The car rolled to a stop like a hearse pulling into the driveway of the damned.
Aurora killed the engine, her hand still trembling on the steering wheel. She didn’t look back at Maya. She didn’t have to. She could feel the pregnant woman’s presence like a shadow crawling up her spine cold, heavy, unavoidable.
Maya didn’t waste a f*****g second. The moment her heels hit the polished marble of the Alpha’s mansion, she was already ascending the staircase like she owned the place. She didn’t walk she claimed. Each step was sharp, defiant, as though daring the walls of the house to whisper their disapproval.
Her destination was the Luna’s chamber. Her chamber. The one she had nearly lost with the miscarriage that had gutted her to the bone. But fate or maybe some sick cosmic joke wasn’t don
