The Alpha’s Dirty Little Secret
The golden light of the Prophet twin pulsed from the bassinet in the corner, a steady heartbeat of power that Victor could no longer sync with.
"I can’t smell you," Victor rasped. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. His fingers felt thin. Weak. "You’re standing five feet away and I can’t tell if you’re angry, or scared, or... anything. I’m living in a muted world, Elodie."
"You’re alive," she snapped, kneeling between his legs. She grabbed his wrists, forcing him to look at her. "The Fenrir is a husk because of our son. The Under-City is sealed. We have time."
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