Ann’s POVJack stared at me for a long moment after I told him.Reginald.The name settled between us like something rotten, heavy and impossible to take back. I watched his face change in ways I could not fully read: shock first, then anger, then a darker thing that pushed his wolf so close to the surface I could feel it from where I stood.The warmth that had surrounded us in the garden, the easy laughter, the small miracle of the babies moving beneath his palm… everything shifted and narrowed to the single, terrible fact I had just given him.I immediately regretted telling him. Not because I feared he would hurt me, but because the truth altered the moment we had been sharing. He had placed his hand on my stomach, had laughed with me, and had been gentle. Now the laughter was gone and the garden felt too bright and too exposed.Jack rubbed a hand over his face.I called out to him but he turned away, and the movement hurt more than I expected.My heart sped up. “Jack?” I repeated
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