Pregnant For My Father-in-Law
Her silver hair fell over one shoulder like liquid moonlight, and the faint smile playing on her lips was the same one she wore right before she dissected something still breathing.
I dropped onto the low cushion with a groan, legs spread wide as I tried to ignore how painfully hard I still was, dragging a hand down my face as I tried to breathe through the constant, maddening pulse of my wolf tearing at my insides.
“If he wanted me dead, I’d already be buried,” I muttered, though even I didn’t sound convinced.
Ayla hummed softly, mixing something thick and dark in a glass vial, her movements precise and disturbingly elegant, like she was painting instead of preparing a drug strong enough to