Hazel POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
The hospital lights were too bright, the beeping machines too loud. Lucas lay in the bed with bandages around his ribs and stitches on his lip. Mom sat beside him, holding his hand, her cheek swollen and purple. I stayed curled up in the plastic chair, one hand protectively over my belly, the other clenched into a fist.
By morning, the doctor said Lucas would be okay, but he needed rest. No more work for at least two weeks. The police had come and gone — another “random home invasion,” they called it. I didn’t correct them. What could I say? Your Alpha King’s fiancée is trying to destroy my family?
No one would believe me.
But I knew the truth.
As soon as visiting hours started, I left the hospital. My hands were still shaking as I took the bus to
