Chapter 12 Human-Werewolf child

“What am I going to do now?” I muttered, pacing left and right in my room.

My life, already a tangled mess weaving between Richard and Noel, had just taken a nosedive into the pit of the unknown.

A werewolf baby.

Was that even possible? And how in the world did I, a decidedly average human, end up carrying one? What would happen to me?

“Come on, Adel, think something,” I mumbled, biting my thumb.

For years, I had longed for a child with Richard, dreaming of the joy and fulfillment that parenthood would bring. But now that the reality of my pregnancy had set in, I found myself consumed not by elation, but by fear and apprehension.

Noel was not a normal werewolf. He was powerful, the Alpha of his pack. And I was a mere weak human. What would this child be? Strong and fierce like Noel? Or would the baby inherit some semblance of my human fragility?

Fear of uncertainty loomed over me. I thought I would research human-wolf children. I sat with my laptop and went into the werewolf-human for