Rejecting My Cruel Alpha For His Rival

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unter. My hands trembled as I stared at it, my breath held tight in my chest.

nxiety was a frantic beat against my own heart, a lo

, bloomed into existence next to the first. It was st

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brought tears to my eyes. After two years of aching emptiness since we lost our first pup, this was more than a new life. It was a resurre

mely looking forward to has arrived. This tiny life could be the thr

ked at my reflection in the mirror. My silver-blonde hair seemed to have lost its luster, and my violet eyes were ringed with exhaustion. My

ier anxiety now tinged with a deep, mournful sadness. *Thi

his baby wasn't a sign of the end; it was the reason to fi

Packhouse was silent, the thick carpets muffling my footsteps. Every beat of my o

baritone that still made my insides hum. But the tone... it was one I hadn't heard directe

uctive impulse, made me pause.

Ryker was on the leather sofa, and curled into his side, looking u

r falling over her shoulder as she sniffled. Ryker held a handkerchief, and wi

he pregnancy test, the plasti

ce was a pathetic, breathy whisper.

and self-reproach. "Never. It's my fault. I didn't protect you.

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es down to his lips, and in their depths, I s

lingering kiss to her forehead, a gesture so

veins. The air solidified in my lungs. M

st slipped from

th a sharp clatter that echo

napped in m

ntly by a cold, familiar wave of annoyance and disgust. Serena, on cue, gasped and pressed

ead, a shriek of pure, unad

me of hope that had just been kindled in my womb was

trode toward me, his shadow falling over me like a shroud

doing here?

ena, who was now peering from behind hi

the pregnancy test. I clutched it in my fist, the