“She’s pregnant,” he said as if I hadn’t already known, as if that justified everything. “She needs comfort. The master’s room has the best view, the softest bed—”
“And I’m supposed to move out?” My voice rose, disbelief cutting through my restraint.
He sighed impatiently, like I was being unreasonable. “It’s not permanent. Just until she gives birth. You of all people should understand that.”
“I understand perfectly,” I said coldly. “You want to make her comfortable while your Luna sleeps in the guest room.”
“Zera, don’t make this difficult,” he said, rubbing his temples. “It’s for her health. You know I’m not a monster.”
My laugh came out hollow. Not a monster. If only he knew how that sounded to me now.
But I bit back every word, every truth I wanted to throw at his face. Not yet. Not until everything was ready.
So I forced my lips into a trembling smile and said softly, “Fine. Do what you want.”
He seemed relieved, muttering something about talking to the omegas to start moving furniture.
I watched him go, my chest hollow. The moment the door shut, I whispered, “You already did what you wanted, Alpha. You just don’t know I’m done letting you.”