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Freya woke up that morning with a jolt, her hands clutching her lower belly. A sharp pain sliced through her stomach, making a rumbling sound.She rushed out of bed. Work had begun, and she was supposed to be preparing that morning. Somehow, that morning felt different, and she wanted to sit back in bed.Her feet padded into the bathroom; a bitter taste rushed through the back of her throat. She couldn’t hold it in longer than intended. And every spill had gone down the toilet.Freya panted heavily, her head an inch away from the toilet seat. She shut her eyes momentarily, trying to catch her breath.What was happening to her? She couldn’t say. The nauseous feeling had remained and lingered inside her. Even a certain smell felt weird whenever she inhaled the air, and it made her want to throw up.Orson stood up from the bed, alarmed. He’d noticed the way Freya had gotten up from the bed without looking at him.He strode into the bathroom, his eyes keenly searching for her. His heart ra

Since they received the news of her pregnancy, Orson made sure Freya was safe at all costs. She had guards following her around, but with a baby on the way, the security around her doubled.It was tight. Firm. And serious.They followed her everywhere, ignoring her whiny voice whenever she tried to protest.The only place Freya went alone was the bathroom. And most times, she wasn’t alone—Elena and Rosa had to be there with her.It was a hassle trying to remain idle in the packhouse. Orson finally had his way—she stopped working at his instructions.All Freya found herself doing was eating to her satisfaction, whatever she wanted. Slept, had her bath, and the circle repeated every single day.For her, stopping work wasn’t easy. She missed being in the company, swirling around in her chair, and just typing away on the keyboard.She missed the experience. But the pregnancy promised another whole new world she hadn’t experienced before.That afternoon, she was in the pack house as usual.

Darwin crushed the bottle in his hands, his anger rising. He was seething, and it was all thanks to Jasper’s foolishness.A shard left a cut in his palm, which he ignored. Blood trickled down the floor, but he didn’t feel even the slightest pain.Well, he did feel pain, but it wasn’t physical. His chest tightened, and his heart hammered without stopping.And it was all because of Freya.“Haven’t you heard?” He snapped at Jasper, who sat in a corner. “Freya is pregnant. She’s fucking carrying Orson’s baby!”He screeched, almost losing his sanity. That wasn’t what he wanted to happen. Freya couldn’t carry another man’s baby when he desired her.If anything, he was supposed to be the father of her children.No matter the number of babies she wanted to have.Jasper stood up slowly, his voice a low tone. “I know,” he breathed out, his head throbbing. “I heard the news from a reliable source.”It wasn’t something new. As a matter of fact, he’d informed Darwin earlier, but he’d shoved it off

“You should be happy I’m here, isolating myself from the rest of the pack,” she hissed. “Ohh, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you call your guards to chase the rest of the occupants in this building? That way, I’ll be the only one here.”Orson gulped down a heavy swallow, beads of sweat already gathered on his forehead. She was being sarcastic with her words.It hurt him to think that she’d misquoted his words and cared. All he wanted was for her to stay safe. And she’d endangered herself by fighting and engaging in that attack to keep the rest of the pack safe.“I’m sorry,” he apologized, knowing it was going to take a few more to fully convince her. “I didn’t mean it that way. And I’m sorry if you felt that way. Please.”She pouted her lips, turning around to face the door. Her eyes glared at the doorknob, wondering if it was time to let him in.“Go away, Orson,” she maintained her stance. “I want to be alone right now.”He retreated. There wasn’t anything else he could do. Her mind was

The gesture, the crowd, his choice of words—everything melted the anger that burned bright within her.Yes, he’d made her mad with his behavior, but after that grand gesture and public apology, Freya knew Orson really wanted her forgiveness and that he was serious about his care for her.He remained on his knees even after the question. The crowd urged her to accept his apology. The music in the room got slower, a more melodic sound that flirted with the moment, perfect for both of them.Her eyes were half shut as she slowly took in everything. That man was her husband, and she loved him dearly. He’d gotten on both knees to beg her, and she couldn’t let him suffer for something that was both of their faults.Maybe she’d overreacted. Or maybe it was her hormones fighting him and controlling her.The emotional turmoil in her heart grew rapidly, and she felt a pang of hatred towards herself for ignoring and stressing him for that long.Orson’s voice grabbed her attention, unaware of the f