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PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR Soren's turn
"I want to tell you something," Soren says.He says it on a Wednesday evening in February, standing in the library doorway with his jacket still on and his phone in his hand and the specific expression he uses when he has been holding something for a while and has decided tonight is the night.Lyra is asleep. Ivy is at the compound for three days working on the governance framework with Neve. Bastien is at the desk. I am in my chair.Soren comes in and sits on the sofa, which he almost never does. He is a hallway person, a doorway person, a table person. The sofa means he is staying."Tell me," I say."I am leaving Iron Fang," he says.The library is quiet."Not the building," he says immediately. Not you. Not Lyra. He holds my gaze and then Bastien's. "I am leaving the administrative role. The pack operations. The daily management function." He pauses. I have been thinking about this for six months and I have not known how to say it because it felt like abandoning something and then
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What she carries
"She sang," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Tuesday in January, quietly, the way she says things when she is not sure yet what they mean.Lyra is sixteen months old.She is in her chair at the kitchen table, eating with the focused efficiency she always brings to food, and she has been making sounds since she woke up. Not words. A sound that has a structure to it, the same sequence of notes repeated, different each time in a small way but recognizably the same underlying thing.I have been listening since seven.I knew what it was.I was waiting for someone else to name it."She is singing," I say."She has been doing it since she woke up," Ivy says. I heard it through the wall.Bastien comes in.He hears the sound Lyra is making and goes very still in the doorway for a moment.Then he looks at me."It is a song," he says.Yes, I say."It is the same song repeated," he says."Yes," I say.He listens for a moment. He is very good at listening, at the specific precision of someo
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR The sixth thing
"She put it on the shelf herself," Bastien says.He says it from the doorway of Lyra's room on the Saturday morning after the journal reading, and his voice has the quiet of someone who has witnessed something he was not expecting and is not sure yet how large it is.I am in the hallway."What did she put," I say.Come and see, he says.I go into the room.Lyra is standing at the shelf.She is fifteen months old and she can reach the lower section now, the section where the photograph is, the section that was always going to be hers when she was tall enough.She is not reaching for the photograph.She has placed something on the shelf in the gap to the left of the photograph.I look at it.It is a rock.A small, specific rock, pale grey with a faint rose vein through the center, rounded at one end, the kind of rock that is too particular to have been picked up without intention.I crouch down beside her.She looks at me."Where did you get this," I say.She looks at the rock.She look
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What the journal says
"She wrote about the garden," Ivy says.She says it three days after the journal arrives, on a Thursday evening, sitting in the library with the small notebook in her hands. She has read it twice alone. This is the third reading, the one she said would be for sharing.I am in my chair.Bastien is in his.Lyra is asleep upstairs.The building is at its nighttime quiet and the lamp is on."Tell me," I say.Ivy opens the journal to a page she has marked."She wrote this when I was six weeks old," she says. She says: I go to the garden before the house wakes up. The herbs are coming in and the morning is the only time I have that is completely mine. I go there and I breathe and I think about the two girls in the rooms above and I decide to stay one more day.The library is quiet."One more day," I say."Every entry starts the same," Ivy says. Not the words. The structure. She describes something real. The garden. The morning light. What the compound sounds like when it is waking up. And t
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR The second letter
"He wrote again," Ivy says.She says it on a December morning, standing in the library doorway with an envelope in her hand, and her voice is doing the careful even thing it does when she is managing something larger than it appears.My father.I look at the envelope.This one is addressed to both of us.He has never done that before."When did it arrive," I say."This morning," she says. Soren left it on the library desk.I look at Bastien.He is in his chair. He looks at me with the expression that means this is yours to decide and I am here either way."Sit down," I say to Ivy.She sits.I opened the envelope.Two pages this time. The same formal paper. The same handwriting. Slanted and deliberate and completely his.I read the first page.It is addressed to me.He says he has been watching the Inter-Pack Governance Network's published work. He says he read the proceedings from the April conference. He says the speech I gave, which was published in the network's formal record, is t
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What Neve builds
"She called the border families to the compound," Ivy says.She says it at breakfast on a Monday in November, reading from a message on her phone, and she has the expression she gets when something Neve has done confirms a thing she already believed about her.Lyra is thirteen months old and is standing at the kitchen table holding the edge with one hand and eating with the other, which is her current preferred operating method."Why," I say."There is a water dispute starting again," Ivy says. Not Crest Pack's border families this time. Two packs further north who have been escalating for six months. She reads further. Neve contacted both Alphas through formal channels and they both declined mediation. She looks up. So she invited the community members from both sides, not the Alphas, the actual families who live on the border, to come to the compound for a meal. She pauses. She is not mediating a political dispute. She is making dinner.Bastien, at the other end of the table, looks
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What he knows now
"You knew," Bastien says. "This whole time."It is not a question. He is looking at me the way he looks at contracts with hidden clauses, like he is already three steps past the surprise and deep into the calculation of what it costs him.We are in Nadia's office. She has moved to stand beside her
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What the blood carries
"Who called?" I ask.Nadia doesn't answer right away. She gets up and checks the hallway again through the narrow gap in the door, then closes it and turns the small lock at the handle. I have never seen her lock that door in three years."He didn't give a name," she says. "He asked if we had a Vol
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR The morning after endings
"Your eyes."That is all he says. Two words. But the way he says them makes my stomach drop straight to the floor.I turn around slowly because there is no version of this where running helps me.Bastien is standing two steps above me on the landing, and he is looking at me the way I have never see
PREGNANT WITH THE ALPHA'S UNWANTED HEIR What soren knows
You need to eat something before you make any decisions."That is the first thing Soren says when I come back inside. Not are you okay. Not what just happened out there. Just eat something, like food is the answer to the fact that my entire life just reorganized itself in a lobby chair.I follow hi
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