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.

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 air, creating a palpable tension. Why

faster and labored, the weight of the unspoken truth hanging heavily between them. The proximity intensified the swirling emotions, leaving them both

fine now. Don’t worry,” she reassured him, her voice

common allergies after all, she continued, adding

unburdening thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply a shared

common.

to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed,

said with a chuckle, trying to make it

staring at their sleeping faces. He gave a small smille when

“She’s probably dreaming about treats.” Knowing Daisy,

ward. They were greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy

her two sleeping kids sighed; she’d have to

by Liam’s bedside, he exhaled audibly, his eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle

It’s not the first time,” Hazel remarked. He straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on

dreaming about treats. Knowing

casually, settling onto the edge of Daisy’s bed, the soft creak

for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb Daisy’s slumber, prompting a subtle stirring as she shifted in her

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

next to him on Daisy’s

you been holding up?” He asked geniuely