Avalyn's POV Waking the next morning, I found that Alpha Grey had not returned to the room the entire night. Of course not. He was getting engaged to Madalynn, so what was the point of being with me any more? The idea turned my stomach.I didn‘t think it was possible to get sick as much as I was, but then again, the stress of everything was weighing down on me, and I didn‘t have any choice but to accept it. Dragging myself from the bed, I made my way to the sink to brush my teeth. Rebecca had told me while getting ready yesterday that she wanted to try breakfast down in the garden area this morning. I was not in the mood for eating, even though it sounded lovely, but I‘d always love to see Rebecca “Avalyn,” Grey's voice called from the bedroom. I managed to put on the white, summery dress with yellow flowers on it before he entered. When his eyes met mine he seemed to almost sigh. “Yes— Alpha?” I stuttered. Given what the King had offered the previous night, I wasn‘t sure how h

Avalyn's POV Beeping. A slow, steady beeping filled my ears – and yet the throb within my head was trying to dull all of my senses. Slowly, I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was once again within the hospital, and that was the last place I wanted to be. The steady beeping came from a machine that was dripping fluids into my arm – not a comforting sight. I hated being bedridden and invalid like this and feeling like I wasn‘t capable of taking care of myself. “She‘s resting now, but she is okay=” Natalie's voice made me turn my attention to the partially–closed door. I wasn‘t sure who she was talking to, but I had no doubt it was Logan or Rebecca. They always seemed to be there for me when I was in trouble. “I can‘t believe this happened. I feel so horrible about it all. I should never have let her go alone,” Rebecca whispered. I hated the guilt I heard in her voice. She wasn‘t to blame for this. Logan's angry voice replied, “you know Grey's rules, and yet you

Logan POV.... It didn‘t take long for me to end up at the king‘s office. Grey met me outside the door, and as he looked at me, I knew he wasn‘t in a forgiving mood. “Is she being moved from the infirmary?” His cold tone left no room for small talk. “Yes, Alpha. She will be moved back to her room in a short while.” “Very well,” Grey replied, looking at the office door. “Let‘s get this taken care of, then.” Opening the door, I followed Grey inside the room. The King sat at his desk, wearing a smile upon his face as he spoke to Romero. Romero‘s beta Damian and his daughter Madalynn were also there for the meeting– all eager to hear what Grey would say. “Grey, we heard you wanted to speak to us,” the King started off straightforwardly, without ceremony. Most didn‘t realize that the Alpha King James, and Grey– were cousins. “Yes, I have come to a decision.” I knew without a doubt that Grey didn‘t want to marry anyone, especially not Madalynn. He wanted nothing to do with

Avalyn POVAs Mary took her leave and headed out, I heard a small gasp from the living room. Then footsteps came closer until Grey's face appeared in the bedroom doorway. I hadn‘t expected to see him any time soon, considering that he had so much going on with his soon–to–be bride. “How are you feeling?” He asked as he took steps closer to me. “I see that the girl was able to bring you food.” “Mary,” I stated firmly, watching him. Alpha Grey looked at me for a moment, confused. A smile played across my lips. “Her name is Mary, the maid‘s, that is. She is very nice. Thank you for having her help me. I appreciate it.” He seemed almost stunned at my reply, and simply nodded his head. “Did you eat?” Alpha Grey was behaving completely out of his character, and had me questioning why he suddenly cared. After all, most of our conversations had been him giving his order and me doing as he had struggled. I wondered if he‘d changed because of the baby.“I was about to,” I replied. I watc

Avalyn's POV “Avalyn, it isn‘t that bad!” Georgia laughed as I stared at the green goop that had been given for me to eat. “Do I have to eat that?” I replied, wide–eyed, as I let it drop from the spoon back into the bowl. I looked up at Rebecca and Georgia, bewildered at the amusement they found in the situation. “Natalie said it‘s a protein pudding, and filled with nutrients—” “Yeah, so is real food,” I protested in a voice only I could hear. I put the bowl down and picked up the orange juice sitting on the tray. “Am I not allowed to have real food? Bacon, eggs, something.” Georgia burst into laughter again, shaking her head. “You‘d better listen, Becca. Avalyn is the pregnant one, and she knows what her body wants.” It had been a few days since I had been locked down in my room, and I was going absolutely stir–crazy. I wasn‘t confined to my bed anymore, at least, but I was not tolerating the healthy menu that Natalie had me on. “Georgia, don‘t encourage her. You know wh