Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha
For the first time in weeks, I feel him flare with strength, his low growl pushing at me, urging me to pull her close and hold on.
“How are you?” I force the words out, breaking the silence.
“Rhett, I’m pregnant.”
I freeze, my eyes widening. No—I didn’t hear that right.
“I said I’m pregnant.” She repeats it firmly, almost as if she can read the chaos in my head.
“You… you’re what?” I stammer, my chest rising and falling too fast.
Her glare cuts through me, sharp and offended that I’m even questioning it.
“Lucy, you can’t be pregnant—” I choke on the words, forcing myself to continue. “I mean, you can’t be pregnant for me.”
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