Silvia
"Wait, so you're not even gonna ask Alpha Sherman for child support?" Noah's eyebrows shot up as he stared at me across our kitchen table.
I crossed my arms defensively. "Absolutely not. Why would I? He didn't sign up for this - I did. My choice, my responsibility."
The firmness in my voice surprised even me.
Noah dragged a hand down his face, eyes fixed on the worn tablecloth as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"That's not happening, Silvia," he said, his voice quieter but with an edge I rarely heard. "This whole plan is crazy reckless. You realize that, right?"
"You're about to move to a city you've never been to, pregnant, with a temporary job and zero support system," he continued, counting off on his fingers. "What happens when the internship ends? What if ther
