Camilla’s POVI wasn’t feeling well. For the past three days, I’d been throwing up everything I ate. I couldn’t take it anymore and had to figure out what was wrong with me, so here I was, at around seven p.m., sitting on the bed in the Pack doctor’s office.I puffed out a breath and wiped the sweat from my forehead. The door opened, and Doctor Evelyn Stone walked in, holding the test results.Doctor Evelyn Stone sighed, her eyes meeting mine with a mix of concern and something softer—almost like sympathy."Camilla," she began, her voice gentle but firm, "I know you’ve been feeling unwell, and I have the results here. The reason you’ve been experiencing those symptoms… it’s because you’re pregnant."The words hung in the air, and for a moment, everything else faded into the background. My heart skipped a beat as the reality of her words started to sink in.“W-what?” It forced out, talking the papers from her. No, this can’t be happening, not now, not when everything was a mess.The ro
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