Cain's POV

My alliance crumbles around me like paper in rain. Moira tears through my finest Gamma warriors in her radiant silver form, each movement flowing with supernatural grace that makes my chest tight with desperate hunger. She should be mine—that power, that strength, those children growing in her belly.

Instead, she fights for them. The York twins who couldn't even protect her from being taken.

'This isn't how it was supposed to ...