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Who was I kidding? Of course, my parent’s would try to take my child away. They were the kind of coldhearted and narcissistic people that would believe they were entitled to the child.

“What’s all the shouting about?” Roman asked sleepily as he appeared in the doorway, clearly having been woken from a nap.

“Hazel’s parents are suing for custody of the baby,” Cormac explained over my head.

My body started to tremble as I thought about what this would mean. I wouldn’t have wished my upbringing on my worst enemy, let alone my sweet, innocent child.

Roman stalked forward, snatched the papers out of Seb’s hand and started reading. His facial expressions ricocheted between shock and unadulterated rage, any trace of sleep long gone.

“What bullshit is this?” he roared.

Deep down, I knew he wasn’t angry at me, but the loud growl of an alpha made my body tremble even more. Cormac rubbed his hand along my back, soothing me.

“They’re going to try and take my baby?” I asked in a watery voice.

Roman shook his head. “There’s no way in hell we’re going to let that happen.”

“They have money and connections; they can make it happen.” I sobbed. My hands trailed down to my belly, protectively cradling my bump.

“We have more money and more connections. I’m going to message the family lawyer, and we’ll go see him as soon as possible, okay?” Roman gently cupped my cheek. Sandwiched between him and Cormac, I did my best to control my breathing.

“Why would they even want my baby? Surely, they realize with an omega mother and alpha fathers, the baby is most likely going to be either an alpha or omega. It’s not going to be a beta.”

Seb grimaced. “The idiots probably think it’s a chance to redo raising you.”

“They can’t force my child to be the perfect little monogamous beta they never had!”

“And we won’t let them,” Cormac soothed, his hand still making circles across my back.

Roman took a step back, pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to make a call.”

“The lawyer?” Cormac asked.

Roman shot a grin my way before speaking. “My mother.”

Chapter 40

Roman

Ididn’t consider myself a petty or vindictive man, but I wanted nothing more than to hurt Hazel’s parents.

Who were these dumbfucks who thought they could take my child from me?

My phone call with my mother was brief. I had given her a quick rundown on the situation, and we’d agreed to meet first thing in the morning. She had sounded livid on the phone, so I was slightly reassured that she would help.

We had all piled into the nest for the night, but Hazel had hardly slept. On the few occasions she did fall into a fitful sleep, nightmares quickly woke her. By the time morning came around, she was groggy and had dark circles under her eyes.

While the others got up and prepared to go to class, I made Hazel some breakfast that she hardly touched, claiming she was too anxious to eat anything.

The drive to my house was silent, other than Hazel briefly fiddling with the radio.

“I’ll keep you and our baby safe,” I told her as we pulled into the drive, my hand reaching out to gently touch her bump. “I promise. Even if we have to move to a far away country, your parents aren’t going to get their hands on our child, okay?”

She nodded, not meeting my eyes. I took her hand in mine, and we walked together up the stairs and into the house.

My mother had clearly been waiting for us. Dressed casually in leggings and a sweatshirt, she met us at the door. Without even bothering to greet me, she pulled Hazel into a hug.

“Hazel! My darling, I’m so sorry this is happening. We’ll take care of it, I promise,” she said, pulling back but holding on to Hazel’s upper arms as she looked her over. “Have you eaten? You look pale.”

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