Sophie's POV The golden chains around my wrists, ankles, and waist behaved like they were living things, slowly dragging us deeper into the heart of the mountain. The stone floor beneath us sank inch by inch, carrying us downward into darkness lit only by those glowing runes.I clutched our newborn son tightly to my chest with one arm, his tiny body warm and glowing faintly gold against my skin. He let out a soft, hungry cry, and nuzzled himself toward my breast.“Damon..” My voice cracked. “What’s happening?”He groaned, forcing himself upright despite the deep wounds across his back. His silver eyes were filled with something I couldn't quite place as he wrapped his arms around us. His naked body was pressed against mine, still sticky with sweat, blood, and the mess from our last mating.“The mountain, it probably wants the child,” he said. “It wants us. The True Alpha has been born. And we are the sacrifice.”Another contraction, a bit milder this time, rippled through me as my bo
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