Liora Ashwin.
Days blurred into weeks, and my life went on with fixed routines. Kael was absent, as expected. We craved him in ways I didn’t like, most especially as the baby grew, the craving for his touch, his pheromones, and even the sight of him increased like madness. The world seemed to have moved on, and so did I.
I had begun training, less weight lifting at first, with little stretching, but no transforming. It wasn’t good for the baby. Moreover, with how needy my wolf had become in these past weeks, I doubted she would be able to hold herself together and not mate with the alpha without his permission.
Helene’s visits gradually slowed. She came, as promised, once every month, with regular checks, some antenatal prescriptions, and proteins. While nothing out of the ordinary happ
