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Her words a few moments ago rang clearly. I snapped up to meet her unfazed gaze. She knew. “You knew?” I asked, disdelief coloring my voice. Lisa shrugged in response “About your pregnancy? Yes. The signs were obvious." ‘Signs? Obvious?' Panic spread through me. I could have sworn I was being careful. I had to be. But if others were seeing the signs, didn't that mean that others would know? Did anyone else suspect it? “Hey,” I looked up to meet her concerned gaze.

"My period. I'm three weeks late." His eyes widened. "When did you and Kael—" "Four weeks ago. The night at the club." Horror and impossible hope warred in my chest. "Rowan, what if I'm—" "Pregnant," Nyx finished, her voice grim. "What if you're pregnant with the Alpha King's child?"

“Do you want to talk about this? You don't look good and you seem like you could use listening ears.” “With you or her?” I flared. “I'm sure you both are super excited that I'm in this mess. Yes, I'm pregnant. You've warned me about him but I didn't listen. So what? You want to make fun of me. Carry on. It doesn't matter!” “No, we aren't making a joke of you,” Alessia said. “Oh, please, so what's this show of emotions? You are saying you care? I beg to differ!”

The sooner she was out of the pack the faster things could get back to normal and he could get himself out of the line of fire. “What do you need?” He asked. “Whatever is in my power to give, I’ll do it.” “Well… for starters, a phone. Mine’s gone. And I need it as soon as possible. I’ll need to access my bank account in order to find my way out of this mess.” Ethan nodded. It was a risky move but would be up to her to face the consequences, not him. “As you wish.” … At almost exactly the same time, in the still sunny Italy, Aléa left the large mansion close to the coast. Her maroon tailored suit showed off her pale skin which never tanned in the sun, and her svelte figure.

Alessia stood a few steps behind me, hands planted on her hips, her head tilted in that sharp, observant way that meant she was already halfway to figuring out exactly what lie I was about to tell. She looked… radiant. It was unfair, really. The kind of glowing, effortless beauty that didn’t belong to someone technically being held inside a marble fortress. The silk slip dress she wore skimmed over the soft, unmistakable curve of her stomach. There was no hiding it anymore. The pregnancy wasn’t something you could disguise with loose fabric or clever posture. It was real. Visible. A quiet, powerful truth that stood between her and the world. “It’s an accurate clinical diagnosis,” I said, for

SIERRA The doors clicked shut behind the old man and Alessia, leaving a silence in the dining room. My hand remained frozen over my stomach, my fingers trembling against the silk of my dress. "A baby?" I whispered, the word feeling terrifying on my tongue. ​"You're joking.” Alessandro leaned back, swirling a glass of deep red wine, with a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth and amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "You're really pregnant, cara mia."

Alisha yelled. "Sh..she's pregnant"

"Things are good between us, but you know. He's so busy." Karah sighs and walks over. She rubs my back gently and I smile at her. Over the last few months I've grown to see her as a true sister and it's such a strange but amazing feeling. "Nobody could've seen this coming, least of all you. Don't blame yourself." "Still, he's got a lot to handle. Can he handle this too?" "Alessandro's strong. You know how strong he is. Besides, this isn't something he's got to handle. This is a gift." She squeezes my shoulder and hugs me. "You're pregnant, Clarissa."

He stated smugly, she didn’t bother denying it. “You didn’t either.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “Touche.” he pursed his lips and shrugged. “Are you two done? Do I have a grandbaby on the way?” Karisa beamed hopefully. “Karisa!” Elijah groaned at his wife’s crudeness while everyone else just laughed. “You do, in fact.” Sierra grinned and pulled Alexa between her and Roman, both gesturing to her heavily pregnant stomach and Karisa’s face fell. “You’re no fun.” She pouted.

“Look at you, still looking after us. Tell me, how are you? You look...” “Happy,” I finished for him, unable to keep the smile from my face. “Life has been wonderful, and Darren is the best man in the world. He is good to me.” “I’m glad to hear it, Allissa. You deserve happiness.” My hand drifted unconsciously to my belly, a secret smile playing on my lips. “There’s something else,” I murmured, heart racing. “I’m pregnant.” His eyebrows shot up, surprise and joy mingling on his face. “That’s incredible news! Congratulations! I know how badly you wanted to be a mother. After—well, this is great news.”