Zane never returned to the manor after that night.I learned from Gordon, my butler, that he had moved into Dahlia’s small apartment on the west side of town.Soon after, the taunts from Dahlia began.Eleven P.M. My phone buzzed.A picture buzzed through. Zane, hunched over their tiny kitchen counter, baking her honey bread.He moved so carefully, like he was handling a precious piece of art.The caption read: My Alpha is the sweetest. He knows his Luna has been craving sweets since getting pregnant. I looked at it, my face blank. I didn't reply.The next day, just after midnight, another one arrived.Zane was sitting on the rug in front of a fireplace, brushing Dahlia's long, brown hair.The orange firelight danced on their faces. The scene looked like a painting.My Alpha brushes my hair every night. He says it's good for the baby~Still, I didn't reply.Day three, day four, day five...Every night, like clockwork, Dahlia sent a photo.Sometimes it was Zane massaging her ankles. Som
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