The halls of the Alpha’s mansion echoed with uneasy silence. Outside Ryker’s private wing, Nina stood stiff, hands clasped so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Her heart pounded, but not from love or concern for Ryker’s failing health.
It was fear.
Ryker had been spitting blood. His eyes had rolled back, his breathing ragged and forced. The healer said his blood was reacting because of Jenna. But none of that terrified Nina more than what she had overheard in the shadows earlier that morning:
“We’ll go to the hospital tomorrow,” Ryker had rasped to his beta, Chase. “Nina’s scan. I want to see it.”
The words had cut into her like a knife.
See it? There was no baby. There never had been. She’d faked the entire pregnancy from the moment she suspected Ryker’s attention had begun dri
