- ARIA
The muffled music from the gala felt like a distant taunt.
Trapped in that shadowy alcove with Luca, his possessive words lingering in my ears, I could feel a different kind of pressure building—a familiar, aching throb in my chest.
My milk.
It had been hours since I’d pumped, and the combination of stress, the heat of Luca’s body, and the defiance of my body clock was making it dangerously obvious.
Sure enough, a cold, damp sensation spread across my chest.
My eyes darted down. A dark, blossoming stain was blooming on the delicate silk of my champagne gown, right over my left breast. It was impossible to hide.
"Oh, no," I whispered, mortified. "No, no, no."
Luca pulled back slightly, his amber gaze following mine. His wolfish eyes immediately pinpointed th
