It started with a cramp—sharp, sudden.
Then came the warmth between my thighs.
I pulled back the blanket, heart sinking at the sight of blood-streaked fluid soaking through.
“Is anyone there?” My voice was shaky.
A servant rushed in. Her face went pale the second she saw me.
“Call the healer. Now,” I whispered. “Don’t make a scene.”
But the scene made itself.
Within minutes, Alpha Vincent burst into the room, hair disheveled, panic written across his face.
“What happened?!” He knelt beside me, one hand on my stomach, the other gripping my shoulder.
“It hurts a little… but I can still feel the baby move,” I whispered.
The healer explained quietly, “She’s been under emotional strain. Her energy is unstable, and she didn’t sleep last night. It likely disturbed the pup’s balance.”
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