My eyes fluttered open to unfamiliar surroundings. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm glow across the most luxurious bedroom I'd ever seen. The massive four-poster bed felt like sleeping on a cloud, with silky sheets that probably cost more than my monthly rent.
For a moment, I forgot everything—where I was, how I got here, what had happened. Then it all came flooding back: the clinic, Kaelen Thorne, werewolves, my baby, the contract, fainting in his office...
I sat bolt upright, my hand flying to my belly protectively. "My baby," I whispered, the reality of my situation hitting me like a freight train.
A wave of nausea suddenly rolled through me. Morning sickness—something I'd been eagerly anticipating as a sign of my pregnancy, but now felt like a cruel reminder of my predicament. I scrambled out of the enormous bed and desperately looked around for a bathroom.
