Selene POV
"I think… I think Alora might be pregnant."
The words left my mouth softly, almost reverently, yet they landed in the room with the weight of a thunderclap.
For a heartbeat, no one moved.
The air itself seemed to still, thick with disbelief and hope and something dangerously close to fear. Darius stared at me as though I had spoken in a language he had never learned, his face draining of color before flushing all at once. Lucian's body went rigid beside me, his hand tightening instinctively, not in doubt, but in readiness. Alex looked between us, confusion etched deeply across his features, while Alora lay there, half conscious, her breathing shallow, her skin still too warm beneath my palm.
The scent curled through the room again, unmistakable now that I allowed myself to fully acknowledge it. Sweet. Warm. Alive. Not the sharp bite of sickness, nor the restless edge of heat, but something gentler, more profound. A promise carried on breath.
