From Human to Heiress: The Rise of the Wolf Princess

Calla's POV

“You knew I was pregnant?” My voice wavered as I stared at Felix, my heart pounding. Livi, my wolf, growled low in my mind, her agitation matching mine.

Felix’s expression didn’t change. “I knew the day I saved you.”

“What?” I took a step back, shaking my head. “How could you possibly know that?”

He sighed, the weight of his words evident. “After Alpha Garett and Luna Selina found out Hera wasn’t their daughter, they ordered me to find you. As Beta of Jacob’s pack, and your future husband, it was my duty. When I pulled you from the wreckage, you were unconscious—but before that, you were screaming. ‘My baby. No, my baby.’ That’s how I knew.”

I wrapped my arms around myself, the vulnerability of the moment making my skin crawl. “And you’ve known all this time?”

“Yes,” he admitted. “But if I told anyone, it would’ve put you—and your child—in danger. A human father’s bloodline mixed with royal werewolf lineage? They’d see it as a weakness, a threat. I thought it was your secret to tell, not mine.”

His words left me reeling, anger and gratitude warring within me. “Did you save me just because it was your duty or because you knew that I was your mate?”

His hesitation said everything. When he finally answered, his tone was flat. “Does it matter?”

I stepped closer, my voice shaking. “It matters to me.”

Instead of responding, Felix turned and walked away. “Calla, I can't...I can’t promise to help you,” he muttered before disappearing into the night.

I stood frozen, his words echoing in my mind. Was he protecting me, or had I misplaced my trust? That night, sleep was a distant memory.

The following morning, a loud knock shattered my restless haze.

“Get up,” Jacob’s voice growled through the door. “We’re seeing the pack doctor.”

Panic coiled in my stomach. What did he know?

The ride to the clinic was suffocating. Jacob’s jaw was tight, his golden eyes devoid of warmth. When the doctor finally entered the room, his nervous energy made my pulse race.

“Congratulations, Alpha,” the doctor said, his voice thin. “The Luna is pregnant.”

The air seemed to freeze. Jacob’s smirk vanished, replaced by an icy fury. “What did you just say?”

The doctor stammered. “She’s... she’s pregnant, Alpha.”

Jacob’s expression darkened. “We haven’t—” His words halted as realization dawned, his eyes narrowing into slits.

“Jacob, I—” I started, but his glare silenced me.

“This child isn’t mine,” he snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Turning to the doctor, he spoke with a finality that made my stomach drop. “Get rid of it.”

“No!” I cried, horror slamming into me. “You can’t do this!”

Jacob ignored me, his attention to the guards flanking him. “Take her to the procedure room. Make sure it’s done.”