FORCED TO HAVE THE ALPHA’S BABY
His movements are precise, deadly, and somehow I see the man behind the Alpha, the one who cares more about me than anything else, manifest in every swipe, every leap, every protective stance.
The camp is burning. Smoke curls into the sky, thick and acrid, stinging my eyes. I choke back a cough, trying to take in the chaos, trying to find everyone else. Lena is beside Marla now, dragging her toward safety, Nissa huddling Milo behind a fallen cart. My chest tightens with relief, but it’s short-lived—another rogue bursts through the flames, eyes wild, teeth bared.
I groan, clutching my stomach as pain rips through me. A sharp kick from the baby, a jolt of life that is both agony and hope, remi