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Chapter 7 Third-person POV A rhythmic throbbing began at George's temples, the sound of his world starting to crack. He knew his parents spoiled Finley far too much, promising him anything and everything without restraint. One day, Finley would need to accept that Margaret was his biological mother, yet Imogen seemed determined to paint Margaret as the villain in every situation. But tonight's warm, celebratory atmosphere left George no room to correct them. He couldn't dampen the mood or end the gathering early. Even though Margaret was likely still at home waiting for him and Finley.

He told himself that if needed, he would make it up to her tomorrow with a proper dinner, one that belonged to her alone. George stayed with the elders and Finley, offering polite smiles. But his hand drifted to his phone again and again. It was already nine o'clock. More than an hour had passed since Margaret hung up. She hadn't called. She hadn't sent a message. No reminders. No impatience. The silence unsettled him. Was she eating dinner alone? Or still waiting for them to come home, so they could eat as a family? Meanwhile, the members of Bluebell Pack were intoxicated by their own joy.

George, however, grew increasingly irritable, and his wolf was calling out from deep within, reaching for Margaret's wolf. But Margaret's wolf didn't respond. Concern tugged at him. He unlocked his phone, intending to call her and tell her not to wait. Before he could dial, a soft retching sound came from nearby. Isla. The hall fell silent instantly. Everyone turned toward her. Dozens of curious, heated gazes landed on Isla, making her cheeks flush pink with embarrassment. Imogen's eyes sparkled with hope. "Isla... dear, could it be...

another surprise in your belly?" George's head snapped toward Isla. Her startled expression, the hesitation, the way she bit her lip, all hinted that Imogen might be right. Imogen stepped forward, pressing gently. "My child, you're killing us with suspense. Just say it. You and George have already completed the mate bond-you're now the rightful Luna of Bluebell Pack." "Having a pup is the most natural, wonderful thing. Why be shy?" The elders chimed in, comforting, encouraging. "Finley is George's only child so far. Bringing another pup into the Alpha line is a blessing.

We need a Luna like you, Isla." With the elders' warm approval, a flicker of excitement brightened Isla's eyes. She shot George a shy glance and finally whispered. "I... I think I'm pregnant. Only about a month, so it's still unstable." Joy erupted instantly. Elders smiled. Pack members applauded. Imogen nearly cried with happiness. But George was the only one who felt like lightning had struck him. He yanked Isla up from the sofa, voice harsh and disbelieving. "What did you just say?! How is that even possible?!" Isla winced in pain from his grip. "George...

you're hurting me..." She lifted her gaze, ready to act pitiful, but froze when she saw a primal, lethal darkness swirled in his pupils. George snapped out of it and released her, though his voice remained cold. "How dare you make such claims? What if Margaret misunderstands? Do you know how hard it will be to explain?" Isla wilted, stepping back to stand beside Imogen. Her voice trembled with wounded dignity. "George... I didn't lie. You forgot? One month ago... the presidential suite downtown... you were drunk..." The entire hall fell silent. Color drained from George's face.

His words stumbled. "I told you to take the pill. You... you lied to me?" That night's memory came flooding back. Bluebell Pack's subsidiary company had successfully launched, and George had been in a good mood. His friends pushed drink after drink into his hand. He had been drunk, drunk enough to mistake Isla for Margaret. It had lasted only one night. But he regretted it the moment he woke up. He watched her take the pill with his own eyes, or so he believed. Yet she still ended up pregnant. Chapter 7 5.04% Margaret already resented the fake mate bond with Isla for Finley's sake.

If she learned about this "accident," she would never forgive him. George rubbed his forehead, voice low and grim. "If this was an accident, then go take care of it tomorrow." Isla swayed, nearly collapsing. Chapter 7 5.04% Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a flair for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes.

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