The Alpha General's Substitute Bride
Merritt murmured, snapping out of her trance.
“It’s always been her,” I answered, looking back at Tempest, holding her own against the increasingly violent gusts, the poison thickening the air, and the way my own soul shook with so many enemies about to break through.
“Baby, calm down. My love... stop now, it’s okay. Everything’s going to be okay...”
I started pushing into her chaotic mind.
Griffith was searching for his mate, trying to soothe her in that inner world.
“Our baby, I have to protect our baby...”