Housebound with the Blackridge Heirs novel Chapter 111

Her smile faded instantly.

“You’re right,” she said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

She leaned forward, elbows on the table, her tone shifting into something more careful. “There’s no real way to prepare for it, Maya. But there is a high chance that…”

“That what?” I pressed.

She swallowed. “There’s a high chance that all three of them will mate with you. And if you get pregnant, you might not know who the father is.”

The words slammed into me like a physical blow.

I stared at her, my mind refusing to process it fully, images and implications tangling together until I felt dizzy. Pregnant. A child. In the middle of this chaos. With no certainty. No control.

It should have terrified me outright.

It should have made me recoil, made my stomach twist with dread at the thought of bringing something fragile into a world that already seemed determined to tear me apart.

But it didn’t.

Not completely.

Beneath the fear, beneath the panic clawing at my ribs, there was something else. A strange warmth that flared quietly in my chest, instinctive and uninvited.

The idea of all of them being with me sparked something almost… primal.

That reaction scared me more than the thought of pregnancy itself.

Because it meant my body and my wolf were already deciding things my mind wasn’t ready for. It meant that even in the worst possible circumstances, some part of me was reaching forward instead of pulling back, imagining life where I should have only been seeing danger.

And I didn’t know how to stop that.

“How can I not get pregnant without depending on them?” I asked hoarsely. “Because only Leo is talking to me right now.”

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Chapter 110

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Elise exhaled slowly. “There’s an herb. Wolfsbane-adjacent, but not lethal. Wolves hate it. It suppresses fertility temporarily, but it can make you sick. Really sick.”

“I don’t care,” I said immediately. “I want it.”

She studied my face for a long moment, then nodded. “Okay.”

She pulled up an image on her phone and slid it across the table to me. “This is what it looks like. And this is where you can find it.”

I stared down at the screen, committing every detail to memory.

“Any advice?” I asked quietly.

Elise grimaced. “My advice?”

“Yes.”

She met my eyes. “Don’t die.”

A weak laugh escaped me, but it died quickly.

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