The room remained frozen after Deucalion’s question.
“Are you really pregnant and is the child mine?”
Elena stood near the door, eyes lowered, hands clenched tightly in front of her. Aria still held the sheet against her chest. The Blackridge Luna stood between them, waiting in silence.
Deucalion’s voice was low and controlled when he spoke again. “I want a full explanation. Now. From the beginning.”
Elena’s lips trembled. Tears already filled her eyes. “Alpha… please… I was only following orders.”
“Orders? From who? Speak,” he ordered.
She took a shaky breath and began.
“That evening, Luna Aria called me to her room. I thought she only needed help with something simple. When I entered, she was standing by the table. She picked up a bottle of wine and handed it to me. She told me to
