Seraphine's POV
"What are you implying?" Theodore's voice turned deadly, each word dripping with menace.
Herbert's head snapped between us, his face pale. "Alpha Theodore, you shouldn't have treated Luna Seraphine so cruelly. She carries your child, and after everything you've put her through, she deserves so much more. If I were in your position—"
"What the hell are you suggesting?" Theodore's growl reverberated through the air. His body coiled like a predator ready to strike, muscles rippling beneath his shirt as he rolled up his sleeves. The raw fury blazing in his eyes made my breath catch. The atmosphere grew so suffocating I could barely breathe.
What was Herbert talking about? What had Theodore supposedly done? My gaze bounced frantically between them, confusion and horror warring on my face. I grabbed Theodore's arm, desperate to defuse the situation, but he was too consumed by rage to notice.
