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But she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Lucas. I have to leave. » With these words, she turned on her heel and left the room, leaving behind the life she had known and loved.

Back home, Stella began packing her things, her hands trembling. Each item she put away reminded her of a memory she shared with Lucas, further adding to her grief. Emilie entered slowly, her eyes filled with compassion.

"Are you sure you want to leave? » she asked softly.

Stella nodded. "I can't stay here, Emilie. Every corner of this house, every path in this forest, everything reminds me of him. I need to get away, to find myself outside of this pack. »

Émilie sighed, understanding her friend's pain. "If that's what you want, I'll support you. Where are you planning to go? »

Stella shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know yet. Maybe in a human city. I will find a job, something that will allow me to start over. »

Émilie helped him finish his luggage, exchanging memories and laughter despite the palpable sadness. Before leaving, they hugged each other, knowing that their friendship would last the distance.

Leaving the house, Stella took one last look at the pack village, engraving every detail in her memory. She knew it was goodbye, but she hoped it wouldn't be forever.

The journey to the nearest town was long and silent. Stella was lost in thought, wondering how she was going to rebuild her life. She knew it would be difficult, but she had to do it for her own emotional survival.

Arriving in town, Stella found a small room in a modest hotel and settled in there. The first days were lonely and difficult, every corner of the room reminding her of what she had left behind. But she forced herself to go out, to look for work, to try to integrate into this new world.

She found a job at a local cafe, where she could work without thinking too much about her past. Regular customers and co-workers became a welcome distraction, providing him with some semblance of normalcy. But every evening, when he returned to his room, the pain resurfaced.

Despite this, Stella refused to give up. She knew she had to keep moving forward, rebuilding herself, even if it meant facing pain every day. She had lost Lucas, but she would not lose her own strength.

The human world offered new opportunities, different challenges. Stella immersed herself in her work, learning to appreciate the small joys and new friends she made. Little by little, she began to feel less alone, to find her place in this new life.

But deep down, she knew that a part of her heart would always be with Lucas, with the pack. She hoped that one day she would be able to return, healed and stronger, ready to face whatever life threw at her.

Stella felt a sudden nausea rise within her as she stood behind the cafe counter. She quickly apologized to her colleague and rushed to the bathroom, trying to calm the rebelling stomach. It wasn't the first time in recent days that she felt this sensation, but this time it was more intense. A wave of fear and uncertainty invaded him. Something was wrong.

After freshening up and catching her breath, Stella forced herself to return to work. Throughout the day, his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with this persistent nausea. On her way home that evening, she stopped at the pharmacy and bought a pregnancy test, her heart racing.

Sitting in her small bathroom, she waited for the results, her hands trembling. The world seemed to stop when she saw the two red lines appear. Positive. She was pregnant. A storm of emotions overwhelmed her: fear, confusion, and a little hope. But soon, a more shocking reality revealed itself. After a visit to the doctor, she discovered that she was carrying not one, but three babies.

Stella sank into a chair, staring at the ultrasound. Three little hearts beat inside her. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks. How was she going to handle this on her own? Lucas... her mind turned to him instinctively. But she knew she couldn't return to the pack. Not now. Not after everything that had happened.

She took a deep breath and stood up. "I can do this," she whispered out loud, trying to convince herself. "For their sake, I have to do it. » These little beings depended on her now. They were all she had left of Lucas, and she was determined to give them the best life possible.

The months that followed were difficult. Stella continued to work at the café, her colleagues knowing nothing of her pregnancy. She hid her growing belly under baggy clothes and forced herself to ignore the curious stares. She didn't want to attract attention, not in this city where she tried to blend in.

She also immersed herself in her studies, determined to succeed in medicine. His days were filled with work, classes, and long nights of revision. Every moment was a struggle to juggle her responsibilities and her pregnancy. But she persevered, carried by the thought of her future children.

One evening, after a particularly exhausting day, Stella came home and collapsed on the couch. The babies seemed agitated, and she gently stroked his belly, trying to calm them. "Everything will be okay," she whispered. "We're going to get through this. »

The loneliness weighed heavily on her. She had no one to confide in, no one to share her fears and hopes. But she couldn't risk revealing her past, or the truth about her children. The human world was to remain ignorant of their existence.

Despite everything, moments of joy brightened his daily life. Feeling babies move for the first time, hearing their hearts beating during ultrasounds, these were little miracles that motivated her to continue. Every day, she clung to these moments, using them as a source of strength.

One day, as she was leaving university, she caught the eye of a man who was staring at her intensely. He had a mysterious appearance, with messy brown hair and piercing eyes. "Hey," he said as he approached. "My name is Mark. I've seen you here a few times, and I was wondering if you'd like to chat a little. »

Stella hesitated. She didn't really want to meet new people, especially now. But something in his sincere gaze pushed her to accept. "Okay," she replied with a shy smile. " Why not. »

They sat down at a table outside the cafeteria and started talking. Marc was also a medical student, and they discovered common interests. The conversation flowed easily, and for the first time in a long time, Stella felt relaxed, almost normal.

Over the weeks, Marc and Stella became friends. He was kind, caring, and seemed genuinely interested in her. Still, Stella kept her distance, not wanting to get too attached. She had too many secrets, too many responsibilities.

One evening, after a long day of classes and work, Marc invited Stella to dinner. "I know an amazing little Italian restaurant," he says enthusiastically. "You'll love it." »

Stella agreed, although she was nervous. She had been careful to hide her pregnancy, but as the months progressed, it became more and more difficult. She chose a loose dress that hid her belly and joined Marc at the restaurant.

The dinner was wonderful. Marc was charming and funny, and Stella found herself laughing and forgetting, if only for a moment, her concerns. But as they enjoyed dessert, an unexpected question made her stiffen.

"Stella, you never talk about your family," he said softly. "It makes me curious. »

She felt a wave of panic rising within her, but she remained calm. "They're not in my life anymore," she replied vaguely. "It's too painful to talk about. »

Marc took her hand across the table, his eyes full of understanding. " I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. »

Stella squeezed his hand, appreciating his silent support. " It's not serious. Thank you for understanding. »

Time passed, and soon Stella found herself at the hospital for a routine appointment. Her physician, Dr. Thompson, was a compassionate and competent woman. "The babies are doing well," she said with a smile. "But you really need to rest more." Your body is put to the test with three little ones to feed. »

Stella nodded, grateful for the advice. "Thank you, doctor. I'll try to slow down. »

Back home, Stella collapsed on her bed, exhausted. But even in her fatigue, she felt a fierce determination. She fought for her children, for their future. She knew that every effort, every sacrifice was worth it.

The months passed quickly, and before she knew it, Stella found herself nearing the end of her pregnancy. Marc remained a constant and reassuring presence in her life, although she still had not revealed her secret. She felt guilty for hiding the truth from him, but she saw no other choice.

One evening, while they were walking in a park, Marc turned towards her, his face serious. "Stella, I have to tell you something. I love you. »

Stella's heart sank. She loved him deeply, but she couldn't give him what he wanted. "Marc, you are a wonderful person. But there are things you don't know about me. »

He looked at her with an intensity that made her shiver. "Then tell me." I want to know everything about you, Stella. I am ready to accept anything. »

She looked down, tears threatening to fall. "I can't, Mark. Not now. »

Marc sighed, but he didn't press any further. " Alright. But know that I am here for you, no matter what. »

That night, Stella felt more alone than ever. She knew she had to focus on her children and her studies, but the idea of losing Marc haunted her. She tossed and turned in her bed, searching for a solution.

Finally, she made up her mind. She needed to focus on what was most important: her unborn children and her future as a doctor. She would work hard, make whatever sacrifices were necessary, and maybe one day she could explain everything to Marc.

The day of delivery came faster than she had imagined. The contractions started late at night, waking her up with a start. She grabbed her phone and called an ambulance, her thoughts revolving around the babies and their safety.

In the hospital, labor was long and painful, but Stella fought with a strength she didn't know she possessed. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard her child's first cry. Then the second. Then the third. Tears ran down her cheeks as she watched her three miracles.

"Congratulations," the nurse said with a warm smile. "Three beautiful, healthy babies. »

Stella took them in her arms in turn, feeling a wave of

Emotion invades him. There they were, his children, his precious triplets. Their presence momentarily erased all the pain and loneliness she had felt over the past few months. She looked at them, amazed by their little faces, and she knew that every sacrifice was worth it.

The days that followed were filled with joy and challenges. Stella quickly learned to juggle the needs of three newborns

, often exhausted but always determined. Every smile, every chirp, gave him the strength to continue.