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Lilith’s POV

Two months later…

"I'm pregnant?" I whispered.

Doctor Harry nodded, his eyes fixed on the results in his hands.

My heart sank, yet a smile tugged at my lips as I sat across from him in his office.

"I need to inform the Alpha and Luna. They’re waiting outside," he said, finally moving toward the door.

"How many weeks?" My voice trembled.

"Three weeks and a few days," he replied with a small scoff, finally meeting my eyes.

"Thank you, Doc," I whispered.

"I’m glad you’re happy, but don’t get carried away. Anything could still go wrong."

"Nothing will," I cut in quickly.

He gave a short laugh, muttering my name, "Lilith," before stepping out.

Alone, I walked to the mirror, resting my hand on my stomach. In just weeks, I was carrying another life. It didn’t matter that the child came from Alpha Rowan and Luna Rachel’s requirements—I still felt attached.

Two months since Doctor Harry’s arrival, and here I was, pregnant.

He had been gentle, probably the kindest man I’d met. Surprisingly, he was close friends with the royal physician.

I remembered how that man had smiled for the first time when speaking with Harry during my first appointment for inserting the fertilized egg a month ago.

He had suddenly shown up unannounced having returned from his trip. One that took him away right after the day of Alpha Rowan's incident.

I sighed tiredly. How did my mind get there again?

The Royal Physician had been eyeing me suspiciously, probably because of that day, but I just smiled at him and pretended not to notice his eyes on me.

The door swung open suddenly and I was startled back into reality as my hand fell to my side.

It was Luna Rachel.

“Lilith!” she exclaimed, rushing to hug me.

I froze.

Since the rejection, she had barely spoken to me. Most of our communication passed through Talia or the maids. Even at dinner, Alpha Rowan led most of the conversation to break the silence and tension we seemed to have built.

The door opened wider. Doctor Harry entered with Alpha Rowan right behind him, catching Luna Rachel clinging to me. She released me slowly, awkwardly. Alpha Rowan just stared in surprise.

“Congratulations, Alpha,” Harry announced. “The implant worked. The fetus has passed the delicate stage and is thriving.”

“That’s good news,” Rowan said, a faint smile breaking his usual composure.

“But,” Harry added, “we must stay cautious. Anything can still happen.”

“Nothing will,” Luna Rachel interjected firmly. “Doc, just tell us how to protect this baby.”

Harry chuckled. “Very well. Lilith needs to eat healthy, and plenty.”

“That’s why I’m here. Tell me everything,” Rachel said, sliding into my chair.

My eyes flicked to Rowan. As always, he was watching me—silent, calculating, like a hawk over prey. He spoke little these past two months, relying more on Beta Cole, who clearly acted as his eyes on us.

I tore my gaze away and looked back at Rachel and Harry.

“Luna, I’ll ask Talia to take notes. You don’t need to—”

“What do you mean?” she interrupted, surprised. “Lilith, I know we haven’t talked since that incident, but that’s over now. This baby is our priority.”

I nodded slowly, swallowing my unease. I had grown used to her distance; now, suddenly, she was back.

Harry continued, “Avoid nuts, peas, and high-calorie foods.”

Rachel nodded eagerly. “Thank you, Doctor. I can come back anytime?”

“Of course, Luna.”

She rose, glowing with excitement, then hugged Rowan. “I told you this would work,” she whispered, too loudly for us to miss. She waved Harry’s notes with a grin. “I’ll head to the kitchen. And babe, give her guards—we can’t risk anything.”

Rowan’s eyes lingered on me before he nodded. “I will.”

I hid my surprise with a smile. If this surrogate role earned me guards and a maid, maybe it wasn’t all bad.

Rachel swept out, leaving silence behind.

“Alpha Rowan,” Harry said, “you should keep a close eye on Lilith now. Your mood depends on her wellbeing. Both you and the Luna must protect this cub.”

“We’ll do our best,” Rowan said softly.

A knock came, and the door opened before anyone answered. A man entered—unfamiliar, dangerous-looking.

“Boss,” he addressed Rowan, ignoring the rest of us.

The air shifted. Rowan’s expression hardened instantly.

“Why are you here?” His voice was cold, stripped of the warmth he’d shown seconds earlier.

“They attacked again. Stronger this time. We can’t hold the boundary any longer. I had no choice but—”

Before he finished, several men stormed the doorway.

“Take the doctor and my mate to safety!” Rowan barked. “Send men to protect the Luna in the kitchen. Secure the cubs and she-wolves.”

As chaos erupted, soldiers ushered us out.

“Alpha Rowan, what’s happening?” Harry tried to ask, but there was no answer in the noise.

Through the commotion, one word echoed in my mind: mate.

After two months of silence, Rowan had acknowledged me as his. Something inside me stirred back to life.

And I smiled.