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Criseda's POV The morning light crept through the curtains, softly illuminating the room, but I remained still, unwilling to move. The weight of last night pressed down on me, though it was a pressure I welcomed with triumph rather than regret. Slowly, I stirred, my muscles stretching as I carefully examined the scene I had so meticulously crafted. Alpha Kael lay beside me, deep in sleep. His bare chest rose and fell steadily, a sight that would have enchanted me if this were a different circumstance—if love or affection were part of the equation. But none of that mattered to me. What mattered was the future I had set in motion. The child inside me would now have a father, a powerful one. All I needed was for him to believe the story I had woven. I moved gently, as not to disturb him,