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.

was very close. Hazel caught a 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 air, creating a palpable tension.

the unspoken truth hanging heavily between them. The

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

the most common allergies after all, she continued,

thought that Soy allergy didn’t necessarily imply

common.

two of them; she would have to wake

It isn’t the first time, she said with a

at their sleeping faces. He gave a

probably dreaming about

the ward. They were greeted by a hushed

kids sighed; she’d have

exhaled audibly, his eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers ran through Liam’s hair, a tender touch laden

time,” Hazel remarked. He straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his l*ps as Daisy stirred,

be dreaming about treats. Knowing

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

for discretion. Their conversation, however, appeared to disturb Daisy’s slumber, prompting

with genuine concern. “How have you been, Hazel? Coping with

taking a seat next to

how have you been holding up?” He asked