Offered To The Cursed Alpha
“Heir? Killian, what do you mean?”
He didn't answer with words at first. Instead, he slid his large, warm palm over her flat, bare stomach, his fingers splaying possessively over her skin. He leaned in, his smile pressing against her temple. “You’re pregnant, Bella. I can feel him,” he announced, the weight of the words vibrating through her. “You are carrying my pup.”
Isabella let out a sharp, loud exhale, the air rushing from her lungs as the pieces finally clicked together. The strange, rolling nausea, the sudden dizzy spells, and the heavy exhaustion of the past few days—it wasn't just the stress. It was life.
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