登入The front doors close behind Vera with a final, polished sound.For several seconds, no one in the receiving room moves.Finn can still feel her gaze on his body. Rightful heirs. Powerful families. A future that does not belong to him because wealth has already decided blood matters more than consent.The room is warm, but his skin feels cold.Owen stands close enough to catch him if he sways, though he wisely does not touch. Dean is speaking quietly to one of the guards near the entrance, ordering Vera’s car followed and every recording device around the estate identified. Everett remains where Dean stopped him, his chest rising too sharply beneath his dark shirt.His anger fills the room even after Vera is gone.Finn cannot bear it.He turns and walks toward the staircase.“Finn,” Everett says.Finn continues.His legs are unsteady, but he refuses to let anyone see him struggle. He reaches the first step before Everett follows, keeping several feet between them.“You should rest,” E
The word hangs in the receiving room long after Vera finishes speaking.Rightful.Finn feels it settle over his skin like something dirty.Vera has not said baby. She has not said pregnancy. She has not said Stone heir, custody, or bloodline contract. She does not need to. Her gaze has already dropped to Finn’s stomach, and the careful emphasis in her voice has turned every missing word into a threat.She knows enough.Perhaps she does not know how far along he is. Perhaps she has no medical confirmation. Perhaps the Lawsons are still guessing from the clinic, his illness, and Everett’s disappearance.It does not matter.They know where to strike.Everett’s dominance surges through the room with enough force to make the chandelier tremble.The fire behind the glass flares. One of the guards outside shifts closer to the doorway, and Dean steps between Owen and the pressure before Everett notices what he is doing. The Alpha’s face has become frighteningly still, his eyes fixed on Vera w
Vera enters the estate through the front doors as if she has been invited.Security has already taken her phone, searched her bag, checked the car, and limited her staff to the gate. Two guards remain outside the formal receiving room, while Dean stands near the staircase with the expression of a man who expects trouble to arrive wearing perfume.Vera does.She walks beneath the chandelier in a cream coat, her posture perfect, her face composed. Nothing about her suggests frustration over being kept outside in the mist. She looks like a woman arriving exactly where she intended to be.Everett waits for her beside the fireplace.“You have ten minutes,” he says.Vera removes one glove slowly. “How romantic.”“This is not a social visit.”“No,” she agrees, glancing around the room. “Social visits usually involve less armed security and fewer hidden guests.”Everett’s face hardens. “You came with a camera positioned on the road.”“I came prepared for your refusal.”“You came prepared to c
The alarm is silent.Finn would not have known anyone had reached the estate if the guards had not begun moving below his window.One moment, the grounds are still beneath the gray morning sky, dark trees dripping from the night’s rain and mist hanging low over the long driveway. The next, two guards cross the front terrace while another vehicle turns away from the main house and heads toward the gates.Finn stands beside the bedroom window with Dr. Bishop’s cup of tea cooling between his hands.Owen is still asleep in the adjoining room. Everett left before sunrise after Finn turned away from him, and Finn has spent the hours since trying not to remember the silence that followed his accusation.Being protected in secret still feels like being hidden.Everett had found no answer.A knock sounds at Finn’s door.He stiffens. “Who is it?”“Dean.”Finn opens the door only after checking the lock twice.Dean stands in the corridor wearing the same dark suit as the night before, though the
Everett does not answer immediately.The silence after Finn’s question feels heavier than the heartbeat that filled the room moments ago.Dr. Bishop closes the case around the portable scanner and looks between them. She has heard enough to understand that the next conversation will not belong to medicine, even if its consequences may still affect her patient.“I am going to check on Owen before I leave,” she says. “Finn, stay in bed. I mean that as advice, but I will become unpleasant if you ignore it.”Finn barely hears her.His eyes remain on Everett.Dr. Bishop pauses near the door. “Stress is not harmless tonight.”Everett’s jaw tightens at the warning.Finn pulls the blanket higher over his legs. “Then maybe he should answer quickly.”Dr. Bishop leaves without commenting, closing the door behind her.Everett stays beside it.The distance between them is only a few yards, but it feels larger than the road between Lark Street and the estate. Finn is sitting in a Stone bedroom, car
Dr. Bishop waits until the room settles again.Everett remains near the door, his control restored so tightly that the air around him feels almost rigid. Finn sits on the edge of the bed with his hands clasped between his knees, trying not to think about the word fragile.It has already lodged beneath his ribs.Fragile means one wrong night could matter. One missed meal. One desperate run through the rain. One frightened body pushed beyond what it can bear. Fragile means the life inside him is not protected simply because it exists.Dr. Bishop closes her medical bag, then opens a smaller case she brought from the clinic. “I would like to perform an early scan.”Finn looks at the compact machine and feels fear crawl up his spine. “You already confirmed it.”“I confirmed the pregnancy. The scan may tell us more about its position and development.”“May?”“It is early,” she reminds him. “We may not see much.”That should make the decision easier. Instead, Finn’s stomach tightens.The pre







