Kamrynn's POV
A month had passed, and Rmonica was steadfast in her appointments with the gynaecologist. Watching her dedication gave me hope, though I tried not to say too much. Still, the dreams kept coming-those strange, vivid visions that lingered long after I woke up.
Last night's dream had been particularly strong. I saw Rmonica standing in a field of golden wheat, the harvest so bountiful that it shimmered under the sunlight. Her laughter echoed, bright and full of joy, as she gathered the grain into her arms. The scene shifted, and I watched her open a massive gift box, her face lighting up with pure happiness as she unveiled its contents-though I couldn't see what was inside. The emotions were overwhelming, and when I woke, my chest felt warm, like the dream had left a tangible blessing.
The morning of Rmonica's hospital visit arrived. I was sipping a cup of chamomile tea, trying to soothe my nerves, when Rmonica entered the dining hall. She looked radiant, her cheeks flushed and her step lighter than usual.
Something stirred deep within me. A whisper-soft but undeniable-rushed through my mind: She's pregnant.
I sat up, staring at her as if seeing her for the first time. It wasn't just her glow; it was like her entire being radiated life.
"Rmonica," I blurted before I could stop myself, "you're pregnant."
She paused, her hand hovering over the chair she was about to pull out. "Kamrynn," she said with a cautious smile, "I appreciate your optimism, but let's not get ahead of ourselves."
"No," I insisted, my voice firmer than I'd intended. "I can feel it. You're pregnant. I know it."
Her eyes softened as she sat down across from me. "You really believe that?"
"I do." The conviction in my voice startled even me.
Rmonica reached out, placing her hand on my swollen belly. "Then I'll take your words as a blessing," she said, smiling. "And a little bit of luck from your twins wouldn't hurt."
I laughed softly, resting my hand over hers. "They're more than happy to share."
The hours dragged after she left with the Alpha. Every second felt like an eternity as I paced my room, staring at the clock. When I finally heard her return, I practically flew to meet her.
"Kamrynn!" she called out, her voice trembling with joy.
I met her in the hall, and before I could say a word, she threw her arms around me. "I'm pregnant!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face. "Kamrynn, you were right!"
Laughter bubbled up from my chest as I hugged her tightly. "I told you!" I said, my own eyes misting. "I told you!"
The Alpha joined us, his face alight with pride and relief. "It's true," he confirmed, his voice steady but warm. "We're going to have a pup."
Rmonica pulled back from our embrace, her hands still clasping mine tightly. "Kamrynn, we have to celebrate," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of laughter and tears.
"What do you have in mind?" I asked, a grin spreading across my face as the joy of the moment truly sank in.
"Snacks," she said decisively, wiping her cheeks. "Lots of snacks. And something sweet-no, decadent-to mark this miracle."
Before long, we were in the kitchen, raiding the pantry and fridge like giddy teenagers. Plates piled high with cheese, fruit, crackers, and chocolate soon filled the table. Rmonica even managed to find a hidden stash of her favorite pastries.
"You're going to have to share those," I teased, eyeing the flaky, sugar-dusted tarts she guarded like treasure.
"Not a chance," she said with mock seriousness before relenting and passing me one.
We sat together, laughing and talking, letting the warmth of the moment wrap around us like a blanket. For the first time in what felt like ages, the weight of the past seemed to lift, replaced by the bright promise of the future.
"Do you realize," Rmonica said, her eyes sparkling as she popped a grape into her mouth, "that I might actually get to have the family I've always dreamed of?"
"You deserve every bit of it," I told her, my voice soft but firm.
She reached across the table to squeeze my hand. "And you're a big part of the reason why, Kamrynn. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Let's hope you never have to find out," I replied, grinning.
The day stretched on with more laughter and stories until exhaustion finally set in. I returned to my room, my body heavy with fatigue but my mind racing.
As I lay in bed, staring at the dim ceiling, my thoughts drifted to the dreams-those strange, vivid visions that had followed me since I arrived at the Blue Bell Pack. They weren't just coincidences. Time and again, they had come true, leading me to moments like today.
The certainty I'd felt about Rmonica's pregnancy was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. It wasn't just hope or intuition; it was an unshakable knowing. I couldn't deny it any longer.
"What's happening to me?" I murmured into the quiet room, my hands resting protectively over my growing belly.
The idea of having some strange power scared me, but it intrigued me too. Were the dreams the key to understanding it? Or was this all just a strange fluke?
I sighed, turning onto my side. "I need to test it," I whispered to myself. "I need to know if this is real or if I'm losing my mind."
The thought lingered as my eyes grew heavy, carrying me into a restless sleep filled with flickering images of moonlight and whispers of things yet to come.
The next day, I found myself in the kitchen with Tiona and a few other maids. I was too pregnant to be of any real help, but I sat on a stool, keeping them company as they worked.
"Are you ready for this?" Tiona teased, glancing at my belly as she peeled potatoes. "Twins, Kamrynn. That's a lot of diapers."
I laughed. "I'm not ready for anything. These two already have me wrapped around their tiny, imaginary fingers."
The others chuckled around me, and I leaned back, letting the lively atmosphere wash over me. But then, without warning, a cold wave of dread swept through me. It wasn't just unease; it was visceral, sharp, and all-consuming. My chest tightened, and my breath hitched as a strange pressure built in my head. It felt like ice crawling down my spine, freezing me in place.
My eyes shot to the cupboard above the sink, the sensation pulling me there like a magnet. Something was wrong.
"Move!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chatter like a whip.
The maid at the sink, Amara, paused mid-rinse, her head jerking up in confusion.
"Now! Get away from the sink!" I yelled again, my urgency startling everyone in the room.
Amara blinked at me, frozen, but my tone must have registered because she took an instinctive step back.
It happened in an instant-a large, gleaming knife fell from the open cupboard, slicing through the air before landing with a loud, jarring clang against the sink where Amara had been standing just seconds before.
The room fell into complete silence.