Ivy's POVSleep wasn't coming in this room, in this house, and not with the smell of Noah's pack mansion crawling into my lungs every time I tried to breathe.He had told the guards I wasn't allowed to leave. Not as ala guest but as a hostage. That was what I was now — held in a guest room in the house I used to run, staring at a ceiling I used to redecorate, listening to the distant sound of Amy's laughter floating down the hallway like she owned every wall.The knock came soft and I sat up fast.Amy opened the door without waiting for an answer. She was still dressed, white silk robe, hair perfectly down, and she walked in like she had been invited and set herself on the edge of the chair by the window with the ease of someone who had nowhere better to be."I convinced Noah to call a doctor," she said gently. "To verify if it was a miscarriage or — something else. He needs to know the truth, Ivy. You're still his Luna. Y
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