Alpha King’s One Night Mate
Sophia sat in a chair nearby, her hands trembling as a nurse checked her minor injuries.
The doctor finally emerged, chart in hand, looking slightly intimidated by the towering Alpha King.
“Mr. Blackwood,” the doctor said carefully. “Miss Johnson is stable. Dehydrated, exhausted, and suffering from significant stress. We’ve run full blood work and an ultrasound.”
Damien’s voice was low, dangerous. “And?”
The doctor hesitated, then delivered the news that would change everything.
“She’s pregnant. Approximately six weeks along. The baby appears healthy so far, but given the trauma she’s endured, we’re monitoring closely for any complications.”