Mink’s P.O.V
As I sit here, eight months pregnant and visibly showing, I can't help but feel the weight of impending motherhood pressing down on me. Every kick from within serves as a reminder of the life growing inside me, a life that I will soon be responsible for. But amidst the anticipation and joy, there's an undercurrent of unease, a feeling that the other shoe is about to drop soon.
The news of Arsalan's Beta's death reached his Alpha much later than expected, a delay that was completely unexpected because I would have thought Sahil to have sent a telepathic message to his Alpha as soon as I had slashed his chest. But as to why that hadn't happened was now a cause for concern.