ELENA’S POV
After running into Aiden earlier in the garden, I felt like my whole world had been turned upside down. The air was cool against my skin, but my hands burned from the tight fists I’d clenched. His voice still echoed in my ears—the sheer audacity of his claim, my baby is his, grating against every fiber of my being. The nerve. The arrogance. My stomach churned, and my breath hitched, a tangle of anger and fear spiraling inside me.
The guard who had intervened appeared at my side, his sharp eyes scanning my face. “Ma’am, are you alright?” His tone was clipped but carried an edge of concern.
I forced a smile, though it felt brittle. “Yes, thank you. I appreciate your help.”
He hesitated, clearly debating whether to press further. “Do you want me to report this to Alpha London?
