“What do you think is wrong, Uncle? She hasn’t woken up for three days,” Dean said, the frustration in his voice thick and unmistakable as he stared at Becca, helpless.
After her confession, he had expected to wake up the next morning to a shy and flustered Becca—the woman who had finally told him she loved him. But instead, all he got was silence. She hadn’t stirred since, lying there like a sleeping beauty, untouched by time.
“It’s not easy for her,” Norman said with a sigh. “This pregnancy is clearly taking a toll. Something like this only happens when the mother and child aren’t fully compatible. You know the goddess herself chooses who can carry the child of an ancient one.”
Dean scoffed at that, clearly irritated. Of course, Becca wasn’t his fated mate. Her sister was—and he hadn’
