He hurried to her side, one arm steadying her shoulders, concern written plainly across his face. “Milly, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
Then he looked at me.
The warmth vanished instantly. His brows drew together, his eyes sharpening into something cold and judgmental.
“Miss Ravenscar,” he said curtly, “you’re carrying a child. You should know better than to be wandering around like this. Being pregnant doesn’t give you the right to lay hands on new pack members.”
There was no hesitation in his tone. No pause to ask what had actually happened. He accepted her version without question, as if it were already proven fact.
“I didn’t touch her,” I said quietly, my voice barely holding together.
He scoffed. “So you’re telling me she just fell on her own?”
Each word struck like a barb, piercing deeper than the last.
The two of them stood so close, their bodies angled instinctively toward each other. I suddenly felt like an outsider intruding on a scene I was never meant to witness.
I turned away without another word, one hand flying to my mouth as I hurried toward the restroom.
The nausea finally won.
I gripped the edge of the sink and retched violently, my shoulders shaking as tears spilled down my face. My wolf whimpered inside me, distressed and restless.
Then the door slammed open behind me.
Ronan stepped inside.
He frowned slightly, lowering his voice as if we were sharing a secret. “Don’t take it the wrong way,” he said. “I was a bit harsh earlier because others were watching. I couldn’t show favoritism.”
He moved closer, reaching out as though to support me. “You shouldn’t have tripped Delilah, but I know you didn’t mean any harm. You’re emotional right now—it happens.”
I said nothing.
“Go home,” he continued gently. “Rest. Don’t overexert yourself or upset the pup. I’ll return tonight and stay with you.”
I straightened slowly, wiping my mouth. When I met his eyes again, I forced my lips into a faint smile.
“Very well, Alpha Blackcliff,” I replied calmly.
His hand stopped midair.
I had never addressed him like that before.
I was always the one clinging to him, calling him Ronan, calling him my mate, my future husband. I used to hate formal titles between us. They felt like walls.
For a brief moment, uncertainty flickered across his face.
Then the sharp click of heels echoed outside the door. Another pack member entered the restroom.
Ronan reacted instantly.