--Alyssa--Lily is now more of a secretary to Grandma than my personal maid, but that was okay because I did everything by myself, and I was happy that she was involving herself in what she liked to do. Her passion for organization and administration had always been evident, and seeing her flourish in this new role brought a sense of pride and relief. She was thriving, and so was the shop.“Come in,” I said, anticipating the arrival of Regina. She was one of the maids, and she had a knack for knowing exactly when I needed something. As the door creaked open, I saw her enter, a tray balanced gracefully in her hands, laden with breakfast.“How was I going to tell her that I wouldn’t be eating here? I still had to reject it,” I thought to myself. Regina’s breakfast looked delightful, but I had a craving for Grandma’s pie and her special latte at the shop.“Luna, please, your breakfast,” she said, bowing slightly as she approached.“Oh, Regina, sorry for the bother, but I’ll be eating at
--Alyssa--"You are eating a lot, Alyssa," Lily remarked, a teasing tone in her voice. "You're going to get fat," she added, making me laugh. If only she knew.Since morning, I had been stuffing myself with food because I was always hungry. The need to eat seemed to overpower everything else, an insatiable craving that I couldn't ignore."I'm back, and it was hectic today," Grandma said, her voice a bit strained as she entered the room."Why don't you allow someone else to handle it?" I asked, concern in my voice. But she just shook her head, a familiar stubbornness in her expression, making me keep quiet. There was no point arguing; she wasn't going to agree."This is your water, Grandma," Lily said, placing the glass in front of her."How did it go with the interior designer Xavier recommended?" Grandma asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.I frowned, the memory of the meeting still fresh and irritating. "She was treating me like a child throughout our discussions. She would hid
--Alyssa--Today was a big day. I was scheduled for an ultrasound to check on the baby and determine exactly how far along I was. Xavier had insisted on keeping everything a secret, so we planned to leave in the evening to a private hospital, avoiding the pack hospital altogether. His caution was understandable; he didn’t want anyone to discover what I was.We had to confirm the doctor’s suspicions that I might give birth earlier than the typical nine months for werewolves and humans. If that turned out to be true and the pack doctor found out, it could spell disaster for us.“Go and come, dear,” Grandma said gently, standing by the gate as we prepared to leave.I nodded at her before settling into the car. Xavier got into the driver's seat, his face a mix of concern and determination.“Why is it that I could give birth earlier than a normal werewolf?” I asked, my curiosity piqued by the unusual information he had shared with me earlier. Grandma had agreed with him, but I needed to he
--Alyssa--I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension.It looked like Xavier had already formulated a plan, stopping Doctor Shirley in her tracks.“I would like to ask some questions first before she goes and pees,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. The doctor looked at my belly strangely, as if she were about to faint.“So, you said that the pregnancy looks like she is already in the third month, but the machine tells you that she is in her first month,” he clarified, and she nodded, her eyes wide with confusion.“That cannot be possible, so that means I have to do a test. I’m sorry for putting you through all this stress; it has never happened before,” she apologized, looking both apologetic and bewildered.“Can you please show me if the baby is doing okay?” Xavier requested, his voice calm but authoritative. She nodded, returning her focus to the screen.“Yes, it looks healthy. The growth and the time of conception just don't match,” she confirmed.“My
--Alyssa--As I glance down at my belly, I can’t help but marvel at the changes that have occurred over the past two months. It’s as if my body has defied the usual timeline, and instead of showing the subtle signs of early pregnancy, I now appear as though I’m well into my sixth month. The growth is significant, the curve of my abdomen undeniably prominent, and it’s both awe-inspiring and a little overwhelming. It feels like my body is orchestrating its own version of time, moving at its own pace.I haven’t ventured outside much lately. The few times I have, it’s been under careful cover, avoiding any unnecessary exposure. The staff who come in are few and far between, each visit meticulously planned to ensure minimal disruption and maximum discretion. The rest of the time, I stay within the sanctuary of our home, where I feel safest and most at ease.Xavier has been a constant source of support and reassurance. He fabricated a story about how I was actually in my fifth month of preg
--Alyssa--Getting up from bed, I was filled with a mixture of excitement and nervousness about the appointment at my mom’s place with Xavier. I carefully applied a spritz of my favorite perfume, enjoying the soft, floral scent that lingered on my skin. It was a small ritual that always made me feel more confident and ready to face the day.After finishing my breakfast, I headed downstairs to meet Xavier. The atmosphere in the house seemed unusually tense as I stepped into the elevator. The doors opened, and I was immediately met with a curious, almost uncomfortable silence. Everyone in the lobby seemed to freeze for a moment before quickly averting their gazes. The maids, who usually greeted me with warm smiles, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and apprehension. They bowed their heads politely but couldn’t resist glancing back at me as they walked away.I could feel a knot tightening in my stomach as I tried to make sense of the odd reactions. It was as though I had unwittingl
--Alyssa--The noise outside my bedroom window grew louder, a cacophony of voices that carried a heavy undertone of frustration and anger. I cautiously approached the window, peering through the ornate curtains to catch a glimpse of the commotion. My heart sank as I saw a sea of pack members gathered below, their faces etched with concern and agitation. The sight of them was overwhelming, and their voices carried a mixture of urgency and frustration that sent shivers down my spine.“We need answers!” came the shouted demand from the crowd. The tone was sharp and insistent, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead. I could see the tension in their movements, the way they jostled each other in their eagerness to get answers.“What’s going on?” I muttered to myself, trying to make sense of the chaos unfolding before me. I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, trying to catch any hint of what was driving the uproar.The murmurs from the crowd grew more distinct. “Is she a Wh
--Alyssa--Everything indicated that I would give birth in my third month, which was next month. At this point, Xavier had decided to hide me from everyone before something happened, or they revolted against me, or worse, came in here to make me shift.I remember that night clearly when he relayed the news to me. We were in our room, the dim light casting shadows on the walls, the air heavy with tension. Xavier's face was etched with worry as he spoke.“I’ve thought about it long and hard with Nathaniel, and the best option now is for you to leave for a while. If possible, take care of our pup somewhere safe,” he said, his voice a mix of determination and sorrow. I knew that was the only solution, even though it meant I wouldn’t be seeing him for a long time. He wouldn’t be able to come to where I was so that he wouldn’t be followed.Lily was packing my things now, her movements efficient but tinged with sadness. She carefully folded the child’s clothes, some of which Xavier had bough