Alpha’s Regret Pregnant Rejected Luna

Chapter 72

“Hazel,” Ethan called, his voice cutting through the air, halting her mid–step. The corridor seemed to narrow as his concerned eyes locked onto hers.

“What allergy does Liam have?” he asked, his brows furrowing in a mix of worry and curiosity.

soy

“Soy,” she replied lightly, almost too casually. A sudden regret engulfed her as she realized the implications of her choice of words. Why did she mention soy? Ethan had battled. allergy in his own childhood, and now, the revelation hung in the air like an unspoken connection.

She froze, biting her l*p anxiously. Act oblivious, Hazel, she instructed herself, but the unspoken truth lingered in the atmosphere, a subtle tension between them.

Attempting to regain composure, Hazel cleared her throat and questioned, “Why?” Her eyes met Ethan’s, searching for any sign of recognition or realization.

Ethan’s gaze intensified as he stared at her, his eyes penetrating. “I had soy allergies as a child too,” he revealed, the gravity of his words sinking in. The air grew thicker with tension “Oh, no way. Really?” Hazel asked, attempting to sound casual. She avoided his piercing gaze, focusing on the task of unlocking the door, her hands fumbling nervously in the

process.

“Hazel,” he called, his voice drawing her back. Closing the distance between them with a step forward, he entered her personal space.

in his eyes as if internal questions were swirling within him. The unspoken realization of hereditary allergies lingered in the air, creating a palpable tension. Why else would Liam

labored, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily between

Don’t worry,” she reassured him, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she

It’s one of the most common allergies

Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a shared genetic connection. She breathed a sigh of relief, Ethan seemed convinced;

common.

the two of them; she would have to wake them

be fine. It isn’t the first time, she said with a chuckle, trying to make it sound

at their sleeping faces. He gave a small smille when

he said, “She’s probably dreaming about

greeted by a

she’d have to wake them up later to have their

blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran through

straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred, murmured in her sleep and chewed. A soft chuckle escaped

dreaming about treats. Knowing Daisy, it was

the company today,‘ Ethan remarked casually, settling onto the edge

responded in a hushed whisper, acutely aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb

you been, Hazel? Coping with

seat next to

you been holding up?” He asked