Adrian's POV I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, just watching her breathe. The moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains, falling in soft silver strokes across Kayla’s face. Her brow was smooth now—so unlike the way it had been earlier when she was tense and anxious. There was something calming about watching her sleep, the way her lips moved ever so slightly, like she was dreaming of something... someone. And maybe I was dreaming too. Because today, I found out I’m going to be a father. Father. The word echoed in my chest with a mix of wonder and fear. My hand hovered just above her belly for a moment before I laid it gently across the soft fabric of her dress. I didn’t need confirmation. I could already feel it. The shift in her aura. The subtle rhythm of life forming inside her. It was… surreal. And yet, a shadow lingered. The possibility that she and I might share blood. I refused to believe it. No matter what the diaries hinted at. No matter wha
Xavier's POV I slammed the heavy doors of Desmond’s study open so hard they cracked against the walls. “Do you ever get tired of failing?” I growled, storming in. Desmond looked up from his drink, completely unbothered. “You’re welcome, Xavier. Always a pleasure to see you.” I wasn’t in the mood for his dry sarcasm. “Every plan we’ve made since Kayla came back has fallen apart! The ambush failed. Adrian’s still breathing. And now, they’ve waltzed into our territory like they own it. And now Kayla is pregnant for that pompous asshole. They are acting like they are untouchable even though they are on my own turf!” Desmond shrugged, taking a slow sip. “Maybe they are.” “Don’t fucking joke with me.” I reached for him across the desk. Desmond shot up too, slamming his glass down. “You think you’re the only one pissed off?! My men got shredded in those ambushes. This entire game was your obsession. You were supposed to make her come back willingly.” “I didn’t expect Adrian to pull o
Kayla's POV I sat in the passenger seat of the car as Logan drove us back to the hotel, staring down at my hands, still not fully believing what I had just been told. Pregnant. I was…pregnant. Adrian glanced at me and I could sense the worry in his eyes. His hand found mine, lacing our fingers together with a gentle squeeze. “You’re too quiet,” he said softly. “Say something, Kay.” I opened my mouth but closed it again, choking on the knot of emotions sitting in my throat. Pregnant for my brother. How can I explain that to anyone? How can I explain that to my child? But that doesn't mean I wasn't glad about the baby. After everything—after being told that my miscarriage ruined every chance of me ever carrying again, after giving up completely—this felt impossible. Miraculous. Terrifying. A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away before Adrian could notice. “I just… I never thought this would happen again,” I whispered, my voice shaking. “I thought it was over for
Kayla's POV I sat on the edge of the soft hospital bed with my heart hammering in my chest and my eyes glued to the female doctor as if she had just announced the end of the world. “You’re… pregnant,” she repeated gently, as if she needed to say it twice to make it real. The room fell dead silent. “What?” Councilman Augustine’s voice broke the stillness, sharp and disbelieving. “That’s not possible. She—she was declared barren. Your own hospital records say so.” My mouth dropped open. “That’s not true,” I snapped automatically, then blinked. “I mean—wait, what are you saying? Pregnant? No. No, I think you’re wrong.”The doctor looked at her clipboard and shook her head. "I'm very positive ma'am. You're pregnant." Beside me, Adrian sucked in a sharp breath and stood abruptly, his eyes wide. “Are you sure?” he asked the doctor, his voice low, almost trembling with emotion. “I ran the test three times because of her past records.” she said calmly. “There’s no mistake. She’s carryi
Kayla's POV Everything was blurry. My ears were ringing, my chest felt tight, and it was like my body had just… shut down. I heard voices around me, but they sounded distant, muffled—like I was underwater. My limbs were heavy, my breathing shallow, and I couldn’t even tell if I was lying down or floating. Then, slowly, the light got clearer. The smell of antiseptic hit my nose. Cold sheets beneath my hands. Machines softly beeping somewhere close by. I blinked hard, struggling to lift my head. My vision was still a mess of shadows and light. “Luna Kayla?” Ingrid’s voice cracked. I turned my head slowly to the side and saw her sitting beside me, her face pale with worry and her hands clenched tightly in her lap. “You’re awake,” she whispered, her voice shaking with relief. “What… happened?” I croaked, my throat dry and sore. “You passed out,” she said gently, pushing the hair away from my face. “Right after… after everything came out.” And then it hit me like an for
Kayla's POV I wasn’t ready for this. The soft thud of my boots echoed too loudly as we descended the marble staircase of the northern wing of Xavier’s pack hotel. My legs were still unsteady—partially from exhaustion, partially from the dread coiling in my stomach. Each step closer to the people waiting below felt like walking into a trap. And then I saw them. Councilman Augustine stood tall with his usual smug expression, hands folded neatly behind his back like a man who already knew he had the upper hand. But it was Xavier beside him that made my chest clench. And then i saw Mia—of course she was here. I blinked, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me, but there she stood beside Xavier, visibly pregnant, one hand protectively cradling her swollen belly while the other gripped Xavier’s arm. I stopped short on the staircase. “You’re looking pale, are you sure you want to continue.” Adrian murmured beside me, gently placing a hand on my back for support. I ignored him. M