Aurora's POV. 36.
Fuck it... Whose Child is it?
Luther's grip on my wrist was brutal. My skin screamed under the pressure of his fingers as he dragged me through the hallways. Every step was another jab of pain, a reminder of last night… pain he’d inflicted in more ways than one.
He didn't slow, didn't even seem to notice I was stumbling. He was too consumed, too focused on her. Mia.
Just hearing her name in my head sent a shard of something sharp and cold through my chest. Mia. His ex. The woman who had broken him, betrayed him, and now waltzed back in here, pregnant, claiming… what exactly? I didn't even want to think about it.
He slammed the door open and shoved me inside the room. The air hung thick and heavy with unspoken accusations. Before I could even catch my breath, he was
