Nalya
There was a lurch in my chest when Juliana kissed my mate. Rhaegar pulled away from her, and his eyes instantly found mine. I crossed my arms against my chest, watching him. Juliana cupped his face, seemingly confused at his action. I felt rage course through me. I wanted to yank her hands away from my mate and shout he was mine. Her eyes followed me, and she gasped.
"Nalya?" she walked towards me. I frowned at her smile. This woman never liked me, and now she was smiling as if happy to see me. I wasn't buying it.
"Now, who knocked you up,"
I covered my belly with my cardigan. When I didn't answer, her eyes flashed, and she looked at Rhaegar.
"Why is she in the pack?" she snapped.
"Juliana, I've been trying to get in touch with you. Why haven't you been answering?" Rhaegar asked. He was close to me now.
"I changed my number,"
"We spoke yesterday," The Prince was annoyed.