Alpha Lucien’s POV
“Bring the baby,” I commanded, my voice echoing coldly through the small healer’s quarters.
Gracie froze mid-step, her shoulders stiffening as though my words had struck her like a slap. She didn’t turn to face me. Instead, she clutched the infant closer to her chest and took a step backward.
“Gracie,” I growled, standing up slowly from the chair, my patience thinning. “I said bring me the child.”
She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes wild and unreadable. “You’re not taking my son,” she whispered.
Before I could respond, she spun and ran out of the room. I surged forward, but Kael stepped in front of me.
“Let her go,” he said flatly, his voice low and dangerous.
I stopped short, breathing heavily. My eyes narrowed on him, anger prickling under my skin. “You don’
