The estate was quiet, but the air inside was far from peaceful. I could feel Damian’s gaze on me constantly, a heavy weight that pressed against my chest, igniting a heat I couldn’t contain. Every step I took, every movement, he tracked, as if my very being belonged to him alone. I leaned against the grand staircase, hands cradling my belly instinctively. The twins were moving, tiny kicks that made my stomach twist with warmth and worry. Damian noticed immediately, his eyes darkening with possessive intensity. “You feel that?” he murmured, voice low and rough. He stepped closer, hands sliding to my hips, brushing over the curve of my belly, and I shivered. “Mine. All of it. Mine to protect, mine to claim.” “I know,” I whispered, shivering under the intensity of his gaze. “Every part of me
