POV: Dinah
Cade clearly doesn't want to hear Jax say another word about breeding or biology because his jaw sets hard as stone, and he steps forward to take the sleeping child from my arms.
He moves with a careful precision to avoid touching my skin, his hands hovering for a split second before scooping Leo up, ensuring that not even our fingertips brush against each other.
Do I disgust him so much?
The loss of warmth is immediate and jarring, leaving my arms feeling empty and cold against my chest, and I wrap them around myself as we walk toward the main hall.
The house is quiet in a way that feels heavy and suffocating, the thick velvet curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun to turn the room into a cave of shadows.
"Madam has a terrible headache," Anna the Head Omega whispe
