Mia’s POV
The underground tunnel stretched like an endless throat, dim emergency lights flickering as our small group ran for survival. Damien led with Theo strapped securely to his chest in a makeshift carrier, gun in one hand, the other gripping mine like a lifeline. Lila leaned heavily on Elena, contractions ripping through her every few minutes. Blood soaked her tactical pants. My own belly felt heavier with every step, the baby kicking wildly as if sensing the monster hunting us.
“Keep moving,” Damien growled, his voice rough with pain and rage. Fresh blood seeped through the bandage on his side, but he didn’t slow. His c*m still leaked down my inner thighs with every stride, a filthy reminder of how he’d claimed me even as the safehouse burned above us.
We burst into the secondary
