Running Away with Alpha's Baby Bump
If they caught me here, so close to the borders, no lie would save me.
Keep moving, Aria. My sister’s voice was sharp at my back. Mira, barely twenty and stubborn as flame, darted through the shadows with her hair flying. She carried the pack we’d prepared, the one with the herbs, food, and coins we’d scraped together. She shouldn’t even be here, but Mira had refused to let me go alone.
I am moving, I hissed, though my breath tore at my chest.
You’re not moving fast enough. She shot me a glance, eyes glowing faintly green in the dark. You’re carrying his blood. Do you understand what that means if they catch you?