Reba’s POV
3 m
Dr. Winters pulled up an ultrasound image that made my breath <b>catch</b>. The baby was perfectly formed, unmistakably a boy, <b>and </b>so much more developed than he should be at this stage.
“He’s beautiful.” I whispered, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. Dominic squeezed my shoulder, and through our hand, I felt a wave of emotion so powerful it nearly overwhelmed <b>me </b>pride, <b>love</b>, and fierce protectiveness all rolled <b>into </b>one.
Dr. Winters continued her assessment. “I rmend we continue the weekly blood transfusions. They seem to be stabilizing the fusion process between the two gic structures. Without them, there’s a risk of rejection orplications we can’t predict.”
**Whatever she needs, Dominic said firmly. <b>“</b>We’ll continue the treatments as <b>long </b>
e as necessary.”
dering what I was bing – this hybrid creature, neither one thing nor the other.
1 nodded in agreement, though I couldn’t
n’t help wondering
“Dominic,” I said, watching Dominic check his watch with a furrowed brow. “you’re the CEO of a multinational corporation. You can’t keep rearranging your schedule for every doctor’s appointment.”
“This isn’t just any appointment,” he countered, his blue eyes darkening with concern. “Dr. Winters just confirmed you’re undergoing gic transformation.<b>” </b>
I couldn’t help smiling at <b>his </b>protectiveness. Over the past months, I’d learned that beneath hisposed business exterior beat the heart of a wolf who would move mountains to protect what he considered his. It was both endearing and asionally frustrating.
“And what about next week’s appointment? And the week after that? This is our new normal, at least for now.” I stepped closer, straightening his tie with practiced ease. “Besides, you need to raise funds to pay for our wedding, remember?”
The
joke lightened his expression, pulling a reluctant smile from him. We both knew money was no object for a Sterling wedding, but I <b>wanted </b>to ease his concern.
*Emily will stay with you,” hepromised, ncing toward the Delta who stood at a <b>respectful </b>distance. “And Raymond will bring the car around <b>whenever </b>you’re ready to <b>leave</b>.”
I rolled my eyes hut maintained my smile. “I’ll be fine. Dr. Winters said everything is progressing normally–well, normally for our unusual situation.” I reached up to touch his face, my thumb stroking along his jawline. “Go to your meeting. I’ll <b>see </b><b>you </b>at hometer,”
He caught my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm, inhaling deeply in <b>that </b>distinctly wolf–like gesture <b>that </b>had once seemed strange but now felt natural. “Call me if anything changes. Anything at all.”
“I promise,” I assured him, rising on my
my toes to kiss him properly.
Dominic’s POV
The Sterling Group’s conference room overlooked the city skyline, floor–to–ceiling windows offering a panoramic view that normally helped me focus. Today, however, my attention kept drifting back to Reba
12:47 Sat, <b>Sep </b><b>27 </b>
I watched <b>as </b>ke, the American representative for Nakamura Industries, was escorted into the room by my asistant. The moment he entered, I caught the acrid scent of anxiety rolling off im In waves. Though he maintained a professional smile, his bodynguage betrayed his difort the slight dampness at his cor, the way his fingers tightened around his leather portfolio, the barely perceptible tremor in his right hand as he ced his materials on the conference table,
“Mr. Sterling,” he greeted, his voice steady despite his obvious tension. “Thank you for making time for this meeting on such short notice:
I gestured to the chair across from me. “Of course. Nakamura has been a valued partner.”
ke took his seat, arranging his documents with precision that seemed more about buying time than organization. I deliberately remained silent, letting the pause stretch. It was a tactle I’d learned early in businessfortable silence often revealed more than direct questioning.
“We’ve had some, ah, developments at Nakamura that I need to discuss with you,” ke finally <b>said</b>, his fingers drumming once on the portfolio before he caught himself and stopped the nervous gesture.
I nodded, my expression neutral. “I’m listening.”
ke cleared his throat, ncing down at his notes though I suspected he didn’t need them. “As you know, our quarterly review of partnerships is approaching, and there have been some concerns raised by the board regarding our ongoing rtionship with Sterling Group,
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