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Sandro stood beside Arabella’s bed, her eyes closed and her breathing calm. He anxiously awaited the pack doctor, Mrs. Mabel, to finish examining her.

The middle-aged woman with graying hair turned to him, a satisfied smile lighting up her face. “Congratulations, Alpha,” she said excitedly. “Arabella is pregnant, and she’s been in this state for about eight weeks now.”

“W-what?” Sandro stuttered, caught off-guard by the news. He wondered if he had heard her right and hoped she would repeat it.

“She’s pregnant, Alpha. And I believe she became unconscious because she used so much energy, and the baby is drawing energy from her, leaving not enough for both of them,” Mrs. Mabel explained.

Arabella was pregnant, and Sandro mulled it over. A rush of unfamiliar emotions swirled within him as he thought about possibly having a child who would one day become the next Alpha of the Moon Howler’s Pack.

He had never entertained such a thought before. Heck, he never imagined having a child of his own. But right now, it didn’t sound so bad, even though it was with Arabella, his sworn enemy. He didn’t mind taking the child from her and discarding her afterward.

He loathed Arabella; he should also hate the child. However, the emotion never came.

Sandro glanced down at Arabella’s still form, feeling a surge of protectiveness kick in. He knew he had something incredibly precious to look after his child. At least if he were to die early like he was foreseeing, his legacy would not be erased.

His mind filled with anticipation as he eagerly asked the doctor, “Can you tell if it’s a boy or a girl now, doctor?”Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Mrs. Mabel smiled gently, understanding his anxiety. “Well, it’s best to wait a few weeks before we can determine that for more accurate results, Alpha,” she said. Sandro nodded, looking away and diving back into his thoughts.

Despite the disappointment coursing through him, he was still happy that it was definitely his baby. After all, he was the one who had taken her virginity.

Or was the child, not his?

Sandro’s fleeting happiness quickly faded as his thoughts turned to Blaze. To his angered dismay, Blaze was connected with Arabella, raising the question of whether the child she carried belonged to him or that traitor.

At the mere thought of Blaze potentially being the father, Sandro’s hands balled into fists, his anger smoldering within.

Sandro squinted and questioned, “Are you entirely certain the child is mine?”

Taken aback by his query, Mrs. Mabel hesitated before responding. “I cannot guarantee with absolute certainty, Alpha. However, the child is likely yours.”

Sandro’s grip on the duvet tightened as his mind seethed with anger. Blaze had betrayed him in the worst way possible. Not only had he gone behind his back, taken what was rightfully his, and conspired with Thalia to deceive him, but now he had also impregnated Arabella.

Sandro couldn’t even consider the potential consequences of that. His emotions were so overwhelming that he felt on the verge of exploding.

He growled, reaching out to Arabella and shaking her, “Wake up, Arabella!”

“Arabella!” he yelled again, his voice harsh and unforgiving.

Arabella’s eyes slowly opened, unfocused and hazy, as she tried to shake off the grogginess clouding her mind. While struggling to regain awareness, she saw Sandro’s piercing eyes staring back at her fiercely, sending a shiver of fear down her spine.

Arabella sat up gradually, rubbing her eyes and attempting to comprehend Sandro’s words. “What happened?”

His face was only inches from hers; his jaw clenched tightly as his words sliced through the silence. “Is it mine?” he growled.

“What do you mean?” Arabella asked. She was still trying to understand why Sandro was before her and why he was asking a question she didn’t understand.

“Don’t act ignorant, Arabella,” he snarled. “Is the child mine?”

Arabella was taken aback and bewildered by his sudden outburst. Her head throbbed, and her thoughts were in disarray, making it hard to grasp what was going on. Gradually, her surroundings came into focus as her confusion cleared. She realized she was lying in an unfamiliar hospital room, a pack doctor in the corner, and Sandro yelling at her for some reason.

“What child?” she asked again, her voice barely audible, a painful knot forming in her stomach.

Sandro’s face twisted with outrage and jealousy as he pulled back, pacing around the room.

As he paced, he felt the suffocating weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. He exhaled slowly, attempting to calm himself down, but it wasn’t effective. His clenched fists and the heat radiating from his body betrayed the inner turmoil he was experiencing.

Sandro’s eyes blazed with intensity as he fixed his gaze on Arabella, demanding answers. “I need to know who the father is,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Arabella said, trying to convey as much conviction as possible.

Sandro’s jaw tightened upon hearing her words. “You’re pregnant with a child, and I want to know who the father is.” The direct accusation hit like a blow, and Arabella felt like she had been thrust into chaos.

Her heart skipped a beat as she struggled to process the startling news she had just received. Pregnant? That couldn’t be true. She wrestled to comprehend the situation, her mind racing to understand it all.

“I… I don’t understand,” Arabella’s voice quivered.

Sandro’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her, his expression growing even darker. Arabella instinctively recoiled, unsettled by the intensity of his gaze.

“You don’t understand?” he grunted. “Allow me to clarify. You’re carrying a child, and I want to know who the father is now.”

Arabella recalled being late for her period, but she had momentarily forgotten about it. As reality hit and she remembered, a flood of emotions surged through her fear, confusion, and a profound unease. So it was true she was pregnant, but who was the father? Sandro or Blaze?