The Fallen Alpha’s Pregnancy
I type like a god of code, every movement calculated to the millisecond.
"The trap is set," I say, looking sideways at Liam with a fierce, dangerous smile.
"Shall I press enter?"
Liam looks down at my hand, then up into my eyes, and for the first time all night, he smiles back, a dark, wicked grin that matches my own.
"Do it," he says.
I slam my finger down on the return key.
The entire bunker shakes. Every screen in the room lights up in a blinding flash of crimson crimson warning text.