My Fated Alpha
His hand kept drifting to my stomach, his large palm spreading over the flat curve, possessive and reverent.
Mara leaned over, her eyes gleaming. "That pup will be born under a blood moon," she murmured. "Mark my words, Luna. A child conceived in battle and born in blood. Destiny is watching."
"Let it watch," Victor growled, nipping at my ear. "This is our world now."
We danced under the torchlight, barefoot in the snow. He spun me out and pulled me back, hard, his chest colliding with my back.