Adina's POV

I slowly rolled on the bed. My head ached so badly, and my eyes felt heavy. Where was I? My body came in contact with his.

I looked over to the side of the bed, and my hand rushed to cover my mouth to prevent me from screaming.

Nathan lay there, sleeping peacefully. I slowly raised the blanket above me and looked underneath it was true. We were both completely naked.

Memories of last night flashed through my head. My heart hammered as images flooded back—his hands, his lips, the way I’d melted against him. Shame clawed at me, tangled with something else I hated even more: longing. My fingers brushed my lips, still tender, and I cursed myself under my breath.

God, how was I so stupid to have slept with Nathan Knight?

this wasn’t happening. This had to be a dream or something—anything at all. But this couldn’t be real.

I rushed out of the bed, picking up my clothes from the ground. I got dressed and tiptoed out of the room.

My head hurt so badly, but I still managed to navigate my way out of there. How could I have been so stupid?

I was drunk to the extent I slept with Nathan Jackson’s uncle. Why did I let this happen?

How the hell did I lose control? I never lost control. I wasn’t that type of girl. One-night stand? No, that wasn’t me.

But who could blame me? The mate destined for me has been fucking his beta’s sister right behind my back.

Jackson deserved to suffer and just like that, the pain from last night came rushing back.

I was only going back to Jackson’s place because I needed to recuperate and figure out what to do next.

It was still very early in the morning. I was able to sneak back into the house and into our room.

When I got there, it was empty left exactly how I had left it last night, which meant only one thing: Jackson was still with his mistress, Gina.

I got into bed slowly, my heart racing with guiltbut why the hell was I feeling guilty? He was the one who started it.

Damn. I almost screamed. How could I have slept with Nathan? This was a horrible mistake.

I lay in bed, trying to wrap my mind around everything. I still had the hangover headache, but that didn’t stop the memory of everything.

The way he touched me, kissed me his he smelled so good. I couldn’t resist. I tried resisting him, but I failed. I itched the back of my neck.

I closed my eyes, sighing. It was a mistake that would never repeat itself again.

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Two weeks later

Two weeks had passed, but I wasn’t able to forget that night. It played in my head every single day. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again. The heat of his skin. The way my wolf stirred under his touch in a way Jackson never could. I told myself it was just lust, a drunken mistake—but why did my chest ache like it meant something more?

But I was determined to put it behind me. It was a mistake, and I wasn’t going to let it weigh me down.

Jackson had been trying to get on my good side, but he didn’t know that I knew everythingeverything going on with Gina. The way he insulted me while screwing her.

I wasn’t going to tell him I knew. I was only here because I didn’t have anywhere else to go.

“Hey, I brought you a gift.”

God not this again. Couldn’t he just take the hint and leave me the fuck alone?

“I don’t want your gifts, Jackson.”

“Adina, it’s been two weeks. It wasn’t my best moment I admit, but I’m sorry. Me calling you barren was clearly a mistake.”

How had I ever fallen for this bullshit before? It was the way he lied so manipulative. I lived a perfect little lie while he got to do whatever he wanted, and I was too blind to see.

But he wasn’t the only good actor after all.

I took his hands in mine. “I forgive you.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Of course I am. I love you.” The lie almost made me choke on my own words. I would play the role of that fumn girl he used to know.

I helped him get up from where he knelt down and gave him a hug. I almost vomited his scent irritated me. But I couldn’t help but hurriedly move back.

In a strange way, it felt like my wolf sense was heightened. Now everything was super heightened.

Once he was out the door, I could finally breathe but the constant itch on my neck kept getting worse.

I hadn’t really checked what was happening there, so I peeled off the top of my dress from my neck. My fingers trembled as I pulled down the neckline of my dress. There it was—two faint crescent marks glowing faintly beneath my skin. The edges were raw, tinged with heat, pulsing like a living thing. My breath hitched. This wasn’t just a bite. It was binding itself to me.

“Oh... no... no... no...” This was bad. I knew he had bitten me that night but why the hell was it slowly turning into a bond mark?

No. This wasn’t possible. This couldn’t be happening. I already had a mate. I couldn’t be mated to Nathan.

“No, no please, Moon Goddess, don’t let this happen. Let it just be a dream I wake up from.”

Jackson would kill me if he found out I had something to do with his uncle his most hated enemy.

My head started to hang. My eyes... I wasn’t seeing anything clearly anymore, and my balance wasn’t steady.

What the hell is going on? My heart raced in my chest. It was hard to hold on to consciousness so I let it go.

~~~~

When I opened my eyes, I looked around. I wasn’t in Jackson’s place anymore.

“Where am I?” I asked but I already knew the answer to that question.

“Oh, Adina, you’re finally awake,” I heard a sweet voice beside me. It was the pack doctor.

“Doctor Rose? What am I doing here?” I asked, confused.

“You passed out. Your mate had to carry you here immediately.”

“I passed out? But why? I feel fine.”

There was a bright smile on her face. “This is good news, Adina.”

“What is?”

“Your test results came back. You’re pregnant.”

She clapped her hands in excitement, but I just held my stomach. No no, this wasn’t happening. How could I be pregnant?

“How long?” I asked, trying to sound excited.

“Two weeks.”

My stomach dropped, cold dread washing over me. I gripped the sheets so hard my knuckles whitened. Two weeks… the same night. My vision blurred, and I could almost hear Nathan’s voice in my head, low and sinful, as if the memory was branded into me.

Oh no. I was pregnant and it wasn’t Jackson’s. This child belongs to Nathan. I’m in deep shit.