Alexander' S POV
Recently, my mind has been in turmoil. My wolf, Fenrir, keeps growling restlessly whenever I remember feeling that kick in Bella's tummy. The sensation haunts me, replaying in my palm like a persistent echo. It's a constant reminder that I'm going to be a father soon - father to a pup I'm not sure I want. A she-wolf I have conflicting feelings about is carrying my heir, and I feel completely trapped in this situation.
Fenrir growled uneasily in my mind. "This pup... it doesn't feel right, Alexander. Something's off.I also don’t believe taking Bella as our chosen mate was the right decision."
I didn’t know how to respond to Fenrir. He had always stood by me, supported me, respected my decisions—but this time, his direct opposition only left me more adrift.
I had thought
