Alaric's sudden appearance at her doorstep, barging into her bedroom of all places, caught her completely off guard.

Her bed, always shared with her kids, was adorned with cartoon-themed sheets that screamed childhood innocence. It was a no-brainer for anyone walking in to realize kids lived there.

Back when she pretended to be Spencer's wife, she could spin tales with ease. But now that Alaric knew the truth about her and Spencer-that she was indeed single-it was clear as day to him that kids were part of the equation.

Her heart raced, panic setting in. Facing Alaric's interrogation, she initially fumbled for words, unsure how to explain her situation.

But then, she steeled herself.

Taking a deep breath, she calmed down, lifted her chin, and met Alaric's gaze with a defiant stance. "Yes, this is my secret, Alaric. Don't think just because you're the Falconer family's golden boy, you can do whatever you please!"

ready to fight tooth and nail if he dared

follow the rules. Why hide this?" Alaric's unexpected response threw her

being unpredictable?" She began to retort but stopped short, realizing the implication in Alaric's words.

Did you really think I'd judge you for having kid-like sheets,

Alaric loomed closer, her heart, momentarily calmed by her own resignation,

What was Alaric implying?

conclusion of her having kids but

PLAY YOUR

to realize he had no clue about her secret child

assumption. "Yes, that's my secret! Here I am, thirty years old, worried about being mocked for liking something a three-year-old

she concerned about his opinion

I hold a special place in

against the wall with no escape, she stared at Alaric, flustered. "Special?

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