~ALARIC'S POV~
The last drop of coffee slid down my throat.
I leaned back into the leather chair, exhaling slowly, but instead of calm, a strange fire rolled through my veins but I ignored it.
Tazira sat across from me, her hands folded on her lap, her face carrying that familiar innocence that always made me pause.
"When will I finally move into your place? I am carrying your child, Alaric. Shouldn't I be by your side now?"
I didn't answer right away as my fingers tightened around the cup I just placed back down on the tray,
Suddenly, heat spread from my chest, curling down my arms, tightening across my skin like unseen chains. My wolf stirred instantly, recklessly.
'What is this? Why does the air burn?' he growled inside me.
I pressed my fingers to my temple. "Why is it so hot in here?" My voice came rough, uneven.
Across from me, Tazira tilted her head. Her face was smooth, calm. "Hot? I don't feel anything, Alaric. The room feels normal."
