*Rose* I find myself walking around with one hand over my abdomen because I know that there’s a tiny person inside of me. I know that this is the reality I am experiencing now, that I have fulfilled my duty and become pregnant. Yet, I’m still having trouble wrapping my mind around it. There is a
Someone else is going to take care of my child! Someone else is going to rock my baby to sleep each night. Someone else is going to be there when my child says his or her first words. It will not be me that my baby calls, “Mama.” It will not be me that my baby walks to on unsteady legs when they
*Rose* The butler is in a hurry. Either he has lots of more important things to do than to walk a pregnant nobody in to see the king, or he just doesn’t realize his legs are a foot longer than mine. I feel like I am running to keep up with him, but then, as I start to tire about halfway to the kin
Now, I am wondering if he even knows how that works. But then… I’m not exactly sure I know how all of that works either. I really need a book…. “Now that you’re knocked up, there’s absolutely no reason for you to be around the Alphas anymore. I’ve already noticed what a distraction you’ve become.
*Eli*The soft moonlight is causing her silver night dress to glow in the dark. She looks like an angel, and I have missed her. The king has told us there is no need to keep seeing ‘the Breeder.’ His words. That and how he refers to her as a Breeder seems like just a tactic to remind all of us why w
She scoffs, not answering me. Something bad has happened, I’ve determined. But I don’t know what. “Love? How will love be relevant if you are the father of this child? Soon you and the king will rip the baby away from me and hand it to Emily, the only mother my child will ever know.”I swallow hard
*Tristan* I throw the paper plane I made at Reece, and he gives me an irritated glare. We have been sitting in Eli’s room for a little over an hour waiting for him to return. We are all anxious to hear if Rose is all right. Having not been able to see her for a couple of days is driving all of us a
All of a sudden, an idea strikes me. “The king can’t just get rid of Rose. The baby will need to be breastfed for a few years after it is born, so she will have to stay,” I announce, and I see everyone’s face light up with renewed hope. “Yes, you are correct. Babies breastfeed until they are about