Ruby’s POV 

News of my third pregnancy spread like wildfire throughout the Bloodmoon Pack. Everywhere I turned, there were whispers, smiles, and warm congratulations. The twins were the most excited of all. Those two adorable little balls of energy wouldn‘ t stop talking about how they would soon have a new playmate. 

And Mikael, oh, dear heavens, my loving yet utterly embarrassing husband. He took every chance to announce it to anyone willing to listen. 

“My beautiful wife is having another pup!” he declared during the morning meeting, standing tall with a proud grin. “I am the happiest man in the world!” 

The entire pack burst into laughter and cheers at their Beta’s antics. As a result, my face burned with embarrassment. I shot him a sharp look before marching over and tugging at his shirt. 

“Mikael Torrance, did you really have to yell that loud?” 

He leaned down, mischief dancing in his green eyes. “What? It’s the truth.” 

I let out an exasperated sigh, crossing my arms. “There was no need for a royal proclamation.” 

“You’re adorable when you scold me.” 

Mikael chuckled, pulling me into his arms despite my continued scolding. Pregnancy came with many surprises. Not only did my body feel heavier, but gifts also poured in from Mikael’s colleagues and friends. It felt strange being showered with presents even before giving birth. 

Sitting on our bed, I unwrapped them one by one, Mikael beside me with his arm lazily draped over my shoulders. 

“This is too much,” I murmured, unfolding a soft, handwoven blanket. “I’m only three weeks along.” 

A smirk formed on Mikael’s lips. “They love you, Rosalyn. Besides, this little pup is already the pack’s favorite.” 

“That’s all thanks to their father, who keeps running a campaign for his baby,” I quipped. 

He scratched his head despite it not itching with a sheepish grin. He had been like this when I was pregnant with the twins too. I should have been used to it by now. But Mikael had so many peculiar quirks that he still managed to surprise me. 

I pulled out a tiny onesie embroidered with the pack’s emblem and held it up. “Did Luna of the Raven Pack really send this?” 

Mikael nodded with a pout. “Yep. She said it’s to make sure the baby knows its roots.” 

Noticing the shift in his tone and expression, I narrowed my eyes and leaned toward him. 

“You don’t seem to like that woman. Why?” I shot him the question. 

“Nobody likes her. She’s got a terrible attitude.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “She also insulted you right in front of me. I wasn’t having any of that, so well, let’s just say things escalated.” 

I stifled a laugh, amused by his usual way of handling things. 

“Alright, no need to dwell on it. We’ll take the gift and ignore the giver.” 

A carefree laugh slipped from my lips. Mikael had his own way of dealing with problems, so I was grateful he had stood up for me. I turned my attention back to the gifts in front of us. Among them were handcrafted wooden toys, soft baby shoes, and a set of luxurious furs meant for our child’s bedding. The generosity overwhelmed me. I deeply appreciated their sincerity, though I also felt the urge to give back in kind. 

Usually, it was accompanied by social gatherings my least favorite thing. 

Ink–like darkness bled into the once–clear sky as night settled in, and an odd craving surfaced. I couldn’t suppress it; my mouth was already watering at the thought of that food. 

“Mikael,” I murmured, nudging his side as we lay in bed. He groaned, half–asleep, in response. 

“Mmm?” 

“I want cup noodles with a boiled egg.” 

His eyes slowly cracked open. “Right now?” 

I nodded, feigning innocence. With a long sigh, he dragged himself out of bed and disappeared into the kitchen. 

A few minutes later, he returned with two steari something changed I suddenly wasn’t hungry 

nt of me. But just as I took my first bite, 

Successfully unlocked! 

Mikael, noticing this, raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you…” 

I grinned sheepishly, pushing the bowl toward him with an apologetic smile. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Chapter 118: I Choose You, Beta 

He groaned and, without another word, accepted his fate, now stuck with two portions. I stifled a laugh as he ate with exaggerated misery, slurping the noodles like a defeated man. I knew my husband’s habits. One of them was that he absolutely hated wasting food. 

“You’re terrible,” he rumbled between bites. “I’m going to be bloated with noodles” 

I leaned against him and kissed his cheek. “You’re my beloved green flag. Just finish up, and we’ll go back to beg 

After my craving was satisfied, Mikael coaxed me back into bed. I curled up in his warmth, my fingers clutching he shes tossed and turned, searching for a comfortable position, but it was no use 

“Another nightmare?” he asked softly. 

I shook my head. “I just can’t sleep, mate. It’s frustrating.” 

“Tomorrow, I’ll call the healer. You probably need some medicine, especially a sleeping potion. Look at those dark circles, love.” 

His arms tightened around me. A comfortable silence stretched between us until Mikael spoke again. 

“Are you still thinking about your past life?” 

The question caught me off guard. I turned to face him, meeting his gaze. Emerald meeting amber. There was no point in lying, and I hated doing so to the man I loved. 

“Yes. But please, Mikael, keep this a secret. I don’t want the past to repeat itself.” 

He exhaled, his hand gently caressing my cheek. For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the weight he canted. “I’m afraid you’ll want to go back.” 

I shook my head firmly, placing my hand over his heart. 

“I have you, the twins, and this little one. Why would I ever leave?” 

“I’m glad you answered honestly,” he murmured, his anxiety now gone. 

“My heart is right in front of you, Mikael. Take it and love it.” 

His lips met mine in a sacred kiss as if sealing the truth of my words. I melted into him, his touch both sensual and tender Wrapped in his embrace, I finally allowed sleep to take me, knowing I was safe in his arms. 

“I already took it long ago, Rosalyn Torrance.”