After freshening up and changing into comfortable home clothes, Amelie stood in front of the mirror. Instinctively, her hand rested on her stomach.
"Gabriel feels you," she murmured softly.
The thought brought both warmth and pain. Gabriel, a man with no biological connection to the child, could already sense the bond. Yet Alex, the pup's own father, felt nothing. Not even an ounce of responsibility or attachment.
"I shouldn't think about that jerk," she muttered. "This pup is mine alone."
With a deep breath, she exited the washroom and settled onto the bed, lying down to rest. But sleep didn't come easily.
"Gabriel wants me in his life," she whispered into the dimly lit room. "He's the first person who made me feel like I belong somewhere."
Yet, doubts gnawed at her. The way Gabriel's brother had reacted upon seeing her was telling. His entire family, descendants of royal Alpha blood, would surely disapprove. And she? She was just an omega. A pregnant omega.
