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... ly six weeks pregnant."
Rafael went completely still, as if someone had pressed a pause command on him. His fingers tightened against the edge of the table, knuckles whitening.
"...Excuse me?" He managed, a fraction too sharp, a fraction too disbelieving.
Marin looked at him over his glasses with the long-suffering patience of a man who had delivered inconvenient truths to emperors, generals, and reckless omegas alike.
"You let a dominant alpha bond you," he said ...
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