Layla’s POV
I heard the voices before I saw anything. Men talking in low voices by the garage. Tyler's name. Frank's name. Words like "turned" and "betrayal" floating through the air like smoke.
Tyler was back. Not here, but out there. Working with Frank. Against us.
Jax didn't tell me. Of course he didn't. He sat at dinner with that same closed-off face, answering my questions with grunts and nods. I wanted to shake him. To scream. But what was the point? He'd made it clear—I was to be protected, not informed.
Weeks passed. The compound got tighter. More guards. More guns. More fear.
And my body started changing.
At first, I thought it was stress. The nausea, the tiredness, the way certain smells made my stomach turn. But when I missed my second period, I knew.
I was pregnant.
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