Mia’s POV
The world was a haze of bright lights, sharp pain, and Damien’s distant roar echoing through the comms. Anesthesia pulled at the edges of my consciousness like heavy chains, but the terror kept me fighting. The doctor’s voice cut through the fog.
“Scalpel. We’re losing the baby’s vitals—move!”
I felt pressure, tugging, a strange emptiness as they worked. My body, the one Damien had claimed so brutally night after night, was now a battlefield. Victor’s protocol versus Damien’s obsession. Whose blood would win?
Then, a tiny, furious cry pierced the air.
“He’s out!” the doctor announced. “Baby boy number two. Weak but breathing. Get him stabilized!”
Relief crashed through me, but it was short-lived. Another contraction ripped through my abdomen even after delivery — the protoc
