Bad Love An Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 115
“You’re at eight weeks, Leah.”
Wait… that would mean I got pregnant right before Aaron imprisoned me? I blanch. “I didn’t eat for a week. I can’t
imagine that was good for the baby.”
Adam studies the ultrasound and moves a mouse taking measurements. “The embryo would’ve been a cluster of cells at the time and your diet was good leading up to that event,
yes?”
I nod.
“If the baby was going to terminate due to the starvation mode your body entered, it would’ve happened. But this little guy hung in there.”
“Little guy?”
He looks sheepish. “Sh it. Did you not want to know?”
I didn’t know. But, uh, too late now. “Isn’t it too early?”
“Too early to really see his anatomy, yes, but your bloodwork confirmed.”
His anatomy.
I’m having a boy.
All I can think of is Aaron. His smile. His dark eyes.

My heart swells with love for my baby.
“Here, look,” Adam says. ” He swivels the screen and then I see
it. A tiny outline of arms and legs and a little face.
“He’s so small!”
Adam laughs. “He’s the size of a raspberry right now. By next
week, he’ll double. If you can make it through the next month,
there’s a good chance this little guy will be born.”
My eyes water. But for the first time, these are tears of joy.
There’s a beeping sound and we both turn to the panel of monitors across the room. “What’s going on?”
Adam crosses the room and switches camera views. “It’s your
brother.”
I swipe the gel off my body, stand up and zip my jeans. I pull my shirt down. “Let him in.”
There’s a beep as Adam electronically unlocks the door. I pull the plug out of the wall turning off the ultrasound.
“Remember what we talked about, Adam.”
He nods and says no more.
Adam enters the lab. He crosses his arms. “What are you
doing?”
It’s an honest question, however, as Alpha, I don’t owe him or anyone else an answer. “Adam and I were discussing these facilities. I am going to expand the medical pavilion. Let’s
ensure we have more room and resources for our young and
elderly.”
He glances at me with concern creasing his brow. “Are you anticipating war?”
“Not from Aaron.” At least…I don’t think he will. Our son will
ensure that when I’m gone.
“The Council, then.” Liam curses. “The nerve of those ba stards coming here and thinking they know what this pack needs or that they can just insert a new ruler in your place.”
“We aren’t going to let that happen,” I tell him.