Blood. Bright crimson against my pale fingers. The sight sent ice through my veins, freezing me in place as the club's pulsing lights continued to flash around us.
"Kaelen," I whispered, my voice barely audible even to myself over the thumping music.
But he had already seen. His face transformed instantly, all traces of desire replaced by razor-sharp focus and raw fear.
"We need to go. Now." His voice cut through everything else, an Alpha command that had nearby dancers instinctively clearing a path.
Another cramp seized me, sharper than before. I gasped, clutching my abdomen. "The baby—"
"Don't," he growled, lifting me into his arms as if I weighed nothing. "Don't even think it. We're going to the hospital."
