they were slippery. That was what caused my fall. But why were the stairs in such a hazardous condition?

I reached out, taking hold of his hand, and mustered a smile. "It's not your fault, Alpha. I apologize for making you worry so much. I can't help but feel that coming to this pack was a mistake. Perhaps it's best if I return to my solitary life."

Just as I attempted to rise slowly, he gently held me back, our eyes meeting in unison. "You don't have to say that. This is your home now, and, as I've said before, you can stay as long as you wish. There's no need for you to burden yourself, okay?" His reassurance washed over me, and I nodded, absorbing his words, finding solace in his presence.

Yet, a pang of guilt surged within me for concealing my true identity from him. I exhaled softly, placing my hands on my stomach, a constant reminder that my child was no more.

"Sierra," Dean's voice interrupted my thoughts, prompting me to look up at him. "Yes, Alpha," I whispered, as he gently rested his hands on my forehead, a comforting gesture accompanied by a warm smile.

"Just call me Dean, okay? By the way, what would you like to eat?" he asked, trying to elicit a smile. I chuckled softly, appreciating his effort to make me feel better, and for a fleeting moment, happiness embraced me.

"Thank you, Dean," I whispered, my eyes fixed on his face.

He leaned closer, planting a tender kiss on my forehead. "It's alright. Right now, all you need is some rest. I'll fetch you something to eat, alright?"

I nodded, watching him walk toward the door. "And I apologize once again," he added before leaving, leaving me alone with my thoughts.