The early morning sun cast a gentle warmth over the room, bathing Kiara in its soft golden light as she lay in bed, her thoughts swirling like a tempestuous sea. Last night's revelation had left her feeling disoriented and overwhelmed.
Kiara shifted uncomfortably beneath the covers, her hand unconsciously resting on her abdomen. She couldn't shake the strange sensation that had settled within her since Dr. Faraday's revelation. The idea of carrying Lord Liam's child had left her in a state of disbelief. She had never imagined herself as a mother, and the prospect of it had her feeling adrift in uncharted waters.
Lycan, who was now her ever-attentive partner, stirred beside her, his sleep-tousled hair framing his face. He turned towards her, his eyes soft with affection, and leaned in to plant a tender kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, my love," he murmured, his lips brushing against her skin.
