“She is not as far away as you think.” Martha's words hung in the air, heavy with weight. Xavier's eyes narrowed, his grip on his jacket tightening. "What do you mean, Martha? You know where Della is?"
Martha nodded, “She's been living in a small town at a cafe where she was working."
Xavier's face darkened, his anger simmering just below the surface. "And what's she doing there?"
Martha's gaze dropped, her voice barely above a whisper. "She's pregnant, Xavier."
The air seemed to vibrate with the weight of Martha's words. Xavier's expression didn't change.
"Pregnant?" Xavier repeated, his voice low and deadly.
Martha nodded again. "Yes, Alpha. She's carrying your child."
Xavier's eyes locked onto Martha, his gaze burning with intensity. "How did you know?" he growled.
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