Marco tightens security around Nana, ensuring she cannot escape. This time, there are no weak points—she must give birth under his watch, whether she wants to or not.
She is trapped. Even the thoughts of escape have become impossible.
The walls of her confinement feel smaller every day, suffocating her with their cold silence. The packhouse hums with life outside her room, warriors moving through the halls, maids whispering in the corners, but none of it reaches her. She is not part of them. She never was. Now, more than ever, she is an outsider, a breeder for the Alpha's heir, her child's sole purpose for being born is for the heir.
The thought of it kills her everyday, she prays every time for the moon goddess to send Lowell to her alive.
Guards stand at every exit, their presence a
