Lucien’s POV
"You saw Lena this morning?" I inquired of a kitchen employee as I made my way around the pack house.
“She took her breakfast in her room, again, Alpha,” Maria replied worriedly. "Third day in a row. She barely touched it yesterday."
The information weighed like a stone in my gut. Lena had always loved the communal meals, had made sure to eat with the pack to get closer and learn how they lived daily. That retreat into solitude was so not her.
"Is she feeling ill?" I pressed.
“She says she’s fine, just tired from the pregnancy.” Maria paused before saying cautiously, “But I don’t think she’s okay. She seems... sad."
I discovered her in the library one afternoon, alone on a window seat with an unread book. I should have been overjoyed to look at her shining golden hair i
