Chapter 39: The Hospital Room
The sirens were close now—too close. Red and blue lights flickered across the warehouse walls like warning signals we were already too late to heed. Marcus hauled Dragomir to his feet, cuffing his good wrist to the bad one, ignoring the man's low laugh. The old wolf's blood soaked the concrete under his knee, but he still looked like he owned the place.
Bella hadn't moved since the photo appeared on my phone. She stared at the screen—the hospital room, the incubator, the tiny bundled shape inside it. Nine months from now. The date burned into my brain like a brand.
She finally looked up at me. Her voice came out flat, almost calm. “He’s already planning for the baby. He’s already naming a date.”
I took the phone from her hand. Turned it off. “He’s in custo
