Aria pov :
If I didn't know with absolute, mathematical certainty that Dr. Vance’s high-tech ultrasound machine had played the beautiful, synchronized rhythm of three distinct heartbeats, I would be entirely convinced that the three tiny Alpha pugs inside my womb had been replaced by a localized, catastrophic emotional nuclear reactor.
It was 10:17 AM. I was still sitting in the center of the massive, circular cashmere Nest that Killian had fiercely constructed in front of the fireplace two nights ago.
Physically, I felt completely incredible. My Wolf magic, Aurora, was humming with a steady, comforting radiance, weaving an intricate, protective Silver shield over my stomach that logic dictated was impenetrable. But internally, my consciousness was caught in the center of a terrifyin
