Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
Linda’s breath was shallow but steady beside her, fingers pressed lightly together as if holding an invisible thread.
The estate waited.
Not passively.
Attentively.
“I can’t hold it,” Corin snarled. “It burns. Every choice burns.”
“That’s because you’re treating it like a weapon,” I said quietly.
His eyes snapped to me, bloodshot and furious. “It is one.”
“No,” I said. “It’s pressure.”
He laughed, hysteria edging the sound. “That’s worse.”
“Yes,” I agreed.
I took a single step closer.
Kael’s presence rose instantly, protective and ready, but I didn’t stop. The ground beneath my boots was warm now, responding to Corin’s fracture, not hostile, or concerned.