The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy
Liam snaps back, refusing to yield an inch of ground.
"Let him talk, Liam," I whisper, stepping out from behind Liam's protective shoulder, my eyes locking onto my father's with a cold, absolute hatred that burns hotter than any reactor core. "Let him explain why he thinks he owns the air in my lungs."
My father chuckles softly, a hollow, dry sound that echoes off the scorched concrete walls. "Own you? Aiden, you still don't understand the magnificent scale of what you are, do you?"
"I know I was stolen from a cradle and turned into a living circuit board," I spit out, every word dripping with raw, concentrated venom. "I know every memory I had of my childhood was a fabricated script written