Amber
“Wake up,” A French-accented male voice orders me. “Wake up,” he says with more force.
I open my eyes, and I am still in the room I had been sleeping in, only the lights are on. Marcellus Lafayette is standing over me with his cold hand covering my mouth. I try to struggle and scream, but he tightens his grip.
“Hold still,” He whispers. “I am not here to hurt or take you,” he says.
I look up at him with confusion.
“I am going to remove my hand now,” he says. “Please don’t scream or mind link your mates. Just let me speak,” His smooth voice is soothing and polite, so I nod. He lifts his hand from my mouth and sits on the edge of the bed.
“What are you doing here?” I wonder.
He looks me up and down and wrinkles his nose, “Pregnant, huh?” He huffs.
“Yeah,” I respond without e
