Vengeance: The Alpha Who Stole My Womb
Then I turned and walked away with Talassa fuming at my side.
Behind us, Giselle exhaled, relief washing over her. But just as she lifted her head, she met Griffith's gaze.
His expression was dark.
"Giselle," he said, his voice quiet and lethal. "You'd better pray you stay pregnant."
His eyes glowed with something murderous.
"Because, the day that child is born—" he leaned in, his breath a whisper of finality—"will be the day you die."