<h4>Chapter 353: Spilling The Secret</h4>


    <strong>Evaline:</strong>


    I had barely finished admiring thest little detail of my new bedroom when the sound of the door clicking shut caught my attention.


    Oscar had just closed it behind him and Draven, their hushed voices spilling into the air before it faded into silence. I didn’t even get the chance to wonder what the two of them were talking about, because Mallory’s sharp voice cut straight through the room.


    "Spill."


    I blinked, confused, staring at her with the same nkness mirrored on Rowan and Kyros’s faces. The two men weren’t paying much attention, their gazes were fixed with soft fascination on the pup sleeping soundly in his crib next to my king size bed.


    His tiny chest rose and fell in steady rhythm, his little hand curled against the nket, and I couldn’t me them for being distracted. He had that effect on everyone.


    "Spill what?" I asked slowly, narrowing my eyes at Mallory’s folded arms and the suspicion radiating off her in waves.


    She gave me that look - half dramatic, half smug, like she had caught me red-handed even though I had no idea what crime I was being used of.


    "Professor Kieran," she said simply.


    The namended like a stone in a still pond, sending ripples of awareness straight through me. My stomach tightened, and I didn’t need her to borate because I knew instantly what she was hinting at.


    One nce at Kyros and Rowan was enough to tell me they had picked up on the same thing. Their sharp and knowing gazes followed the way my throat bobbed as I swallowed.


    Mallory, however, wasn’t content with just tossing the name into the air. She leaned forward, her voice dropping but her words precise, each one a needle threading through the quiet.


    "At first, I thought it was nothing - him being at the hospital waspletely normal. After all, he’s your mates’ brother. But then..." She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes with dramatic ir. "Then I noticed something was different. The way he stood with you during Madam Elira’s ritual, like he belonged there. And don’t even try to deny it, Eva, because those little nces you two kept sneaking? They weren’t nothing. You looked like... teenagers in secret love."


    Her tone wasn’t using so much as it was scandalously delighted, but the words still burned my cheeks hot. I opened my mouth, then shut it again. My lips trembled with the weight of truths that weren’t so easy to just blurt out.


    But Mallory’s pointed stare left me no escape. And honestly, it wasn’t like I had any ns of keeping anything a secret from these three.


    So, I drew in a breath, straightened my shoulders, and spoke.


    "You are not wrong," I admitted softly. "Professor Kieran... he’s my mate too. Just like River, Oscar, and Draven. And..." I hesitated, the words heavy and yet freeing as they left my lips, "...he’s also my child’s biological father."


    The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.


    For next couple of minutes, I repeated everything that happened the morning after I gave birth. Once I finished, I watched the trio.


    Rowan’s jaw ckened, his usually calm features tipping into raw astonishment. Kyros froze mid-breath, blinking at me like his brain was physically rejecting the words. And Mallory - oh, her expression was a masterpiece. Her eyes went impossibly wide, her mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air.


    For a heartbeat, I didn’t know whether tofort them orugh. The scene was so surreal, I half expected someone to yell ’gotcha!’ and im this was a prank.


    And then, true to form, Mallory snapped out of it first.


    She let out a squeal so high-pitched it probably startled birds outside, then proceeded to jump up and down like she had won the lottery. "I knew it! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it!" she shrieked, her voice so loud that panic shot through me.


    "Mallory!" I hissed, darting forward with Rowan and Kyros in tow. Together, the three of us scrambled to quiet her, hands waving frantically, urgent whispers falling from our lips.


    Toote. The pup stirred in his crib, his tiny face scrunching as he let out a faint whimper. My heart nearly stopped. But then, as if the universe was feeling merciful, he sighed softly and drifted back into peaceful sleep.


    Mallory pped her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide with guilt. "Oh, Goddess, I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice finally hushed. "I didn’t mean to - he’s just so cute and I-" She cut herself off, then threw her arms around me in a hug that nearly knocked me back.


    "You have no idea how happy I am right now," she said into my shoulder, bouncing slightly even in her attempt at being quiet.


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    When she pulled away, her grin was blinding. "Do you remember? Do you remember what I told you during Christmas holidays? That I had a feeling about Kieran? That he would turn out to be yours too? Well, look who was right!" She pointed both thumbs proudly at herself.


    I groaned, but I couldn’t help smiling.


    "And not only that," she went on, barely containing her glee, "but he’s also the baby’s father? Eva, you are living in some kind of wild, once-in-a-century romance novel plot. Our cool, untouchable professor sh headmaster? He’s <i>yours</i>. Oh, stars, no wonder he’s been so broody all this time. Poor guy was pining for his mate."


    She sped her hands together in mock-dramatic swoon. "Thank the Moon Goddess that mystery is solved. He won’t have to be cranky anymore."


    I buried my face in my hands, torn betweenughter and mortification.


    Kyros finally broke his silence, his tone thoughtful rather than surprised now that the truth had settled. "Honestly, it makes sense," he said, leaning against a shelf.


    Rowan nodded, still staring at the pup. "It does. Fated to all four brothers - it’s strange, yes, but also... fitting. It feels like the bond was always meant to be whole."


    Hearing their calm reasoning after Mallory’s chaotic explosion sent warmth rushing through me. I hadn’t realized how much I had braced for judgment, for someone to look at me differently. Instead, what I found was their eptance as always - messy and loud in Mallory’s way, steady and rational in Kyros and Rowan’s.