SIENNA’S POV

The hospital parking lot faded behind me like a bad memory as I slid into my car, hands still trembling from the whirlwind inside those walls. My stomach felt like it had been dropped into a blender, churned, then served back to me with a side of terror. A child. I was carrying a child. And not just any child—the heir of the most ruthless Alpha in the world. Luther Lavigne. Just saying his name made my blood run cold.

I turned the key in the ignition, and nothing.

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