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.

a silent turmoil evident in his eyes as if internal questions

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

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

most common allergies after

that Soy allergy 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 related, it

common.

had fallen asleep. Sighing, Hazel looked at the two of them; she would have to wake them up later for dinner. Ethan stood over Liam, then sighed, his eyes filled with love

first time, she said with

at their sleeping faces. He gave

lightly, he said, “She’s probably dreaming about treats.”

ward. They were greeted by a hushed atmosphere. Daisy had fallen asleep,

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

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

the first time,” Hazel remarked. He 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

treats. Knowing Daisy,

remarked casually, settling onto the edge of

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

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

sighed, taking a seat next to him

you been holding up?” He asked