Talia woke with a gasp.
Her hand flew to her belly, nails digging into her skin as though she could stop the claws in her dream from ripping her open. Thomas had been there again—dripping red, eyes like embers, reaching for her stomach. She could still feel the phantom rake of his claws across her skin.
Sweat slicked her hairline. Her pulse hurt.
A hand cupped her cheek.
“Hey.” Lucian’s voice. Rough silk. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”
We’ve got you, Kaela purred in her head. And our pups.
Talia’s eyes opened. Tears blurred his face.
“You’re here,” she whispered.
“Where else would I be?” he murmured. His forehead touched hers, their breath mixing. “I’m here for you. And for our children.”
She did not remind him that technically, he’d moved out. That could be an argument for another day
