I stood in the bathroom, clutching the edge of the cold marble sink. My stomach did a slow, sickening flip. I squeezed my eyes shut, waiting for the feeling to pass.
It has been a few weeks since the wedding and Alice’s ceremony. Life was finally perfect. Marco and Isabella were happy. Astor and I were more in love than ever.
But for the last three days, I felt different. My head felt heavy. My morning coffee, which I usually loved, smelled like old dirt. And that morning sickness, the one I remembered so clearly from when I carried the twins was back.
I was terrified.
I walked back into the bedroom. Astor was already up, sitting on the edge of the bed and putting on his boots. He looked up at me, and his smile faded instantly. He was an Alpha; he could smell my fear. He could feel the
