Oops… I Went Into Heat and My Alpha Daddies Claimed Me

KEISHA’S POV

Lyra did not let me end the call easily. The moment she was satisfied that the babies were fine, she started asking questions about everything else, from the bruising on my back to the pain in my ankle and whether the doctor had given me any restrictions.

I answered as patiently as I could while Nadia and Vera waited nearby, although I could already tell from Lyra’s voice that she was still worried.

Lyra wasn’t going to magically develop wings and come to catch it just because she happened to be at the party. She didn’t find that particularly funny, but I could hear the relief beneath her frustration when I reminded her that both I and the babies were fine.

Eventually, after another round of warnings about resting properly and taking care of myself, we ended the call.

The journey back to the mansion was quiet and I spent most of it looking through the window, watching the familiar surroundings pass by while my mind returned to the previous night.

The doctor’s reassurance had taken away most of my fear about the babies, but it hadn’t answered the other questions sitting in my mind. Someone had warned me that something would happen at the party, and then something had happened. I didn’t know whether that made the person trustworthy or simply more frightening.

Anyone who knew enough to predict an attack could be someone trying to protect me, but they could also be someone who knew about the attack because they were connected to it. I kept turning the possibilities over until we finally reached the mansion.

I went straight to my room after we entered, wanting a few minutes alone before dealing with anything else. I opened the door and stopped almost immediately.

The raven was sitting on the windowsill and for several seconds, I didn’t move.

The curtains shifted around it as the breeze came through the slightly open window, but the bird itself remained perfectly still, its dark eyes fixed on me.

My first reaction wasn’t curiosity this time. It was fear. The last message had warned me that harm would come to me at the party, and that warning had turned out to be true. Now the same bird was sitting inside my room again as though it had been waiting for me to return from the clinic.

I slowly closed the door behind me. "You knew."

The raven tilted its head and I took another careful step toward it. "You knew something was going to happen last night, didn’t you? You knew I was going to be in danger, and you sent that message before it happened. So how did you know?"

The bird continued staring at me. "Who are you working for? Who sends you?"

Nothing.

I exhaled sharply, realizing how ridiculous I sounded talking to a bird, but the fact that it had delivered several letters to me made it difficult to treat the situation as ordinary. "If you’re trying to help me, then give me something useful. Tell me who is after me. Tell me who you are. Tell me how you know what’s happening around me."

The raven hopped once along the windowsill. Then it lowered its head. A small piece of paper was tied securely around its leg.

My attention immediately went to it and I approached slowly and removed the message, then watched as the raven stepped back. I unfolded the paper and read the short message written inside.

It wasn’t an answer like I hoped. Instead, it warned me that things were going to become more difficult from that point onward and promised that the sender would continue doing everything possible to help me.

I stared at the paper for several seconds before frustration replaced my fear. "You expect me to keep reading these?"

The raven blinked.

"You keep telling me that someone is coming after me, but you refuse to tell me who you are. You claim you’re helping me, yet you expect me to trust a stranger who hides behind a bird." I folded the paper between my fingers. "If you really want me to trust you, then tell me your name. Tell me who you are and why you care so much about what happens to me. If you refuse again, don’t bother sending another message because I won’t read it."

The raven remained still, and I found myself wondering whether the person behind it could somehow understand me through the bird. Eventually, I tied the message back around its leg and stepped toward the window. "Take that back to whoever sent you. Tell them I’m done accepting warnings from someone who refuses to show their face."

I opened the window wider and the raven spread its wings, but before it could fly away, a loud gasp came from behind me.

I turned in shock and saw that Nadia was standing in the doorway with her eyes fixed on the bird.

"What is that doing in here?" She looked around frantically before grabbing the nearest object she could find.

"Nadia, don’t." I immediately shouted.

"I’m getting it out."

"It’s leaving." I shook my head.

"That thing has been sitting in your room?" She raised the object as though she genuinely intended to throw it.

I caught her wrist before she could. "It’s the same raven from the party."

Her expression changed. "The same one?"

I nodded.

Nadia slowly lowered her hand, staring between me and the bird as if she had just realized that whatever she had thought was happening was far more serious than a random bird somehow finding its way into my room.

"It brought another letter." I told her quietly.

"What letter?"

I handed it to her. She read it once, then again, her expression becoming increasingly troubled. When she finished, she looked at me as though she expected me to explain something I didn’t understand myself. "Keisha, what is going on?"

I sat down on the edge of the bed and motioned for her to sit beside me. Once she did, I told her everything. I explained the first raven, the warning about someone inside the estate trying to kill me, the message I’d sent back demanding to know who the sender was, and the response claiming that the person was acquainted with one of my parents. I told her about the second letter at Nadia’s birthday party and the warning that something would happen that night. Finally, I showed her the latest message.

Nadia read through all of them again, this time much more slowly. "This is creepy."

I nodded. "I know."

"How did this person know about the party?"

"I don’t know."

Her expression was still one of shock. "And how did they know something was going to happen?"

"I don’t know that either." I shook my head.

She looked up at me. "Then why do you trust them?"

I paused, pinching my nose bridge. "I don’t know if I do."

Nadia frowned. "But you believe them."

I looked toward the open window where the raven had disappeared. "I think someone is trying to help me. I just don’t know whether they’re telling me everything."

"That’s exactly what bothers me. Anyone can write a letter saying they’re a well-wisher. That doesn’t make it true." She reminded me.

"Obviously."

Nadia placed the papers on the bed. "They could be connected to whoever is trying to hurt you."

"That’s possible, I’ve thought about that."

"Or they could be watching the person who’s trying to hurt you." She muttered.

"That’s what I’m hoping."

She sighed and leaned back. "You really know how to make life complicated."

I laughed softly. "Believe me, I didn’t ask for any of this."

The conversation eventually drifted away from the raven and toward something much less frightening. Nadia’s attention settled on my stomach, and I instinctively followed her gaze. "Six months," she said quietly. "You’re already six months."

I nodded. "It doesn’t feel real sometimes."

"Have you started thinking about the nursery?" She asked, looking back up at me.

"Not properly." I admitted.

Nadia immediately sat up. "Then we should."

I looked at her. "You’re serious?"

"Completely. There’s an empty room upstairs. We can clean it out, decide what needs to be moved, and start preparing everything. You shouldn’t wait until the last minute."

I smiled. "Now you’re taking over from Nadia and planning this?"

"Of course. Somebody has to."

"Dane and Callum already said they had it under control since the last one was destroyed." I told her.

"Ugh, no. I wanna do it my style. I’ll tell them to scrap their plans. They can leave daddy duties till later, I’m in charge of this."

I huffed out a laugh. There would be tiny clothes, blankets and two little lives that would eventually fill the room with noise.

Nadia eventually left me to rest, and I lay back against the pillows with one hand resting over my stomach. The babies moved beneath my palm faintly , and I smiled down at the curve of my belly.

Six months. Not much longer.

I thought about the nursery we would build, about the two babies who would soon be here, and about everything I still had to get done before I could finally hold them.

I simply lay there with my hand over my stomach.

All this would happen, if the person after me didn’t get to me first.