My Baby Daddy Isn’t Human

237: What Are You?

237: What Are You?

A dull, throbbing pain pulsed through Raelynn’s skull as she stirred, her eyelashes fluttering against the dim light.

The world felt heavy, her body weighed down by exhaustion.

Her breath came slow, uneven, as though she had been running through a storm and only now found a moment’s rest.

The sheets beneath her were soft, cool against her skin, but the unfamiliar scent in the air set her nerves on edge.

Raelynn let out a soft breath, her fingers twitching as she slowly lifted her hand above her head.

The movement felt sluggish, her limbs weighed down by exhaustion she couldn’t fully explain.

As her vision adjusted to the dim light, she focused on the delicate fabric covering her skin.

A nightgown.

Her brows furrowed as she brushed her fingers over the material, tracing its familiar softness.

She had been wearing something else before… hadn’t she?

A distant memory tugged at the edges of her mind—fabric torn, skin scraped, the cold bite of the wind against her exposed arms.

But now, she was clean, the scent of fresh linen clinging to her like an unspoken reassurance.

Someone had changed her.

Had it been Sloane?

Or maybe Hera?

They were the only ones she could think of who would have done something like this.

But she didn’t remember coming back.

Raelynn exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling as her mind struggled to shake off the lingering fog of sleep.

Her head ached, a dull pressure behind her temples that made everything feel slightly out of focus.

She just had the strangest dream.

Her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, grounding herself.

Falling.

That was the last thing she remembered—Axel’s voice, his hands gripping hers, the cold rush of air as the ground disappeared beneath her feet.