I scrolled further, my hands trembling as I read the article. The words painted a nauseating picture of their chemistry, their “undeniable connection.” Each sentence felt like a claw ripping deeper into my chest.
I dropped my phone onto the couch as my chest tightened, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe.
Then, I placed my hand gently on my stomach, closing my eyes as I took a slow, deep breath. This life growing inside me didn’t deserve to be tainted by my pain. My child was a blessing, a light in the darkness, and I would cherish him no matter what.
I went to the healer to ensure my child’s health. As she glided the enchanted stone over my stomach, the rhythmic flicker of my child’s heartbeat filled the room.
“Everything looks perfect. You’re carrying a strong Alpha.”
Alpha. My child might become Alpha one day or just be a typical werewolf. I don’t want them to grow up in a life of betrayal and disloyalty.
At the same time, relief washed over me, breaking through the layers of hurt. I was welled up with tears, but this was due to happiness. For the first time in weeks, I felt hope other than pain.