The entire estate was unusually quiet as evening approached; everyone was getting exhausted from the day’s work, it seemed. Rashel sat at the corner of her bed, rubbing her abdomen gently, her thoughts tangled in the complexity of her situation. Her hand paused as she felt a flutter—a slight movement that stole her breath. It wasn’t too soon for her baby to arrive yet; she was due for delivery in two months. At least that was what the doctor said. So, why was she having such pains now?
A knock on her door broke her stream of thoughts. She called out softly, and a young maid stepped in, carrying a tray. Rashel offered a tired smile as the girl placed the food on the nightstand.
“Miss Charlene insisted you eat before your meeting with the Alpha,” the girl said, bowing politely.
Rashel nod
