MasukThe next morning, Emilia dressed up in simple clothes that did nothing to say the kind of status she had in the supernatural society.She stood in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, adjusting the collar of her plain white blouse. The fabric was soft cotton, nothing designer or expensive, purchased from a regular department store rather than the boutiques Alexander had offered to take her to or the designer wears her brothers had gotten her as part of her wedding presents. Her pants were black slacks, professional but unremarkable, paired with comfortable flats rather than the heels that would have been more fashionable.Her hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, no elaborate styling or accessories that might draw attention. She wore minimal makeup, just enough to look polished without being overdone. The only jewelry she had on was her wedding ring and the necklace she never removed, both subtle enough that most people would not look twice at them.Alexander stood b
"I want to work outside the hospital for now," Emilia said to Alexander.Her voice carried a thoughtfulness that suggested she had been considering this for some time. She sat curled into the corner of their living room couch, legs tucked beneath her, one hand absently rubbing the small but growing curve of her stomach. The afternoon sun streamed through the floor to ceiling windows, creating patterns of light and shadow across the hardwood floors."Gain some extra knowledge," she continued, her eyes distant as she imagined the possibilities. "I've been interested in maybe learning and developing more of the wolfsbane antidote that Dr. White worked on."The mention of the perverted doctor made Alexander's hand tighten on the coffee cup he had been holding. He remembered how he tried to have his way with Emila, and Alexander had already made the decision to give a special 'thank you' to the moon goddess for helping him get there on time. "And maybe develop one specially for pregnant w
"Wait," the voice called out as a young man wearing a suit ran towards Alexander and Emilia.The figure moved with urgency, feet pounding against the marble floor in a rhythm that echoed through the suddenly silent venue. He was slim, maybe in his mid twenties, with sandy brown hair that bounced with each stride. His suit was off the rack rather than custom tailored, the jacket slightly too large in the shoulders, suggesting he had dressed up as formally as his means allowed. His face was flushed from exertion, chest heaving as he ran down the aisle toward where the couple stood frozen.Security guards had moved to intercept him, hands reaching for the young man's arms to pull him back. But something in his expression, in the desperation and joy mixed together, made them hesitate. This was not the face of someone meaning harm. This was someone afraid of missing something important."Oscar," Emilia shouted excitedly as soon as she recognized him.The name burst from her lips with pure
The doctors had kept Emilia for three days, monitoring her recovery with the careful attention reserved for royalty and miracle cases. Her supernatural healing had accelerated beyond what even they expected, broken bones knitting together and internal injuries closing with speed that defied medical explanation. But they had been cautious nonetheless, running test after test to ensure both she and the baby were truly stable.Alexander had remained by her side through all of it, sleeping in the uncomfortable hospital chair, eating whatever food was brought to him without tasting it, existing in a state of vigilant protection. He spoke to her constantly, telling her about pack business and meaningless stories just to hear his own voice filling the silence when she slept.The decision formed somewhere during the second night, watching her sleep with one hand resting on the barely visible curve of her stomach. They were already married legally, the papers signed four years ago still valid
"Shh, you have to rest," Alexander whispered, helping her head back on the bed.His hands were gentle as they guided her back against the pillows, careful not to jostle any of the healing injuries. One palm cradled the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair with infinite tenderness. The other hand remained wrapped around hers, thumb continuing those soothing circles against her skin. His face hovered close to hers, close enough that she could feel his breath against her cheek."But the election—" Emilia started to protest again, her voice weak but determined."Is not more important than you," Alexander cut her off firmly. "And it will never be more important than you and our baby."The words were delivered with absolute certainty, no room for argument or doubt. His eyes held hers, brown meeting hazelnut in a moment of connection that spoke volumes beyond what words could convey. Everything she needed to know about his priorities was written clearly in his expression.If
"Alpha," the doctor called as she came out from the emergency ward.The sound of her voice cut through Alexander's frantic pacing, making him freeze mid-step. His head whipped toward the source, eyes finding the surgeon who had been working on Emilia for the past hour. The woman looked exhausted, her scrubs marked with bloodstains that made Alexander's stomach drop. But her face showed no grief, no devastation that would come from losing a patient.His feet carried him across the distance in seconds, supernatural speed making him appear in front of the doctor almost instantaneously. His hands lifted, wanting to grab her shoulders and shake the information out faster, but he forced them back down. His breathing came in harsh gasps, each inhale painful as he waited for words that would either save him or destroy him."Tell me," Alexander demanded, his voice breaking on the words. "Is she alive? Is the baby..."He could not finish the question, terror choking off his ability to speak. Hi







