As the days passed, the castle seemed to settle into an uneasy calm. Shadow's recovery progressed steadily, and I found solace in our moments together. Yet, beneath the surface, the whispers of destiny continued to beckon, urging me to seek the truth that lay hidden within the castle's ancient walls.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself drawn to the castle's gardens. The scent of blooming flowers filled the air, and the moon's gentle glow illuminated the path before me. I wandered among the vibrant colors, the beauty of the surroundings providing a brief respite from he turmoil within my heart.
As I strolled along the garden path, lost in my thoughts, a familiar figure stepped out from behind a cluster of roses. It was Christian Armstrong, the alpha of the pack and the man who claimed to be my mate—the father of the child I carried.
