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She was quiet for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice was steady. “I’m keeping it. And I’m taking
photos of all these tests and sending them to everyone who needs to know. My parents and, yes, Lucian too.
I’m not hiding this.”
She pulled out her phone, took photos, composed a group message, and hit send without hesitation. “There.
Now everyone knows.”
Over the next few days, Sienna fielded calls from her family with impressive calm, refusing to give details about the father despite her mother’s demands. She ignored Lucian’s texts and spent hours researching wolf
pregnancy with frightening intensity.
On the third evening, Sienna was curled up on my couch, scrolling through pregnancy forums. She looked exhausted but there was also a strange peace in her expression.
“Lucian’s been calling nonstop,” she said, holding up her phone. “Twenty–three missed calls today. He says
he told his parents and they want to meet me.”
“Do you want to meet them?” I asked.
“No,” she said immediately, then sighed. “But I probably should, right? For the baby’s sake.”
“You don’t owe them anything yet,” I pointed out. “Let Lucian sweat it out a bit longer.”
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. “You’re right. Let him suffer.”
That evening, Sienna suddenly sat up straight, one hand going to her stomach. “I want Cajun Gumbo. From Bayou Bites.”
Pregnancy cravings in wolf women could be intense, almost overwhelming. If Sienna wanted that specific
dish, we needed to get it for her.
“I’ll go,” I said, grabbing my keys. “You two stay here and rest.”
The drive to Bayou Bites was familiar now. I found parking and headed inside, the warm, spicy smell of
Cajun cooking hitting me immediately.
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I approached the counter. “Hi, I need to order takeout please. Two orders of your Cajun Gumbo and-”
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The door behind me opened, bringing with it a scent that made every muscle in my body go rigid. Cedar and
leather, dark and commanding. The scent I’d finally broken free from just weeks ago.
I turned slowly. Daemon stood in the doorway, tall and imposing in a dark gray cashmere coat over a black
turtleneck sweater. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the air crackling with tension.
His blood–red eyes were unreadable, but I could see the surprise flash across his features before he locked it
down.
Daemon recovered first and walked past me toward the counter, close enough that I could feel the heat
radiating from his body. He didn’t acknowledge me directly, just addressed the woman behind the counter.
“Two orders of the Cajun Gumbo and one order of Beignets, to go.”
The woman nodded, leaving Daemon and me standing side by side in uncomfortable silence. After what felt
like an eternity, Daemon walked over to the high stools and sat down. Then he turned his head to look at
me directly.
“Sienna’s at your place?”
The question caught me off guard, but I didn’t answer. Instead, I raised an eyebrow and asked, “What a
coincidence. Are you and Celeste craving the same thing?”
Daemon’s expression darkened slightly. “I’m not living with her.”
“But you’re buying her dinner,” I pointed out, my tone deliberately light.
“The food isn’t for her,” he said flatly. “Lucian asked me to help him track Sienna down. She’s been ignoring
his calls.”
Of course. “And you thought stalking her was the solution?”
“I’m helping my friend locate the mother of his child so he can have an actual conversation with her.”
So he knew. “She’s not ready to talk to him yet. She needs time to process everything.”
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“Three days isn’t enough when your entire life is being turned upside down,” I snapped. “Not that you’d understand anything about giving people the space they need.”
I watched his jaw tighten, watched him visibly restrain whatever response he wanted to make.
“Lucian’s on his way here,” Daemon said finally. “He landed about two hours ago. He’s coming tonight.
Whether she’s ready or not.”
My stomach dropped. “You need to tell him to back off. If he pushes too hard, she’s going to do something
she can’t take back.”
“Like what?”
I hesitated. “She’s prepared to make their relationship public in the most humiliating way possible if his
family tries to reject her. She has receipts. A lot of receipts.”
Something like respect flickered across Daemon’s face. “She always was thorough.”
The woman called out a number, and Daemon collected his order. He turned back to me. “For what it’s
worth, Lucian’s not going to abandon her. He’s scared, yeah, but he’s not going to run. He’ll step up.”
“He better,” I said. “Because if he hurts Sienna, Lily and I will make sure he regrets it.”
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.

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