“Forgive me, Alpha. It’s not my wish to trigger you,” Helena gives her responds with a head bow.

“I’m glad you know better not to cross me. Now speak what it is,” my old husband orders.

My heart hammers; racing faster than it has ever done. I doubt I will be able to stop it from exploding. I clutch my fingers into a fist right by my side as they start to tremble - intense fear becomes the order of the day.

Helena lay her ear on my stomach one more time, staying in position like the child is meant to kick or something. If I don’t understand motherhood, I...