Shyla’s P.O.V.
“A fleeting figure?
Not again!”
My last experience with such a shadow had cost me a fortune, sending me directly to hellhole. So, instead of running to safety, I hid behind a pillar and covered my mouth.
It was a meek effort to conceal my omega scent from that person, although it wasn’t one hundred percent effective.
“Well, what’s wrong with trying my luck?”
The distant footsteps sounded closer, scaring the hell out of me. My hand slid to my belly, spreading over it protectively. It was a brand-new feeling of being stronger and responsible after getting pregnant, a tiny soul was solely dependent on me for survival.
This small company aided me to regulate my breathing as a guard literally flashed in and out of the corridor, running blindly to complete his master’s orde
