This fight has just gotten a tad more complicated.
“Come on,” I say quietly. “We’d better go find them.”
Caden, Mum, Dad, and Leo follow me through the quiet, tension-thick hallways back to the Alpha’s office. As we open the door, the sight before us is oddly satisfying. Every ranked member is on their knees, heads bowed in forced submission. Except for one.
Emma.
She’s curled on the sofa like a wounded animal, breathing heavily through her contractions, one hand on her swollen stomach and the other clawing at the armrest like she can tear her pain into the fabric. Her face is drenched in sweat, twisted with agony—and not just the physical kind. Her eyes are wild. Rabid. Unhinged.
I roll my eyes.
Of course she’s making a scene.
I ignore her for now and stride straight to the man kne
