Celeste's POV
The surveillance photos scattered across my hotel bed like proof of a crime.
Because that's exactly what they were.
My private agent had outdone himself. Dozens of pictures showing Darius visiting the same cottage night after night. Pictures of him talking closely with a dark-haired girl. Photos of them kissing like their lives depended on it.
But it was the final picture that made my hands shake with rage.
Darius, caught leaving a drugstore in the human town. In his hand, a small bag that my improved werewolf vision could read clearly through the thin plastic.
Prenatal vitamins.
"Impossible," I breathed, but even as I said it, I knew it was true.
The little omega was pregnant. With Darius's child.
I swept the photos off the bed and began pacing my room like a caged animal. Three months of careful planning, three years of building the perfect political union, and some nobody orphan had destroyed it all by spreading her legs for my fiancé.
