Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
His eyes, those piercing amber orbs flecked with gold, locked onto mine, and I saw the storm raging there, possession, hunger, and a darkness that mirrored my own burgeoning shadows.
"We need to get out of here," I murmured, my voice barely audible over the thrum of my heartbeat. But even as the words left my lips, I knew they were futile. The bond wouldn't let us part, not now, not when the adrenaline of battle still coursed through our veins like liquid fire. My wolf stirred restlessly, responding to his Alpha presence, urging me closer despite the fear coiling in my gut.