ALPHA GREGORY'S POV

I walked into Ava's room, a sense of relief washing over me as I saw that she was sitting up in bed, looking much better than she had in days. But her face caught my attention and my heart sank.

Her eyes were swollen and her food littered on the floor. The maid was right, she had indeed being crying. I felt angry at myself for leaving her alone.

She needed me more, yet all I could think about was that damn woman who was carrying my child.

As I approached her, she looked up with a bewildered expression as though she wasn't expecting to see me....