I found out I was pregnant by throwing up on Elder Rook’s boots.
Council meeting. 6 AM. Two weeks since the blood oath wedding. Two weeks since I put Mira in the dungeon. Two weeks of Darius’s hands on my stomach every night, growling mine against my skin.
“...and the Northern Pack is demanding reparations for the banished heir,” Rook was saying. “They claim Kieran was denied due process.”
I stood up. Fast.
My stomach rolled.
I ran.
Made it to the waste bin before I emptied everything. Coffee. Bile. And the cracker Darius made me eat.
Silence.
Eight Alphas. Four Elders. Corin. All staring.
I wiped my mouth. Looked up.
Darius was already there. Chair knocked over. Staring. Not at my face.
At my stomach.
His eyes went gold. Then black. Wolf reeling. Alpha scent spiked so strong
