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.

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 else would Liam share the same allergy as

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

worry,” she reassured him, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she hoped

common allergies after all, she continued,

didn’t necessarily imply a shared genetic connection. She breathed a sigh of relief, Ethan seemed convinced; similar allergy didn’t actually mean they were

common.

two of them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood

she said

their sleeping faces. He gave a small smille when Daisy muntered

probably dreaming about treats.” Knowing Daisy, it was

greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy had

looking at her two sleeping kids sighed; she’d have

eyes a blend of affection and concern. His gentle fingers

remarked. He straightened up gazing at the two sleeping children. A faint smile played on his

Knowing Daisy, it was actually

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

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

expression softened with genuine concern. “How have you been, Hazel? Coping with Daisy and everything else?” His eyes held a mixture of empathy and a yearning for

a seat next to him on Daisy’s

mean, how have you been holding up?” He asked geniuely