THE LONE WOLF
Something that made my broken heart stutter.
“You’re not weak,” he said. “You survived my rejection. You survived six months alone. Pregnant. Hunted.”
His hand came up to my face. I flinched. He stopped, then continued, slower. His thumb wiped a tear I didn’t know I’d shed.
“That’s not weakness, Aria. That’s war.”
The baby kicked, hard, like it agreed.
Kieran felt it. His eyes widened. His hand went to my stomach again, and this time, he didn’t let go.
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