Pregnant Loki 소설 & 이야기

while something inside me was breaking in a way I wouldn't fully understand for years. I was three months pregnant. I had told no one. I had been so certain that alone was the only direction left, and someone… someone had known about Isla before she had a name. The thought hit me somewhere behind the ribs and stayed there, aching. I traced the attorney's name on the third page with one finger without meaning to. A cross-reference with the subcontractor documents Marcus had flagged showed a connection. A shared registration address, one name appearing in both filing histories. The name was Ethan Cross.

Both men froze. “Icarra” Lucian was at her side instantly. “What’s wrong?” Kaelen demanded, his voice losing its edge for the first time. The pain pulsed again, stronger this time. “It’s… the baby,” she breathed. A surge of silver light flickered beneath her skin, brighter than before, reacting violently to the rising tension. Lucian’s hand hovered near her, unsure whether to touch. Kaelen didn’t hesitate. He stepped closer, his hand closing around her wrist, his touch firm, grounding.

The words landed heavy, her whole world suddenly stilling for a second. She was pregnant. “Good, thank you,” she heard Alaric say to the doctor. “You may leave now.” She heard the door click shut again, Alaric speaking up the second they were alone again. “You heard him. You’re pregnant. You’re carrying my heir. The heir to the Storm pack.” “Let’s talk again during dinner about the changes that’ll be taking place now,” he continued. “For now, I need to inform my mother and make necessary preparations. I’ll see you later then.”