Bella stood frozen on the sidewalk outside her brother’s care facility, the afternoon sun casting long shadows that did little to warm the chill settling in her bones. Damien’s black Bentley idled like a predator, its engine a low, threatening rumble.
The Alpha King stepped out, his tall, imposing frame clad in a tailored black suit that accentuated every line of raw power. His obsidian eyes burned with a storm of fury, confusion, and something darker—possessiveness that refused to die.
“Isabella,” he growled, voice low enough to send shivers down her spine. “Get in the car. We’re talking. Now.”
Bella lifted her chin, her dancer’s posture straight and unyielding despite the secret she carried—the faint life growing inside her that she would protect at all costs.
“You said that the las
