MEGAN'S POV
Xarion’s face tightens slightly as the words leave my mouth, and for a moment, I think he's going to argue.
But instead, he reaches out, gently taking my hand in his.
His touch is warm, steady, and far too comforting, and his voice drops to something softer, something almost pleading.
"I can't," he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. "I can't stop, Megan."
My body quivers, and I try to pull my hand away, but he holds on, his grip firm but not forceful.
"You're the mother of my pups," he continues, his eyes searching mine. "There's no way I'm going to stop involving myself in your life. And even if you weren't the mother of my pups, I'd still involve myself. Because I care about you.”
His words hit me like a freight train, and I have to look away, my throat tigh
