I was rambling now, hysterical, ugly crying, the tears soaking his chest. “Please, Damon, please. You’re supposed to be terrifying, you’re supposed to be strong. So fix this. Please. Make our baby breathe.”
“Hey, kitten, hey, listen to me,” Damon’s voice cracked, actually cracked, and it almost killed me. He pressed his forehead to mine like he always did when he wanted to keep me grounded, but I didn’t feel grounded at all, I felt like I was falling into some endless hole.
“Please. Please don’t do this to yourself. I’ve got you. You’re not alone. I swear on my life I’ve got you.”
And he was crying. Damon Thornvale. My big, terrifying Alpha, the man who ripped throats out with his bare hands, who made entire rooms bow without speaking, was crying against my face. His tears slid hot dow
