Elara povI came to slowly, fluorescent light stinging behind my eyelids. A doctor leaned over the bed, voice low and careful in the register reserved for the worst kind of news."I'm sorry. We couldn't save the pregnancy. The procedure needed the Alpha's signature — should I call him?"I don't think I said anything. My silence must've read as consent, because he was already dialing before I'd processed *we couldn't save the pregnancy* — four words that quietly rearranged the next several months of my life.He held the phone out. Some numb, obedient part of me took it."I had a miscarriage," I said. My voice sounded far away. "I need your signature."A pause. Then he laughed — easy, disbelieving. "When were you even pregnant? Why didn't I know? Stop joking, love, Seraphine's in labor right now, this really isn't the time—"Behind his voice, a baby's cry. Then a second one. Voices erupting into congratulations."She had the twins," he said, grinning through the phone. "Can you believe
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