ninety-eight

The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension as Olivia skillfully changed the baby, ignoring Clara's worried expression. The soft cry of the newborn seemed to echo the uncertainty hanging in the air.

"Olivia, this is dangerous. It's too early for a celebration. What if something goes wrong?" Clara tried to argue, her voice marked by concern.

Olivia, however, was not willing to listen. Her eyes sparkled with determination, and she responded firmly, "I have no choice, Clara. The Supreme Alpha is determined to celebrate the birth of my son. I can't stop that."

Clara sighed, looking at the baby Olivia held so carefully. "But, Olivia, it's still too early. We don't know if the child is really the alpha's. Maybe it's better to wait, to be sure before having this celebration."

Olivia's response came with an explosion of anger. "Do you doubt me? Doubt the lineage of the Supreme Alpha? Leave my room, Clara. I don't need your negativity."

Resigned, Clara withdrew but not without casting