In the mansion's high-ceilinged bedroom, shaded by thick velvet curtains, the air was languid, heavy with the crackling scent of wood from the fireplace and the deepening aroma of my own skin. Lying on the soft feather mattress, I lightly traced my hand over my stomach, trembling at the warmth created by the hybrid stirrings within me.
When combined with the ominous Alpha blood coursing through my veins, pregnancy hormones turned what should have been a restful state into a cage that burned through every single cell.
Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, the only thing filling my nose was the raw mountain air that breached even the mansion's armored walls, and Varg's intoxicating aura that reeked of pure masculinity. Our Blood Syllables bond coiled around my neck like an invisible silver chain, dragging me outside toward that wild man in the midst of the snow.
