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!"

tooth and nail if he dared to challenge her for

unexpected response threw her off.

short, realizing the implication in Alaric's words. Surprised and somewhat excited, she looked at

really think I'd judge you for having kid-like sheets, so much so that

heart, momentarily calmed

What was Alaric implying?

of her having

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had braced herself for a showdown with Alaric, only to realize he had no clue about her secret child

raced yet again, cautiously aligning with his assumption. "Yes, that's my secret! Here I am, thirty years old, worried about being mocked for liking something a three-year-old would, especially by you.' "Why especially by me?" Alaric pressed, his eyes sparkling with an

about his opinion because

it because I hold a special place in your

wall with no escape, she stared at Alaric, flustered. "Special? No, it's because

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