His hesitation said everything. When he finally answered, his tone was flat. “Does it matter?”
I stepped closer, my voice shaking. “It matters to me.”
Instead of responding, Felix turned and walked away. “Calla, I can't...I can’t promise to help you,” he muttered before disappearing into the night.
I stood frozen, his words echoing in my mind. Was he protecting me, or had I misplaced my trust? That night, sleep was a distant memory.
The following morning, a loud knock shattered my restless haze.
“Get up,” Jacob’s voice growled through the door. “We’re seeing the pack doctor.”
Panic coiled in my stomach. What did he know?
The ride to the clinic was suffocating. Jacob’s jaw was tight, his golden eyes devoid of warmth. When the doctor finally entered the room, his nervous energy made my pulse race.
“Congratulations, Alpha,” the doctor said, his voice thin. “The Luna is pregnant.”
The air seemed to freeze. Jacob’s smirk vanished, replaced by an icy fury. “What did you just say?”
The doctor stammered. “She’s... she’s pregnant, Alpha.”
Jacob’s expression darkened. “We haven’t—” His words halted as realization dawned, his eyes narrowing into slits.
“Jacob, I—” I started, but his glare silenced me.