The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy
Sparks begin to shower against the dark metal, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete walls.
"Aiden," Liam whispers, stepping in front of me, raising his weapon toward the door.
"Yeah?"
"If we make it out of this alive..."
"We are going to buy a house," I interrupt, a small, genuine laugh escaping my lips amidst the roaring chaos of the alarms. "A real house. With a garden. And absolutely no Wi-Fi."
Liam turns his head slightly, his eyes shining with a fierce, tender disbelief in the harsh blue light of the monitors. "It's a deal."