Two months later
The commotion downstairs jolted Bram and Dahlia awake. Dahlia bolted to the bathroom, gagging like clockwork. Bram pulled on his clothes and headed down, Dahlia trailing behind.
“Dad, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice tight.
Ben rubbed his forehead, looking wrecked. “The company’s tanked, Dahlia. Someone’s offering to take over, but they want the pack too. No choice. Haner and Connor got called in as well.”
Dahlia frowned. “I don’t get it.”
“You don’t need to,” Ben snapped, pacing. “Just go back to your room.”
The weight of it all was crushing him, Hannah’s ultimatum, the company’s collapse, everything unraveling.
Bram glanced at Dahlia. “Go rest. The baby could come any day now.”
She retreated to the bedroom, where Briana slipped in moments later.
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