But I quickly brushed it aside with a laugh. Amara had been gone for eight years, and Beatrice was six. There was no way the child I had cradled for nine months could belong to anyone else but me.
Still, the nagging doubt lingered as we returned to Moon Valley Pack.
Once home, I tucked Beatrice into her bed and stood there for a moment, just watching her sleep. I couldn’t help but search for any part of me in her delicate face.
Alpha Asher entered the room, standing beside me.
His voice was low, but there was a hint of amusement. “Why do you look like that? Don’t tell me you're still hung up on what they said at the gathering? Amara’s been gone for years. There’s no need to get worked up over it.”
It was clear that Alpha Asher had always been open about his feelings for Amara.
From the moment we accepted our second-chance mate bond, he entrusted me with the heartbreaking story of her loss.
When we married under the full moon and embraced Beatrice into our family, I felt assured of his commitment.
Nevertheless, doubt lingered, an insistent whisper echoing in the shadows of my mind.