Nyxion’s POV

“Congratulations, Alpha Nyxion, on expecting a baby,” Draven said, standing by the door with a foolish smile on his face. The maids adjusted my robe as I stood there, my expression unreadable.

My gaze dropped to the bandage wrapped tightly around my waist, the bloodstain seeping through the white fabric. She should have postponed the date and allowed me to recover properly, but instead, she announced the ceremony without seeking my approval.

“Leave.” My ...