The room was dimly lit, casting a soft glow on the ornate furnishings where pregnant Rhea lay, her face pale and tired. Alpha Elijah, with worry etched on his face, sat beside her, gently caressing her small baby bump.
As he tenderly rubbed her belly, he whispered soothing words. "You're doing great, my love," he murmured, his voice filled with love and concern. "Our little one is growing stronger every day."
She turned her head toward him, a weak smile forming on her lips. "I miss them," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Xavier and Archie... Are they okay?"
He nodded, his eyes filled with reassurance. "They're safe, my dear. They're well protected, and they ask about you every day. They can't wait to meet their baby brother or sister."
She let out a sigh of relief and longing.
