"Pregnant."
The word left Lucian’s lips not as a question, but as an earth-shattering, undeniable biological fact. He was still on his knees on the cold concrete, his massive hands trembling violently where they hovered just an inch away from her flat stomach.
Elara stared down at him, her mind completely blanking. "What? Lucian, no, that’s... that’s impossible. It hasn't even been a month since—"
"Jerome!" Lucian roared.
The sound wasn't a human shout; it was the concussive, deafening command of the Beast.
The heavy steel door of the storage room flew open a fraction of a second later. Jerome stood in the threshold, his hand instinctively resting on the concealed weapon beneath his suit jacket, his blue eyes scanning the room for a threat.
He didn't find an assassin. He found h
