Melissa (Gabriella’s Pov)

I woke up with a yawn, rubbing my protruding belly. Alpha Farrell had made it easy for me to do some house chores as the doctor advised I did light work. I knew they had questions for me, but my memory loss claim since the day I came had been a lifesaver.

The bathroom welcomed me with my image reflecting on the mirror. Disheveled hair, saggy eyes, and a tantrum I never thought I had, more like a childish one. It didn’t matter that I was still one.

The news of Alfredo’s wedding spread through the nightshade pack like fire. Alpha Farrell didn’t like the look of...