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After Arabella’s tears subsided, Sandro guided her to the sofa, offering a cup of water. He watched as she drank slowly, only finishing half the glass instead of the whole cup he expected.

Placing her hands in front of her, she sighed and looked up at him. “Will you stand watching me all day?” she asked.

“I need to know you’re not planning anything drastic. I don’t know if you have a knife on you,” he explained, scanning the room and spotting a knife on the vanity table. He took it, slipping it into his pocket.

“I don’t know your next move. Perhaps you want to hang yourself, which would be easier for you since I am barely in this room.”

“I tried that, but I couldn’t go through with it,” Arabella replied.

Sandro scowled, a vein ticking in his jaw. “Why do you make this hard for me?”

“What?” she asked.

“I am trying my best to help you, Arabella, but all I can see right now is…”

“I never asked for your help in the first place!” she snapped, jumping to her feet.

“Would you prefer I watch you kill yourself slowly? Do you think Blaze would have wanted that if he were alive?”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I can never be receptive toward you, Sandro. You are my enemy, my worst nightmare, and I don’t think anything would ever make us come together.”

“We have two children on the way, Bella,” Sandro said. “Setting our differences aside will go a long way for both of us, for their sake, as we need each other more than ever.”

“I haven’t agreed the children are yours,” Arabella replied, folding her arms.

She was going to make it difficult for him, much as he had done the same to her.

“I know they are mine. I was with you the longest; you should know that. We can do a DNA test for you to confirm that, and I am willing to forgive all that your father did to me to start over again with you.” He stepped towards her, and she took a step backward.

“I am not willing to forgive you for all the pain you caused me, Sandro. It’s not something that can easily be forgotten, and I don’t intend to,” Arabella asserted.

Sandro nodded. “I’m not surprised.”

“Good,” Arabella said.

Sandro strode to the door, halting by it and touching the doorknob. “You should get ready; a doctor is coming to check you.”

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“You are carrying my child and going to be my Luna soon!” he growled. “I don’t like this, just like you don’t, but I don’t have a choice, Bella. You don’t have a choice.”

Sandro continued, “I am going to step out of the door and return with the doctor. It’s best you decide if you are killing yourself now or not because after his check is run on you and I get the result of what I desire, you are stuck with me for life.”

He stepped out of the room, not allowing her to respond.

“Who does he think he is?” she snorted.

She didn’t know how the conversation about Blaze had transitioned into him wanting to make her his Luna. She sat on the chair, groaning as she felt a pang in her stomach.

Opening the lid of the tray, she gasped, pinching her nose as the aroma from the food drifted into it.

“Why doesn’t he know what I like?” she glared at the food. Two times now, he had brought the same grilled pork along with some toast and pancakes. But the sight and smell of the pork often made her nauseous, and he didn’t learn from the first time.

Perhaps if she had told him, he would have known her preference. Yet again, she believed it was something that should be easy.

She rubbed her hand on her stomach, her head resting on the headrest of the couch. She shot up after a few seconds of attempting to will the hunger away. She needed to eat and fast.

Walking out of the room, she bumped into Annalise. Arabella raised a brow. “Do you need something?”

“The alpha said I should ask what your preference is. He feels you might not like the food I brought earlier as you never touched it,” Annalise said, stepping into the room as Arabella led the way.

Sandro wasn’t as thoughtless as she thought him to be. He was going through the same thing as her, yet he kept thinking about her well-being. She wondered if it were all a scheme for her to agree with him, but she wasn’t going to succumb. She might be under his custody and unable to leave, but she wasn’t going to give in to him.

Arabella found something better to eat after listing all that she preferred and craved for Annalise, who got them ready in no time.

Just as she was having the last bite of the strawberry in her hand, Sandro stepped into the room with Mrs. Mabel! Arabella’s eyes widened.

She had assumed the only people who returned to Cooan were the ones who resided here before getting transported to Ascotan. But then again, Orga and the other Phoenixes had returned with her, so it was only reasonable that Mrs. Mabel did as well since she was the doctor in Sandro’s pack.

“It’s good to see you again, Miss,” Mrs. Mabel said, flashing her a wide smile.

“Please call me Arabella. How have you been?” Arabella asked.

“Great, Arabella. I am happy to work with the alpha again,” she said, then turned to Sandro, who was watching the exchange.

“I’ll get what I came to do over with,” Mrs. Mabel set the box with her on the nightstand.

“And what exactly is that?” Arabella questioned, her eyes traveling from the sheepish smile on Mrs. Mabel’s face to Sandro, whose expression held no amusement.

“Just a general checkup and some blood tests, which I will be needing for DNA, which I don’t think is necessary. Is it?” She tilted a brow.

“It isn’t,” I nodded, agreeing with her.

“It is,” Sandro said.

“She’s carrying your children, Alpha,” Mrs. Mabel said.

“I wouldn’t trust everything that comes out of her mouth if I were you,” Sandro replied, leaving the doorpost to sit on the bed.

Arabella snorted, “Now I am the liar.”

Sandro shrugged, “You never told me the paternity of the kids, and even though I have my guesses, which I believe are right, I don’t want to take a chance of fathering some demons.”

“You’re a jerk,” Arabella let out.

“I am not denying not to be.” Sandro glanced at Mrs. Mabel. “Kindly go on.”

Silence ensued as Mrs. Mabel ran her check on Arabella, and when she was done, a frown formed on her face.

“Is it something terrible?” Arabella asked.

“Not exactly if you act on it. You are anemic; this can cause severe complications, and…”

“What does she need to do?” Sandro cut her off.

“By taking an iron-rich diet, iron supplements, some vitamin supplements as well. I believe these are the essential ones she needed,” Mrs. Mabel said, then added, “I believe you can take care of that, Alpha.”

Sandro gazed pointedly at Arabella. “I’ll take it from here.”

When Mrs. Mabel was done, she left, and Sandro turned to Arabella.

“Do I need to shove food down your throat now, or would you stop starving yourself?” he asked.

“I wasn’t doing that on purpose. I was nauseous,” she said.

“Of course, you are nauseous. I know that. But you refused to eat some food on purpose. There’s nothing wrong if you pick out what makes you nauseated or request another food. What is wrong is you eating nothing, and I am not fine with that.”

Arabella rolled her eyes, standing from the bed. She pointed to the tray with crumbs on the table. “I just had a decent meal. You don’t need to worry.”

“You need more,” Sandro stepped towards the door.

“What?” Arabella scowled, but Sandro already left before she could protest.