I didn't sleep.
At 6:47 AM, I gave up and dragged myself to the window seat. The gardens below were drowning in fog. Somewhere beyond the hedges, Lila was sleeping in the guest house. Sixty feet away. Might as well have been a country.
The bedroom door was still closed.
I'd checked the lock twice during the night.
Not because I was afraid of Kael. Because I was afraid I'd open it.
The hallway light. Leave it on if you need it.
Why would he say that? How did he know I was afraid of the dark? I'd never told anyone. Not even Lila.
I pressed my forehead against the cold glass and closed my eyes.
Nine months. Two hundred thousand dollars. Then never see him again.
Simple.
Except nothing about this felt simple.
---
A knock came at exactly 7:00 AM.
Not Kael's knock. Too soft. Too hesitant.
I opened the door to a woman in a gray uniform. Late forties. Warm eyes. A tray in her hands that smelled like eggs and toast and something sweet I couldn't name.
"Good morning, miss. I'm Marta. Alpha asked me to bring you breakfast." She didn't wait for an invitation. Just walked in and set the tray on the window seat. "You'll need your strength. The doctor comes at nine."
"Doctor?"
"First examination." Marta's smile didn't reach her eyes. "Standard procedure. Don't worry. Dr. Hayes is kind. Been with the pack twenty years."
She left before I could ask more.
I stared at the food.
Eggs. Toast. Fresh fruit. A glass of orange juice. And a small pastry dusted with powdered sugar that I didn't recognize.
My stomach growled.
I hadn't eaten a real meal in three weeks.
I told myself to be careful. To save some for later. To not look desperate.
I ate everything in four minutes.
Then I sat there, guilty and full and crying for no reason I could name.
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The doctor arrived at 8:57.
I knew because I'd been watching the clock on the nightstand. The same clock that had ticked through every hour of my sleepless night.
Dr. Hayes was nothing like I expected. Gray hair. Kind wrinkles around her eyes. She carried a leather bag that looked older than my father would have been.
"Elara," she said, extending a hand. "I'm sorry about the early hour. Alpha likes to keep to a schedule."
I shook her hand. Hers was warm. Mine was ice.
"Let's get this over with," I said.
She didn't flinch at my tone. Just nodded and opened her bag.
---
The examination was clinical. Efficient. She asked about my medical history. My mother's pregnancies. My father's health before he died. I answered everything. What else could I do?
"Any nausea yet?"
"It's been two days."
"Some women feel it immediately. Hormones are sensitive." She made a note on her clipboard. "Any bleeding? Cramping?"
"No."
"Good." She set down her pen. "I'll need to confirm the pregnancy today. Blood work. Possibly an ultrasound if Alpha approves."
"If he approves?"
Dr. Hayes's expression didn't change. "The contract requires his authorization for all medical procedures. Standard clause for surrogacy arrangements."
Standard.
Like any of this was standard.
I opened my mouth to argue, but the door opened before I could speak.
Kael walked in without knocking.
He was wearing different clothes than last night. Dark sweater. Darker jeans. His hair was still damp from a shower. He smelled like cedar and something underneath. Something warm. Something that made my wolf sit up and pay attention.
I hated that.
"Dr. Hayes," he said, nodding once.
"Alpha." She stepped back. "I was about to draw blood. With your permission."
"Granted."
He didn't look at me.
I kept my eyes on the window.
The needle slid in. I didn't flinch. I'd had worse. Hunger was worse. Watching Lila cry because there was no bread was worse. This was nothing.
"Results will take an hour," Dr. Hayes said, sealing the vial. "I'll return at eleven."
She left.
The door clicked shut.
And then it was just me and Kael and the silence.
---
"You didn't sleep," he said.
I finally looked at him. He was standing by the window, back to me, hands in his pockets. The fog had lifted slightly. Gray light spilled across his shoulders.
"Neither did you."
He didn't deny it.
"I read the contract," I said. "All of it. Not just the first forty-six pages."
Something shifted in his posture. Barely noticeable. But I was watching for cracks now.
"Page forty-seven," I continued. "Clause 7. 'Upon delivery of a male heir with confirmed Alpha genetic markers, Surrogate's parental rights terminate immediately. Surrogate will relocate to designated pack territory. Visitation: none.'"
Kael turned.
His face was stone. But his eyes — his eyes weren't.
"Visitation none," I repeated. "You're going to take my baby and send me away. And I won't even get to say goodbye."
"It's pack law."
"Your pack law."
"My pack." His voice dropped. "My laws. My contract. You signed it."
"Because I didn't read page forty-seven!"
"Because you ran out of time." He stepped closer. Not threatening. Just... present. "I gave you ten minutes. You could have asked for more. You didn't."
I opened my mouth. Closed it.
He was right.
I'd been so desperate to get it over with. So scared Lila would wake up hungry again. So sure that the fine print didn't matter.
It mattered.
It always mattered.
"I'm not going to let you take my baby," I said quietly.
Kael stopped three feet away. Close enough to touch. Close enough to hurt.
"The contract says otherwise."
"Contracts can be broken."
"At a cost you can't afford."
He wasn't wrong about that either.
I hated him. I hated this room. I hated the way my heart was racing and the way my wolf kept leaning toward him like he was the sun and I'd been freezing for years.
"I'm not your enemy, Elara."
"Then what are you?"
He didn't answer.
For a long moment, he just looked at me. Gray eyes searching mine. Looking for something. I didn't know what.
Then he turned and walked to the door.
"The results will be back at eleven. I'll be there."
"Kael."
He stopped. Didn't turn around.
"Page forty-seven," I said. "Did you write it?"
A pause.
"No."
"Then who did?"
The silence stretched so long I thought he wouldn't answer.
"My mother," he said finally. "Before she died."
Then he was gone.
And I was alone with a tray of empty plates and a blood vial labeled with my name and a secret I hadn't asked for.
---
Dr. Hayes returned at 11:03.
Kael was already there. Standing by the window in the same spot as before. Like he'd never left.
"Sit down, Elara," the doctor said gently.
I didn't sit.
"Just tell me."
Dr. Hayes looked at Kael. He nodded once.
"Your HCG levels are elevated," she said. "Consistent with early pregnancy. Approximately four weeks."
Four weeks.
I'd been pregnant for a month and hadn't known.
"However," Dr. Hayes continued, "there's something unusual."
My blood went cold.
"Your hormone markers are... atypical. I've never seen anything like it. The levels are normal, but the signature is wrong. It's almost as if —" She hesitated. "As if the baby isn't entirely wolf."
Kael went rigid.
"What are you saying?" His voice was sharp. Edged.
"I'm saying I need more tests. A genetic panel. And an ultrasound as soon as possible." Dr. Hayes closed her bag. "There's a chance — a small chance — that the child carries something else. Something older."
Something older.
I thought of the legends my grandmother used to whisper. Before the fever took her. Before the wolves forgot.
The First Ones. The ones who came before. Part wolf. Part something else.
Something that hadn't been born in a thousand years.
"Oh god," I whispered.
Kael's hand found my shoulder.
I didn't know when he'd crossed the room. Didn't know when he'd gotten close enough to touch.
But his palm was warm.
And for the first time since I'd signed that contract, I didn't feel alone.
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