Aluna woke to the steady rhythm of his breathing.
For a moment, she did not move.
Arka’s arm was draped over her waist, heavy and warm, anchoring her against his chest. His presence surrounded her completely. Familiar. Possessive. Safe.
And yet, something inside her had changed.
She stared at the pale light filtering through the curtains, her thoughts drifting back to the question she had asked him last night.
Did you know I was pregnant?
He had answered no.
He had looked calm.
Convincing.
Perfect.
Too perfect.
Her fingers curled slightly against the bedsheet.
She tried to remember his exact expression. Every detail. Every micro hesitation.
She found none.
And that frightened her more than any lie ever could.
Because Arka did not need to lie if he could control what she beli
