Alpha Kazan and his hybrid mate
I cried out, my fingers digging blindly into the wooden railing of the grand staircase.
"Kate!" Kazan’s voice roared through the hallway. He was at my side in a fraction of a second, his massive, muscular arms sweeping underneath me to lift my weight effortlessly against his chest. His dark eyes were wild with a volatile mix of terrifying alpha fury and absolute devotion. Through our fated mate bond, his heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my chest.
"It's time," I choked out, a heavy wave of silver frost rippling rapidly across my skin. My hybrid baby was pushing forward, aggressively demanding to be born at the exact moment the moon crossed the path of the sun.