The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy
Liam is staggering back from the light, clutching his bleeding shoulder, his eyes wide with a terrifying, absolute understanding.
"Fight it, Aiden," Liam chokes out, coughing up a spray of dark blood. "Don't let him drive you. You are not his weapon anymore."
"I can't," I scream, my voice cracking as tears of pure fury spill down my cheeks. "The signal is overriding my motor cortex. He’s locking the manual overrides."
"You built the override yourself," my father calls out from the glare of the upper ramp, his silhouette a dark, towering god of wire and steel. "Every line of code in that chassis answers to my root command. Drop the knife, Aiden, or watch me cut him down myself."