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.

whiff of his perfume, a fragrant and masculine scent that enveloped her. His expression seemed troubled, a silent turmoil evident in his eyes as if internal questions were swirling within him. The unspoken realization of hereditary allergies lingered in the

unspoken truth hanging heavily between them. The proximity intensified the swirling emotions, leaving them both

voice

grow out of it. It’s one of the most common allergies after all, she continued, adding a light laugh to suppress the tension that lingered

sense his. thoughts at that moment from his demeanor, the unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a

common.

them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed, his eyes filled with love and worry. He stroked

fine. It isn’t the first time, she said

faces. He gave a small smille when Daisy

sleep. Chuckling lightly, he said, “She’s probably dreaming about treats.” Knowing Daisy, it was

a

have to wake them up later to have their

eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran through Liam’s

He straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred, murmured in her

be dreaming about treats. Knowing

settling onto the edge of

aware of the need for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb Daisy’s slumber, prompting

Ethan’s expression softened with genuine concern. “How have you been, Hazel? Coping with Daisy and everything else?” His eyes held

next to him on

mean, how have you been holding