OLIVIA’S POV
Back in my room, I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly. The warmth of my touch against my abdomen was the only comfort I had left.
"You and me, little one," I whispered softly, closing my eyes. "We’re in this together."
“Olivia, just… leave the kitchen.” His words repeated in my mind and I sighed once again and closed my eyes. The weight of the day pressed down on me, but I pushed it away, refusing to dwell on the events that had left me humiliated. I couldn’t afford to crumble—not when I had a life growing inside me that depended on me.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped toward my wardrobe and pulled out a gown. The annual Wolfpack ball was only days away. As the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, it was my responsibility to represent our people with grace and digni
