Semua Bab The Alpha's Breeding Pet : Bab 111 - Bab 120

ARIA'S POVThousands of eyes locked on me."My name is Aria," I began. My voice carried across the square through amplification crystals. "A year ago, I was property. A breeder sold at auction for the purpose of producing wolf pups. I had no rights. No choices. No future except what my Alpha decided to give me."I paused, letting that sink in."Today, I stand before you as Luna of Ironfang. Recognized by the Council of Alphas. Serving on the reform committee. Speaking to you as an equal instead of as property."Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Some angry. Some shocked. Some... hopeful."I'm not here to tell you that all Alphas are evil. That all wolves are oppressors. That's not true. Alpha Caelan bought me at that auction, yes. But he also gave me choices. Respected my autonomy. Fell in love with me despite every law and tradition saying he shouldn't."I found Caelan in the crowd. He was watching me with an expression that made my chest tight."I'm here to tell you that change is p

ARIA'S POV"Nothing. Maybe nothing." He looked at me. "I had a dream. About the child.""Good dream or bad dream?""Strange dream. They were... different. Not quite wolf. Not quite human. Something else entirely." He ran a hand through his hair. "And their scent was wrong.""Wrong how?""Not wrong. Just... not fully mine. Like there was something else mixed in." He shook his head. "It's probably nothing. Just anxiety manifesting in weird ways."But something about the way he said it made unease curl in my stomach.The next morning, Mira did a routine examination. Everything appeared normal—heartbeat strong, growth on track, no complications.But as she was finishing up, she paused. Her expression flickered with something I couldn't identify."What?" I asked immediately. "What is it?""The scent. Of the baby." Mira's voice was carefully neutral. "It's developed enough now that I can detect it properly.""And?""And it's... unusual. There's wolf there, definitely. Strong wolf heritage.

CAELAN'S POVI'd made a mistake.The moment the words left my mouth—Is it mine?—I'd seen something shatter in Aria's eyes. Something that might never be repaired.But I couldn't take them back. Because beneath the guilt and self-loathing, the question still gnawed at me.The scent was wrong.I stood in my study, staring at reports I couldn't focus on, replaying the conversation over and over. The hurt on her face. The fury in her voice. The way she'd looked at me like I was a stranger.Maybe I was becoming one."You're an idiot," Darius said from the doorway.I didn't turn around. "Is there a point to this visit, or are you just here to state the obvious?""The point is you just accused your pregnant mate of infidelity based on a scent profile we don't understand." He entered the study, closing the door behind him. "Do you have any idea how badly you just damaged your relationship?""I know." My hands curled into fists on the desk. "But what was I supposed to do? Ignore the evidence?

ARIA'S POV The testing chamber was cold. Too cold for comfort, but Mira had explained that the blood magic required specific conditions. Temperature. Lighting. Precise measurements of everything. I sat on the examination table, wearing a thin robe, trying not to shiver. Caelan stood against the far wall, his expression carefully blank. We hadn't spoken since he'd entered the room. The silence was suffocating. "This will hurt," Mira warned, preparing the instruments. "The blood magic needs to reach deep. Past the surface, into the core of what you are." "I understand." My voice came out steadier than I felt. She drew the first vial of my blood. Then Caelan's. Then she placed both hands on my stomach, her eyes closing as she murmured words in a language I didn't recognize. The baby kicked, hard. Like they were fighting against the intrusion. Pain lanced through my abdomen. Sharp. Burning. I gasped, gripping the edge of the table. "Aria!" Caelan moved before thinking, crossing

ARIA'S POV The masking herbs tasted like dirt mixed with rotting flowers. I gagged on the fourth sip, fighting the urge to vomit. "This is disgusting." "It's effective," Mira said unsympathetically. "Drink it all. Three times a day for the next week, then we reassess." I forced down the rest of the foul concoction, shuddering. "There has to be a better way." "There isn't. Not if you want to hide the baby's scent." She collected the empty cup. "The herbs work by layering your natural scent over the unusual markers. It won't eliminate them completely, but it'll make them less noticeable. Like background noise instead of a blaring alarm." "How long will it work?" "Hard to say. A few months, maybe. Less as the pregnancy progresses and the baby's scent grows stronger." Mira made notes in her journal. "We'll need to adjust the mixture as things change. And eventually, we'll have to stop. The herbs aren't safe to use during labor." "So we buy a few months of secrecy. Then what?" "T